I Am Carrying Gold From the Post-Apocalyptic World

After a flurry of activity, the hot pot was finally served.

Even before eating, just the spicy aroma made everyone swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In the real world, Wang Bin would have hot pot almost every few days, but today, having it again felt incredibly comforting.

"Let's eat!"

At Wang Bin's command, everyone picked up their chopsticks and started grabbing food from the pot. The crispy lettuce, crunchy potatoes, melt-in-your-mouth tofu, and various tender meats had everyone exclaiming in delight.

Some might say they were heartless, having just lost so many people, how could they eat? And what about the fresh meat, how could they stomach it?

But as always, Wang Bin wasn't a saint, nor a true soldier, and he had done what he could.

Moreover, in the apocalypse, many people didn't know if they would have a next meal or if they would die the next day. Eating hot pot in a house was a luxury; if given the chance, they'd gladly eat it even among zombie corpses. Having food was hard enough, let alone being picky, which was only possible in modern society.

Wang Bin did this entirely to boost everyone's morale, to fill them with hope for the future, so they could better face tomorrow.