The brother and sister didn't say how they would take revenge on the scorpion, and Guo Qi didn't ask either.
The most important thing right now is to eat a big meal!
Sheep's head and trotters are braised, while lamb spine, lamb shank bones, braised pork ribs, and two lamb legs are roasted.
Half a pig, cut the ribs into strips, and make sweet and sour pork ribs.
Pork belly, used to make braised pork.
The rest can be braised and used to make roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), a meat-based dish.
No one had the idea of leaving some to eat slowly.
Whether I'll survive tomorrow is another matter. Should I save my food and wait until I die to eat?
Everyone had a smile on their face, and the atmosphere was lively. Without experiencing it firsthand, it would be hard to imagine that more than 300 people had just died in the camp.
It's not that we're heartless; it's that with each wave of natural and man-made disasters, so many people have died that tears and sorrow have become increasingly worthless.
Filling your stomach and living in the present is far more useful than wallowing in grief.
Aunt Lin, the head chef, gave orders in a loud, boisterous voice: whoever starts the fire, whoever sets up the grill, whoever gets some water...
The men chimed in, "I'll go gather firewood, I'll go slice the meat, that's my specialty..."
Aunt Lin grumbled, "Oh dear, no eggs, no sweet potato starch, can't make crispy pork, what a pity."
One person shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Sister Lin, you're overthinking it. Crispy pork? Even if you just boil it in plain water without adding any salt, I could eat a whole piece."
Aunt Lin rolled her eyes at him: "Fine, I'll just boil some meat for you in a bit, let's see if you can eat it."
Everyone burst into laughter.
...
A meal brought everyone back to life.
Guo Qi gave each of the seriously injured a bottle of honey and a bag of milk powder.
As the hot milk went down his throat, the seriously wounded soldier's eyes involuntarily reddened. He buried his head and tears streamed down his face as he swallowed the milk, his tears mingling with each mouthful.
He Xiao was the calmest. He and Pei Yu counted the supplies Zuo Ling brought back, counted the number of people, and divided them into portions.
During mealtimes, Zuo Ling coaxed the two little ones, feeding them cat and dog food.
Everyone turned to look, muttering to themselves, "When they were starving, they couldn't even get cat or dog food, yet this person managed to feed the two little ones so well. No wonder they're superhumans."
The snowy night was fine; the animal wasn't picky about food and would eat whatever was given to it.
Waterfall rushed to Zuo Ling's eyes. "Is that for rabbits to eat?" She pointed to the fragrant roasted meat in the distance. "I want to eat roasted meat! I want to eat roasted meat!"
Zuo Ling quickly soothed him: "Good boy, I'll give you a treat later."
They haven't eaten meat in ages, but you eat it every day. What's the big deal if you skip one meal?
Although she brought everything back herself, she couldn't very well compete with the villagers, who were already starving, for meat.
The waterfall refused; it was always eager to join in the fun, and since others could eat, why shouldn't it get to eat too?
Zuo Ling glared at it, thinking, "You spoiled brat! I knew you were like this, so I won't let you out."
The waterfall haughtily turned its head away. "You rascal!" the bunny thought angrily, "I'm ignoring you!"
I took it aside and secretly fed the little guy some cream cake. It took me a long time to coax him back to his senses.
Lin Sao waved to Zuo Ling:
"Come on, I've saved the outermost layer of the roasted lamb leg for you. It's so fragrant and delicious. Eat it quickly, or it won't taste good when it gets cold."
"You guys eat, I'm fine with anything."
Seeing that they were enjoying their meal, Zuo Ling felt very satisfied.
Aunt Lin said reproachfully, "You brought all these things back, so of course we should leave the best for you. Don't you all agree?"
"yes……"
With a drawn-out tone, everyone should be sincere.
Li Tian held a large bowl of braised pork and wiped his eyes. "If Dad could eat a bowl of braised pork before he leaves, that would be nice."
Many people share this idea.
When you're hungry, you don't care. After eating half a meal, a myriad of emotions surge into your heart. You think, "If I'm not so lucky, it would be better if I could stay a day longer."
Everyone is overeating; they've been starving for years, and many have digestive problems.
As soon as they put down their bowls, they started running to the toilet, one after another, almost without exception, clutching their stomachs and groaning incessantly, one after another, creating a stench that filled the air.
They joked with each other, "What a poor life! You get diarrhea as soon as you eat something good."
"I'm not afraid of stomach aches, I'm worried about the meat I've eaten. Why can't it stay in there a little longer?"
"..."
Zuo Ling's family seemed completely unaffected and extremely out of place.
After eating and drinking my fill, I started thinking about how to sleep.
There are still some tents in the warehouse, mostly single and double tents. There aren't many people left, so you can make do and squeeze in to stay.
Zuo Ling's tent couldn't escape the bombing, and unwilling to compromise, she brought out a new tent for a two-bedroom apartment.
After glancing at each other, no one said anything.
If you can bring back rare pork and mutton, what's a big deal about getting a tent? If you're not convinced, go ahead and get one yourself.
The snoring was deafening; they were completely oblivious, showing a hint of self-abandonment.
There was a faint, even hopeful, desire for another bombing, so that after a good meal, one could die in their sleep without suffering.
The three siblings, Zuo Ling and his sister, hadn't lived enough yet. They reminded each other not to sleep too soundly, to wake up, and to rest.
Nothing happened that night.
When I woke up, everyone was already at work.
Level the ground, rebuild fortifications, collect useful supplies, and replan for the future...
The first thing pulled out of the ruins was a large stone with the words "Tangren Village" engraved on it.
After wiping away the stains from the stones and arranging them properly, everyone stood at attention, their hearts heavy with emotion.
Take a deep breath and slowly exhale the frustration in your chest. Will you be able to see those three words again next time?
Whether bowing their heads or looking around, they hide the stinging in their eyes and tell themselves, "I can do it, I definitely can!"
Zuo Ling didn't go to work; instead, she focused on absorbing the red energy crystal at home.
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