Wei Ran agreed, casually poking the shovel into the snowdrift, and supported Gale, who was walking in vain, back.

At this time, Kantan and Dorian had built a simple stove with the stones they had picked up. The bonfire released a heat that could not be ignored, and there were even two steaming lunch boxes on it.

Beside the fireplace, Kantan, who was sitting on a bearskin, had chopped a small pile of firewood with an axe, while Dorian was carrying down the dead branches from the drag bucket.

"Drink some hot water." Kantan pointed to the lunch box on the stove, "I put some pine needles in it."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Gale were not polite. They each picked up a cup that matched the kettle, poured some hot pine needle water from the lunch box and held it in their hands.

Speaking of which, the water was not very tasty, especially the unique smell of rosin, which made Wei Ran reluctant to swallow it.

In contrast, Gale looked satisfied. Obviously, in his previous life as a prisoner, even a cup of hot water was not so easy to get.

“I also cooked some bear meat,” Kantan continued. “Although it may not be as delicious as Gale’s, it is definitely cooked.

"This is already good," Gale said with satisfaction, "there is salty meat, hot water, and it is warm enough."

"Don't be too optimistic"
Chapter completed!