"Smells so good, huh."
Lin Fan picked up some ham, dipped it in sauce, and tasted it with a smile.
The patrollers around him felt that eating hot pot with Lin Fan was a truly blissful experience, even though they've always been at Sunshine Shelter.
But there are too many survivors at the shelter, making it difficult to have a meal with Lin Fan.
Outside, some survivors are collecting crystals.
Old Zhong and the others have already finished eating and are helping the crowd search through the shattered zombie corpses.
"How do you feel being here?" Lin Fan casually chatted with them.
His greatest dream was to provide everyone with a safe living environment.
Certainly not as comfortable or prosperous as before.
But he definitely guarantees basic safety.
"Brother Lin, we're definitely fine; living here in the apocalypse feels like reaching paradise, we're quite satisfied."
The patrollers nodded furiously.
There was no false modesty; they were completely honest.
