Tang Fei arrived home to find Little Fatty sprawled across the table, devouring noodles with egg that the household robot had made.
Seeing Tang Fei return, Little Fatty, mouth stuffed with long strands of noodles, asked with a surprised face, "Bro, you're back?"
"Mhmm," Tang Fei nodded.
"Off for the day?"
"I resigned."
"Resigned?" Little Fatty's eyes widened even further.
His brother worked this job tirelessly, leaving early and returning late every day, sometimes not coming home for several days at a time.
How could he just quit on the spot?
Tang Fei didn't answer Little Fatty's question, instead seeing the plate of fried noodles on the table, he asked, "Is this all you're eating?"
The convenience of the household robot cooking was one thing, but the dishes it prepared lacked a certain homemade taste, something Little Fatty never really enjoyed.
But he wasn't picky.
Being able to eat one's fill on the Old Land was already a blessing from heaven—who was he to be fussy?
