Whenever Xiao Yi was busy in the kitchen, everyone at the base would gather around, curiously examining the ingredients in his hands, sniffing the alluring aroma, their faces unconsciously filled with anticipation. Xiao Yi always smiled, patiently answering their questions and sharing his cooking techniques and experiences.
In his hands, ordinary ingredients seem to take on new life. He meticulously blends the various seasonings and precisely controls the heat, presenting dishes that exude beauty, aroma, and flavor. Whether it's the tender roasted meat, the rich chicken soup, or the refreshing fruit and vegetable salad, each one is incredibly delicious and full of praise.
Xiao Yi's cooking skills not only satisfied everyone's appetite, but also made them feel a glimmer of warmth and hope in the difficult years of the end of the world. Whenever everyone sat together and enjoyed the pleasure brought by the food, they would sigh at Xiao Yi's generosity and kindness.
In the closed and oppressive environment of the underground base, Xiao Yi's delicious food became a source of comfort and strength for everyone. They knew that as long as Xiao Yi was there, they would never lack food and warmth. Xiao Yi was also happy to share his supplies and cooking skills with everyone, because he knew that in this world full of unknowns and challenges, unity and mutual assistance were their only options for survival.
During these few days in the dungeon, Xiao Yi's life seemed to have undergone a miraculous transformation. He carefully took care of his body, kept a regular schedule, and paid special attention to his diet. After a few days, he clearly felt that his mental state had improved significantly, and the feeling of fatigue and weakness had disappeared without a trace.
What was even more gratifying was that the wounds on his body were gradually healing. Those originally shocking scars were now only faint traces, as if telling of his past suffering. Xiao Yi gently stroked those scars, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.
That day, he stood before the mirror, carefully examining his features. Though still somewhat worn and weary, his eyes had regained their former brightness and resolve. He opened a bottle of iced orange juice and sipped gently. The cool liquid slid down his throat, dispelling the days of melancholy and depression.
Xiao Yi couldn't help but think of his life over the past few days. Although he was in the end of the world, he had found a rare peace and comfort here. He had his own space, enough supplies, and those companions who fought alongside him. Together they protected this small base and looked forward to the dawn of the future.
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