Sounds a bit crude.
But that's reality.
In the apocalypse, women don't usually have a great ending, unless they're like Zhang Damei.
So far, I haven't seen a train where the Train Captain is a woman. For the few that exist, the women themselves are very capable, stronger than many men, making it impossible to have an organization where the Train Captain is a woman who uses her body to bind her inner circle.
Pure nonsense.
Such a structure could never exist in the apocalypse.
...
The sun officially set.
The banquet began.
This banquet was quite lavish, with ten residents gathered around a table laden with various dishes.
"Diced Meat Stir-Fried with Bun Cubes," "Pork Trotter Soup," "Braised Pork Feet with Potatoes," "Pork Trotters Stir-Fried with Bun Cubes," "Rice Noodle Rolls," "Sour Long Beans Stir-Fried with Pork Trotters," "Coke-Braised Pork Trotters," "Chilled Coke," and so on.
Quite a feast indeed.
After a whole day of toil.
