Returning to the end of the world before the natural disaster, I emptied the world of supplies

Seeing Jiang Yan and Ye Qing return to the door, Song Qian gritted his teeth and endured the cold, and came out to help Ye Qing take the stainless steel basin full of snow.

Qin Lang also came over to help, "Sister Yan, is the snowstorm outside getting stronger again?"

"Well, it may get bigger in a while." Jiang Yan reached out to tidy up her hair and subconsciously glanced at Mo Shiyao in the corner.

Her face seemed to have a hint of color, perhaps from the fire or the warmth of her body.

"Sister Yan, Ye Qing, look what I found just now?!" Qin Lang put the cloth bag away from the fire, and then showed it off to the two of them crazily.

"Sister Yan, tell me, am I particularly lucky?"

Jiang Yan pretended to be surprised for a second, then smiled and said, "Yeah, great! I want some too!"

Ye Qing also laughed, but his eyes glanced at Jiang Yan inadvertently.

Not long after entering the house, their bodies gradually warmed up.

Song Qian put the stainless steel basin on the fire.

Soon, the snow water began to melt, and gradually, thick white mist rose into the sky, and the basin began to boil.

On the other side, the roast goose and roast rabbit were ready. Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao skillfully used a dagger to remove the skeleton part, and then put the skeleton of the mutant goose into the basin.

The mutant rabbit's skeleton was carefully placed aside for later use.

Soon, the tempting aroma spread throughout the room along with the steam.

The temperature was low and the roasted meat was distributed quickly.

Jiang Yan was not hungry, so she just asked for a small piece of roast goose.

The goose meat was roasted until golden brown.

Although it has mutated, the goose meat fibers are very rough and woody, comparable to turkey, and the only seasoning is salt, but Jiang Yan feels that it tastes better than the roast goose bought from the five-star hotel in her space.

Others did not dare to eat too much, but ate slowly, tearing the food into pieces with their hands.

After a good rest, Lin Xiaohui volunteered to act as the chef and put a small amount of black fungus, bean curd sheets, and fragrant rice that Qin Lang found into the pot.

"Doctor Lin, is this all you need?" Kong Wu said, swallowing his saliva.

The remaining few soldiers also nodded hopefully and said, "Doctor Lin, how about putting some more?"

"No, we have to save some for later use. Only the head of the household knows how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are." Lin Xiaohui said as she used a long-handled dagger as a spoon to stir the basin:
"It is said that even a good cook cannot cook without rice. I felt it especially today." The collision sound of the dagger and the basin was a bit harsh, but in the eyes of the hungry people, it was nothing.

Ye Qing smiled and said, "It feels like Doctor Lin is making bone soup."

As soon as the voice fell, the room, which was originally full of chatter, suddenly calmed down.

"Xiao Ye, don't tell horror stories so late at night." Sun Jingtao said with pretended anger.

Ye Qing was a little confused: "."

Jiang Yan suddenly reacted.

“You guys—” Lin Xiaohui’s face was embarrassed for a second. She gently placed the dagger in the mixing bowl on the edge of the bowl and smiled, “You didn’t think I was a character in a horror movie, did you?”

The doctor, the dagger, the boiling bone soup, and the sound of sharp weapons colliding, it all sounded a bit creepy.

However, those present at the scene were basically all battle-hardened soldiers who had seen many mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so they were no longer surprised by the sight.

The silence just now was just subconscious.

Objectively speaking, only Jiang Yan and Mo Shiyao might be scared.

Mo Shiyao was still in a daze, so everyone subconsciously looked at Jiang Yan, only to see the latter smiling calmly:
"Speaking of bone soup, most of the bone soups I've eaten before the apocalypse had technology and hard work added in. Tonight's bone soup is guaranteed to be made with real ingredients."

The topic was abruptly changed, and one soldier couldn't help but say:
"Indeed, at least there is no added soup stock!"

"Sister Lin, you haven't added salt yet."

"Some pepper, grass, and star anise would be nice."

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On the first night after leaving the Yaoben base, those who had escaped death were so happy that they were bubbling with happiness over a bite of barbecue and a bowl of hot soup.

After dinner, a dozen men arranged their shifts and divided the area into rest areas.

The room was reserved for three ladies inside, and the remaining men were all left outside, near the door.

Ye Qing stood beside Jiang Yan, and seeing her frowning, he couldn't help but say:
"Jiang Yan, if you want to rest inside, I'll bring a piece of wolf skin in for you." (End of this chapter)