Lin Lang, who was hated by him to the point of gnashing his teeth, had now returned to his safe house and started cooking a delicious meal.

Pretending to be high-end ingredients brought back from the warehouse, they filled the kitchen countertops.

On the counter were foie gras, thawed salt-frozen lobster, Arctic sweet shrimp and Wagyu beef.

Break open the whole goose liver, remove the liver lobe, absorb the moisture on its surface, and quickly cut it into two centimeters thick slices.

Peel two apples, cut them into crescent shapes and put them into the pot. Add half a bottle of red wine and the same amount of water as the red wine. Then add 30g of sugar and the juice of a whole lemon. Bring to a boil over high heat and then reduce to low heat until the juice is completely reduced.

Season the thickly sliced ​​goose liver with salt first, then evenly dip both sides in low-gluten flour. Add a little oil to the pan and fry the goose liver over medium-low heat until the excess fat in the goose liver is removed and both sides are fried until golden brown.

There are two ways to fry foie gras: with flour or without flour. Lin Lang dips it in flour to preserve its tenderness and softness.

After serving, sprinkle black pepper on it and pair it with red wine apple to relieve the greasiness. The taste is amazing.

Yang Hua and Pudding were smelling the food outside the kitchen and swallowed their saliva several times.

Next, Lin Lang used salt-frozen prawns to make a typhoon shelter that children loved to eat, and he made a large pot of sour soup with Wagyu beef.

The huge portions of food were placed on the table and several people started to eat with relish.

Pudding's hands were covered with Typhoon Shelter crumbs. Yang Hua was breathing in the cold air while eating, and his tongue was curled.

After dinner, Lin Lang entered the space to practice fire control.

In the next few days, Lin Lang and his men kept running back and forth between the Sanmu Warehouse and the base.

This day, as usual, Lin Lang and his men moved the last batch of supplies to the base.

Suddenly, dozens of people emerged from the nearby snow and blocked Lin Lang's convoy's path. Their faces were gaunt, their skin white and purple from the cold, even blisters and ulcers. Some had their faces so dry they were cracked. Their eyes were filled with hunger and exhaustion.

Lin Lang frowned, but his eyes remained cold.

\"We have nothing to eat, please give us some food!" More than a dozen people knelt on the ground and begged.

Lin Lang's eyes swept over these people.

"Where are you from?"

"We came from Shangjiang. We have eaten up all the food there and can't hold on any longer, so we came to the west. We want to find something to eat here." The middle-aged man in the lead said to Lin Lang.

"Did you meet anyone on the way?"

"No, no," the man waved his hands.

"Really?" Lin Lang took another closer look at the crowd. There were people of all ages in it, and they looked very normal.

"Boss, I see there are quite a lot of young and middle-aged people among them. Why don't we bring them to our base so that we can transport the supplies when the time comes?" Chen Mo looked at the group of people and said with some reluctance.

"Okay." Lin Lang asked them to follow the convoy.

The convoy moved forward slowly, with the middle-aged man leading the group of people following behind, their eyes revealing their desire and hope for food.

"If these people don't have any bad intentions, then it's not a bad idea to take them to the base. Population is also a resource." Lin Lang thought silently. She didn't have a kind heart, but she needed people to produce weapons for the strange beasts that would be rampant in three years.

"Mom...Mom..." Someone in the crowd fell down, and a childish voice sounded from the back. The crowd stopped and there was a commotion.

Lin Lang saw from the rearview mirror that the convoy behind him had also stopped, so he stopped the car.

"What's going on? Why did everyone stop?" Lin Lang asked Chen Mo who ran up to him.

"Someone fell down at the back, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive," said Chen Mo.

"Send someone to see whether he is dead or alive, and then see how they deal with it." Lin Lang said to Chen Mo.

She wanted to see how this group of people dealt with the fallen people in such a harsh environment.

After a while, the crowd began to move forward slowly again.

Soon, the dispatched personnel returned and reported to Lin Lang with a worried look on their faces: "The man just fainted, apparently from hunger. They used their crutches to build a stretcher, but I don't think he can hold out for much longer. They all look exhausted."

Under such circumstances, the leader of the team should ensure the survival of the team members to the greatest extent possible, and those who are dragging their feet will generally be abandoned.

But they did not abandon this person. Instead, they took him/her with them, even though the price they had to pay in the end might be far greater than losing a person.

Lin Lang couldn't immediately judge which choice was right. But since they had made such a choice, he should give them a chance. After all, in the apocalypse, most people would abandon their companions for their own survival.

Lin Lang was the one who was abandoned in his previous life.

"Send a few people to move the unconscious person onto your sled. Find a building up ahead and let them recover." Lin Lang's voice was cold and sharp, devoid of any warmth. But the team members felt an unusual warmth when they heard it.

Their food and daily necessities are now guaranteed. When the granaries are full, people will know etiquette. Moreover, Lin Lang's attitude towards this matter also represents her attitude towards the members of her base.

Soon, they came across a residential building. After entering, they found an empty room and asked Chen Mo to light a fire and cook.

He took out a large pot from the car and cooked some rice porridge for the people. The aroma of rice soon filled the entire room. Lin Lang secretly observed the group of people.

Everyone seemed extremely hungry, their throats churning from the moment the popcorn boiled. Lin Lang whispered something in Chen Mo's ear.

Chen Mo went out when no one was paying attention. He collected some sand from the supplies in the car and brought it back to the building. The porridge was just cooked, and Chen Mo pretended to bump into Duyuan who was carrying the pot, and accidentally sprinkled some sand into the porridge.

"Oh, how could you be so careless?" Lin Lang exclaimed, and then tentatively said: "This can't be eaten, pour it out and cook another pot."

Upon hearing this, the team member put down his spoon and prepared to take the food out and pour it out.

"No, no, it's still edible. It's just a little bit of sand, no problem." The middle-aged man picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful into his bowl.

The room temperature was also very low, and the porridge in the bowl was no longer hot, so he drank it without thinking.

"Miss, I'm sorry. I ate it without your permission." The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and said to Lin Lang.

"It's okay. I was planning to throw it away anyway. If you don't mind, just take it all over." Lin Lang narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"Thank you very much." The middle-aged man brought the pot to his group. Each of them took a bowl from their bag. He first gave one bowl to the oldest person in the group, then another to the youngest. Then, according to a certain order, everyone began to eat.

After eating a bowl of hot porridge, these frostbitten people licked the bowl while sobbing.

Lin Lang watched all this silently.

“Thank you, girl!

There's nothing special about it. This is our Han family's heirloom.

It has hundreds of years of history, so I'll give it to you."