Snow was everywhere, so I grabbed a handful and used the campfire to boil water.
Big Head was very curious about what his boss was going to do...
Then he put the two things in his hand into two bowls. Da Tou looked on with a cute expression, not knowing what he was doing.
"Boss, is it food? Just give it to me, why bother?"
People occasionally rinse fried noodles with hot water, but that's too much trouble sometimes. Anyway, it's just a few bland and tasteless things, and we're already tired of eating them. It's just a forced way to replenish energy.
"Shut up, wait a minute..."
Immediately, hot water was poured into the bowl, and a unique aroma wafted out...
"It smells so good! It smells like meat! No way, how could this be here..."
Big Head said incredulously.
However, seeing is believing, and hearing is deceiving. Two steaming bowls of food were right in front of him: "Try it, is it good?"
Big Head swallowed hard; he knew it would taste good without even tasting it.
One bowl is instant noodles, and the other bowl is a paste made from a new type of compressed biscuit.
Seeing that he was only staring without eating, the cold, hard middle-aged man said impatiently, "Eat..."
Big Head hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no need. Let Xiao Wei and the others eat this good stuff. I still have half a cornbread left..."
He pulled half a steamed bun from his pocket; it was so cold and hard that it was difficult to even bite into.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but simply snatched the half-eaten cornbread from the injured man, soaked it in the hot broth of instant noodles, and said, "Eat this, it was specially prepared for you..."
Conditions here are harsh, and everyone endures everything by themselves, giving the best food to others. Fried noodles are more nutritious than cornbread, even though they taste bad. People say it's too much trouble to rinse them with hot water, but they just want to save money and think that cornbread is fine for them.
Take Da Tou, for example. He was injured a while ago, and the wound on his leg hasn't healed yet, but he still insists on standing guard every day without taking a break. He just says that if he stands less, others will suffer more...
The middle-aged man, their leader, glanced at Big Head's wound last night when he was curled up asleep, his eyes reddening as he looked away...
Ironically, the best thing here is fried noodles.
Big Head was stunned for a moment, then the middle-aged man said with a stern face, "If you don't eat it soon, this stuff will go bad..."
Big Head rubbed his eyes: "Boss, what are you saying? How can this be bad? Little Wei and the other kids are young, they need to eat more good food. I, I'll eat..."
The middle-aged man glared at him and said, "The cornbread is in the soup now. Are you going to waste food? Doesn't what I said count? I told you to eat it, so hurry up and eat it..."
Big Head picked up the bowl and started slurping the soup, salty tears mingling with the flavors. He kept stammering, "Delicious, so delicious, I've never eaten anything so good before..."
After he finished eating, the middle-aged man watched him drink the porridge...
“Big Head, I know you’ve always been afraid of troubling everyone and have been enduring everything, but can you really endure this? As for food, you don’t need to worry about us. No one will go hungry. Our supplies have arrived now, so stop staring at your cornbread all day. You’re so useless…”
Big Head wiped away his tears: "It's here, really? But I know it's tough now, everyone's starving. I'll eat less, so none of us will go hungry..."
The middle-aged man glared at him and said, "If you don't eat, how can you hold on?"
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