Especially pork; as a northerner, not being able to eat fresh stewed pork or blood sausage during holidays always leaves a feeling of emptiness in my mouth, as if something is missing.
As he grew older, Chen Zhou found himself increasingly fond of reminiscing about the past.
If he were living in modern times, his homesickness might not be as intense.
But he was in a distant time and space, separated from his hometown not just by time but also by distance, with no way to return until the challenge was completed.
Due to this unique situation, some of his emotions became quite unusual.
Sometimes, Chen Zhou really wanted to drink himself into oblivion, drowning in alcohol-induced dreams.
However, now he was not living alone; from small pets like chinchillas to the island's inhabitants, everything weighed on his shoulders.
