Shelter No. 404, Floor B4.
Sun Yuechi walked through the activity door into the viewing room, looking confusedly at Chu Guang who was sitting on the sofa.
"What's the matter, so late at night?"
Since arriving in the City of Dawn, he had completely adapted to life here, working nine to five on weekdays, and spending his days off wandering the streets of the City of Dawn.
In his own words, the prosperity of the City of Dawn was in no way inferior to North Island in the southern sea area, even though the richness of natural resources was far less than those along the equatorial belt. Yet, the people here managed to create wonders with limited materials.
Especially in terms of cuisine.
After eating pig trotter rice once, he wished he could enjoy it three times a day and lamented that what he had eaten in the past thirty years was simply swill.
