At nightfall, with the joint efforts of all the guys who helped, a pig was divided into various parts, one part was ready to be cooked, and the other part was kept for tomorrow's meal.
The bonfire was lit, lighting up the night. Although we had just eaten a meal of pork dumplings a few days ago, who would complain about having too much fat in their stomach these days?
In the place their leader had found, which was said to be out of reach of even artillery shells, Shuoyu and his men had set up three large pots, one of which was borrowed from Henglan Mountain.
The sound of swallowing saliva was accompanied by the lingering smell of meat in the air. The small open space was filled with all those who could come. Those who could not come would wait for some of the people here to finish eating and then go to take their place. They made a guarantee that everyone would be able to eat their fill.
Yu Zhi's tanks temporarily acted as lighting, and the new American weapons provided them with light, as if they were having a dinner party after a victory.
Waiting is quiet, this quietness is like boiling water that is constantly bubbling, gurgling. When the lid is covered, it seems like there is nothing inside, but when the lid is opened, you will find that it has already boiled inside.
In order to make today's pork well, Shuo Yu used all the seasonings they had on their side, striving to make every piece of meat in the pot full of flavor and absorb the tempting soup.
He was walking back and forth with his Colt hanging from his waist. I don't know what he was looking at, but he seemed to be just waiting anxiously.
Countless pairs of eyes were looking at the big pot in Shuo Yu's hand. The rich smell was spreading from the cracks in the pot lid. This included Yu Zhi, who was pretending not to be with them but was actually secretly looking at them, and the elite soldiers of the Yu Division who came to the Sacrifice Flag Hill with him.
Master Yu didn't eat meat every day. They were just a little better off than those at Jiqipo, but that was all. There wasn't much more.
Si La Si La's clothes were open, revealing the lucky bullet he had been wearing around his neck. That bullet should have hit his head, shot from that Nanbu pistol called Qixiong, on the Nantian Gate, but it jammed.
The bullet hadn't been fired, so now it was hanging leisurely around their leader's neck, dangling in the wind, not fulfilling its duty as a bullet.
Shuo Yu stirred the contents of the pot with a wooden spoon in his hand. The lid was lifted, and the pot was bubbling with a flavor that was unforgettable once you tasted it. As he stirred, the smell was like a fishhook, piercing through the thick cage of grease, catching the noses of all the people present who were about to mutiny.
The combined involuntary gasps and swallowing sounds of hundreds of people sounded quite shocking, causing Shuo Yu to smile maliciously and continue stirring with a wooden spoon.
Doubing touched his stomach a little embarrassedly, and looked at his half-immortal brother, who continued to add firewood to the temporary stove below under Shuoyu's gaze. Shuoyu tasted the soup, scooped out two pieces of meat and handed them to the two people closest to him, Doubing who helped him add firewood, and Dashan who had been passing him seasonings.
Then he covered the pot, intending to let the contents continue to ferment. The guys sitting around him sighed, because that meant they had to continue waiting, which was simply torture. However, their resistance was futile, and they just held a freshly steamed bun in their hands, waiting eagerly.
At this moment, Si La Si La suddenly asked a question, he said, what do you want?
"ah?"
Shuo Yu was a little confused, with question marks all over his head.
"Are you deaf? I asked you what you wanted."
For a moment, no one, including Shuo Yu, knew what to say. He asked Dashan to guard the pot, and then he went to Fanla, who was leaning against a tree not far away and looking at this side, and pushed him to look at the captain standing in the middle.
"What's the matter? Aren't you within three meters? What kind of dirty food did the captain eat again?"
Meng Fanle looked at Banxian'er who suddenly came to his side, glanced at him, looked at Si La Si La who was standing in the middle of the crowd asking everyone what they wanted, touched his chin, and recalled carefully,
"...Well... why are you asking me this? Don't you think everything that happened today was like an illusion from eating poisonous mushrooms? For a moment, I really suspected that the pot of soup you cooked a few days ago had already poisoned us all, and everything we are experiencing now is just a dream, and in reality, we have already been buried in the ground."
Shuoyu kept looking at Fanla while he was talking. Fanla's expression was vague while he was talking, but his eyes were still fixed on the pot. Only after he finished talking did Shuoyu hit him hard on the head, and he got a big rat crying with his head in his hands.
Just now, when Fanla said these words, he really thought that the other party was crazy, and poisonous mushrooms? He looked down at Fanla who simply squatted and didn't stand up, and said,
"I'm tired, are you crazy too?"
Meng Fanle covered his head with his hands, raised his eyes to look at Banxian'er leaning against the tree, and said in his lifeless tone,
"Yes, I'm crazy too. Otherwise, why would I not want to live anymore and want to follow that person to die? I haven't lived enough. The young master wants to live. Living is so good and beautiful! If you die, there will be nothing left~!"
Meng Fanle spoke these words in a calm tone, his eyes flickering as he watched their leader standing in the crowd, dancing and gesticulating.
Shuo Yu did not respond to what he said, but talked about something else.
"I'm so annoyed. Do you think Old Man Hao will watch us eat here? Should we send him a bowl later?"
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