Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan took a deep breath once again, reminiscing about his life.
When he was young, his family was wealthy, and like all children, he was extremely picky with food.
Later, he squandered away the family fortune, leaving the meat to his wife and child, and seldom got to eat anything good.
Then, as his family circumstances improved significantly, he developed high blood pressure and cholesterol, and couldn't eat pork knuckles and had to take medicine.
After the apocalypse, his superpowers grew stronger and his health improved, yet he still hadn't eaten pork knuckles.
During the apocalypse, eating pork knuckles was a luxury only imagined...
If his past self asked this question, middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan would only want to smack his past self.
Is this the kind of question a normal person would ask during an apocalypse?
"Why aren't you talking?" Bai Zhengxuan scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "If you're too shy to say, you can secretly tell me."
