Listening to the water gradually boil in the bucket, everyone's hearts grew calm. This is perhaps a unique culture of the Z people. Cooking brings inner peace, like a spiritual practice. If the resulting dish is beautiful, fragrant, and delicious, it is the fruit of this practice, and this achievement is worth sharing.

After the water boiled, "Li Jiawen" sprinkled the compressed synthetic grain that he had just crushed into it, and then he kept stirring it with a polished branch.

After boiling again, "Jiang Ling" took out a small bag of dried meat and a small bag of nuts from her bag, opened the package and sprinkled them in. "Don't forget to break the dried meat into small pieces next time! It won't cook easily otherwise," reminded "Li Jiawen" beside her.

The cartoonist pulled a packet of salt from his trouser pocket and placed it next to the fire, but did nothing further, then sniffed the aroma that wafted out.

The couple was in an awkward situation. They hadn't taken anything with them when they escaped, not even their so-called son. They were so frightened that they ignored each other, and only after they left the city did they pretend to form a team again.

After adding water twice, Li Wenjia picked up a little porridge with a wooden stick and put it in the palm of his hand, then tasted it. Then, he took out the dagger from his arms, cut a small hole in the salt bag, and sprinkled some salt into the bucket.

He dragged out a plastic box from behind the bench, took out several plastic bowls and plastic spoons, and gave each person a pair.

The porridge Jiang Youwei received wasn't as bad as she'd imagined. She realized her previous method of chewing the whole grain wasn't quite right. It was like someone eating a banana with the skin on for the first time, or someone eating bitter melon raw. "Come to think of it, who in their right mind would eat rice raw?" She seemed to have grasped the point, and she planned to try it when she got home. It's true that the power of the working people is limitless; the vast majority of "delicacies" are created by them.

Watching everyone wolfing down their porridge, Li Wenjia felt an inexplicable sense of pride. "Hehehe~" he seemed to laugh out loud, though thankfully no one noticed.

After a satisfying meal, everyone gathered around the bonfire to digest their food. The flickering flames illuminated Jiang Youwei's face, which made the other men a little interested.

"Um~ Miss, what do you do?" The cartoonist tried to get closer to her. The others seemed to be indifferent, but they were actually listening carefully.

"Me? Me?" Jiang Youwei's attention was not here. She was just instinctively perfunctory. She was listening to the sound of gunfire in the distance at this moment. Those sounds only made her yearn for it.

"Why hasn't Aunt Zhou come back yet?" Li Wenjia noticed that she didn't want to talk, so he changed the subject.

Everyone came to their senses. Zhou Hua had just said that she was going to the bathroom, but now more than ten minutes had passed and there was no movement outside.

Li Xiang seemed to remember something and suddenly stood up from the ground. Then a dizziness hit him, causing him to stumble a few times before he squatted back down, shaking his head with his hands. He felt his vision go black, and before he could think about it, he just collapsed.

"Brother Li, are you okay?" The fat man on the side hurried to help Li Xiang.

"It's nothing, just low blood pressure. I stood up too quickly."

"Did you notice anything?" Li Wenjia asked.

"No, nothing! I'm just worried that my wife will be upset."

"Hey~I've cried and eaten, why am I still so depressed?" Fan Yuexin was a little confused. That was indeed illogical.

"All women are like this!" Li Xiang said angrily. Then, seeing the daydreaming "Jiang Ling", he added, "My wife is always like this."

"Here it comes! Be careful!" Jiang Youwei suddenly shouted.

As soon as the words fell, everyone heard a "whoosh" sound, and then they found that a fist-sized dent had been made on the edge of the bridge pier behind them.

"What is that?" The fat man turned his head and looked at the bridge pier.

"Never mind, come help!" Li Wenjia yelled, digging out the large armor pack he had hidden. These days, he had been trying to repair his exoskeleton armor. Although the energy pack was only half recharged, it was basically usable, except for the unlucky helmet.

"Fuck, what do you do? Why are you still hiding this thing?" The fat man walked closer and took a look. Although his tone was nervous, his eyes were shining and he stared at the components.

Although this set of armor can be taken off by oneself, it is impossible to put it on by oneself. When I was in the army, I could use the mechanical assistance on the supply vehicle, but now I can only ask others for help.

"Don't just squat there like an idiot! Come help!" Li Wenjia was currently assembling the armor's limbs. Once these components were snapped onto the torso and the whole thing erected, the operator could enter the armor from behind. After that, the person outside would simply attach the energy pack to the back. However, the entire suit weighed nearly 300 kilograms, making it impossible for one person to operate it.

"Roar!" A grayish-blue monster emerged from the brush and roared upon seeing the people gathered around the campfire. Its arms were covered in white human tissue and dark red flesh. The strong smell of blood instantly made Li Xiang, who was squatting there, vomit.

"Damn, it's too late!" Li Wenjia saw that they were now face-to-face, so he immediately put down his half-assembled armor, pushed the fat man over, and sent him into the grass nearby: "Lie down, don't move, and don't make a sound!"

Then, he pulled out a blackened steel pipe from his weapon bag and placed it across his body, saying to himself, "Calm down, calm down! Move less and think more!"

A brave man buries his fear deep in his heart.

Just as he hesitated for a moment, Uncle Li seemed to have recovered. He saw him suddenly stand up and quickly whispered, "Don't!"

"Snap!" The monster, sensing movement, dodged and pounced in front of the old man. The middle-aged man had no time to dodge and was struck by its punch. In Jiang Youwei's dynamic vision, his chest was crushed and deformed by the force of the punch, shattered bones protruding from his skin, and then various tissues and blood rushed out from the back of his shoulder.

The uncle's body was bent into a sharp angle by the immense force, and then, with a loud thud, he slammed heavily onto the dented bridge pier behind him. The wound left a blood-red circular spot on the concrete surface, which then slowly slid down. He was about to die.

"It feels so slow!" Jiang Youwei watched the whole process. The bloody and brutal scenes did not scare her. In fact, this kind of violent aesthetics made her a little excited.

Blood dripped from the gray fingers. The monster loosened his fist and felt the sensation. It felt very soft and strong, unlike the hard boxes he encountered when escaping before.