Establishing shot of the survivor camp from Mo Yan's perspective through the truck's grimy windshield. A cluster of ragged tents and makeshift shelters surrounds a dying fire. Gray morning light. The truck's engine ticks.

Mo Yan exits the truck and opens the service window. The survivor camp notices. Faces turn toward him. The camp commander approaches from the center of the camp, hand on his weapon.

Confrontation at the truck. The commander reaches the window, hand still on weapon. Mo Yan stands his ground. Tension.

Mo Yan offers a solution. He gestures to the kitchen behind him. Offers to feed the commander.

Mo Yan ladles broth into a cup and slides it across the counter. The commander eyes it suspiciously. Steam rises.

Commander tests the broth for poison. He uses a field testing kit, watching carefully.

Commander takes a sip of the broth. His expression changes. Surprise. Then approval.

Commander grants permission. He steps back from the window, hand leaving his weapon.

Lin Shu appears at the window with a bowl. She smiles. The first genuine smile Mo Yan has seen in the camp.

Mo Yan looks at Lin Shu. Something flickers in his expression. Then he turns to the kitchen.

The System pantry reveals itself. Impossible ingredients: sterile water, perfect rice, seasonings that glow faintly.

Mo Yan cooks. His hands move with precision and speed. The kitchen becomes a blur of motion.

The survivor camp crowd forms a line. Twenty to thirty people. Tin cups and bowls extended. Faces hopeful and hollow.

Survivors eat. Faces change. Desperation becomes gratitude. A child smiles.

More survivors eating. The System HUD shows ratings accumulating. Five stars. Five stars. Five stars.

Night falls. The camp settles. The truck's neon sign flickers in the darkness.

Inside the truck, night. Mo Yan sits at the counter. The System HUD pulses. New destination unlocked.

Mo Yan stares at the destination prompt. Hesitation. His hands grip the steering wheel.

Mo Yan starts the engine. The truck moves. The camp fades in the rearview mirror.

The truck approaches the opera house. It looms like a broken cathedral against the night sky.

Mo Yan parks the truck. He stares at the opera house entrance. The grand doors hang open.

Mo Yan enters the opera house. The dining hall. Candlelight flickers on crystal chandeliers.

The zombie court reveals itself. Well-dressed figures with crimson eyes. They turn to look at Mo Yan.

Madame Qing at the head of the table. Fingers steepled. Smiling with perfect manners.

Madame Qing speaks. The court watches. Mo Yan stands in the doorway.

Final panel. The court waits. Mo Yan steps forward. The first course begins.