Seek a novel as funny as the counterattack of scattered eggs.

I don't live in the city, I don't eat meat, and I can't even afford bagged soy sauce. I don't care how the house price rises, whether a woman wants Mercedes-Benz BMW or Boeing Airbus, I don't care. Brother, I am still leisurely carrying a bottle to make soy sauce, and a bowl of soy sauce bibimbap is all my pursuit, so I still smile brightly, without any malice: I am passing by with soy sauce …