'Ding——'
The microwave's sound startled Ahong awake.
Ahong rubbed his forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples.
He suddenly came to his senses, looked around, and found himself in a street food stall.
The word 'street food stall' was something his master had told him about.
According to the old man's explanation, it was a place where ordinary people in the Civilization Era drank, ate meat, and bragged at night.
At the time, he didn't believe it. How could ordinary people in the Civilization Era eat meat every day, and not even artificial meat? Who are you kidding?
The old man snorted, cursing: 'Fool, the Civilization Catastrophe hasn't started yet, what's wrong with eating some meat.'
Past memories flashed by, and Ahong let out a breath, looking at his palm, the lines were vivid. He hesitated for a moment, and then slammed it hard against the table corner.
"Ow——" Ahong was in so much pain his tears almost fell.
