Malice from the Dark Clouds

In the end, Fu shamelessly managed to snag a spot at the dining table. Drinking the long-missed chilled beer and eating the fragrant grilled fish drenched in dipping sauce nearly brought tears to his eyes. This familiar yet foreign aroma, he had almost forgotten. It wasn't about the taste; it was the flavor of civilization, a civilization humanity had lost. Having the chance to enjoy such a meal again, Fu couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions, finding himself at a loss for words to describe his feelings at the moment.

Fu Xiaoling, on the other hand, didn't think too much about it and was showing off unabashedly, eating vegetables and fish alternately, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's. Dong Li, worried that Fu Xiaoling might choke, handed her a glass of juice, softly saying, "Eat slowly, there's plenty more."

"Thank you," Fu Xiaoling responded, her speech muffled.