The car was warm and the food smelled delicious. The three of them quickly finished their meal and sat comfortably in the booth.

Not far away, the diesel generators at the neighboring "Liaoyuan" camp hummed, mixed with the sounds of coughing.

Xi Zhongcang saw a figure carrying an enamel bowl moving through the snow.

When you open the light screen camera, you can see people lining up to scoop rice water from tin buckets. The water is so clear that you can see your reflection in it, and dried radish is piled up like a small mountain in a rough porcelain bowl.

"Stop dawdling! Eat quickly! We still have to keep going after you finish eating, so hurry up!" A shout came from afar.

The three people in the car exchanged glances. Clearly, this team had also noticed the criticism on the public chat and concluded that the earthquake cycle theory was pure nonsense, so they decided to continue on their way.

Whether or not to tell them that an earthquake would occur the day after tomorrow became a dilemma.

"No, we'll become the target of everyone's criticism!" Chu Zhiqin shook her head in disagreement. Cui Quan's fate was obvious to all. If Li Jinshao's calculations were inaccurate, it would be difficult to recover. "Besides, didn't Xiao Xi say that information asymmetry is our advantage?"

“But they were all Chinese,” Xi Zhongcang hesitated, “and they even gave you mints…”

Chu Zhiqin choked. Although the scarred man's sister didn't seem very friendly, the scarred man himself was actually quite nice...

In the struggle for survival, candy is a scarce resource, as can be seen from the food provided by the neighboring organization, highlighting the scarcity of resources in extremely cold regions.

After much deliberation, the family of three decided to offer a tactful reminder. If the other party understood, all the better; if not, it would just have to be left as is.

After all, they can only act with good intentions to remind their compatriots and do what is right, and cannot be perfect in every aspect.

As Xi Zhongcang, shrouded in cold air, approached the enemy camp in search of the scarred man, he noticed the wary looks in the eyes of the crowd.

A short-haired woman in a military overcoat tapped an enamel bowl with an iron spoon, splashing soup onto the snow and leaving dark yellow stains. "What are you looking at!"

Xi Zhongcang hesitated for a few seconds while looking at the scarred man's sister, then his shoulder was shoved.

"Trying to steal the rice porridge?" An unfriendly voice rang out from behind.

Xi Zhongcang staggered back and saw a well-dressed young man with a somewhat rugged appearance.

Before Xi's father could react, the short-haired woman immediately put down her iron spoon and went to greet him: "Second Brother Huang, what brings you here?"