The cannon fodder of the last days hugs the thigh

Chapter 42

After finishing all this, she took the pot in one hand and dug into the mountaineering bag with the other, took out a folding alcohol holder, folded it on the ground, added the pot, took out a small bottle of alcohol from the side pocket of the bag, added the alcohol, and fired the lighter .

Yan Huanong who was passing by took a look and walked away, but Guo Sumo ignored him.

Lan Jiu had already taken out her laptop and leaned on the back of the sofa, wondering what she was researching, and Guo Sumo was also concentrating on preparing a good dinner for her, hoping to prepare for the small plan in the future.

The half-person-high mountaineering bag is indeed a good product for home travel. It has a large capacity and many uses. Guo Sumo and other pots are heated and then dig out inside, escape a bag of vacuum-packed compressed raw oil, plus a handful of empty-packed shallots and Green vegetables, put them in the pot and copy them together.

Brother Bing on the opposite side was stunned. From time to time, someone would look over to see what else she could take out. The food they collected and carried was high-calorie and easy-to-storage compressed food. This is the way to survive in the last days. , I didn't expect that this person could stuff so many messy things into the relatively unpacked hiking bag.

So, how much food can the rest of the land hold?It's gone after two meals.

When Guo Sumo took out again, took out two bottles of drinking water and poured them into the pot, heated it up and added the bagged egg ramen that he took out, the person on the opposite side was already speechless and dull.

In other words, Guo Sumo really didn't plan how long the food in the bag would last, they wouldn't stay here for long, and they would leave after Lan Jiu's business.Besides, the food collected outside is probably not as fresh as the refrigerated items in the Lan Jiu experimental base.

When the noodles boiled, Guo Sumo cracked two eggs. When they went to the mall to collect supplies, she picked them up from the only freezer that still had power reserves. There were still a lot in the backpack.

Thinking of her own plan at the time, she picked out all the things, and took some small packets of condiments, so after all the things were ready, a pot of fragrant egg noodles that was not inferior before the end of the world was freshly cooked.

Lan Jiu, who had been staring at the computer screen, glanced this way.

The people on the opposite side smelled the pungent fragrance wafting in the air, and they were full of laughter, all kinds of envy and hatred.

Guo Sumo, as a zombie who is still on the way to upgrade, has no feeling for these things. She just made this noodle according to the habits and hand feeling before crossing, so after she gave the first bowl to Lan Jiu, she sat in Ouyang Qingyue silently. When the opposite side looked at the pot without blinking, he seemed unwilling to put up the remaining bowl and gave it to him.

In an instant, the breath around him froze, and he froze to death...

(End of this chapter)