"etc."

"Is this the smell of that workers' camp?"

The open space in front of the prefabricated house.

A simple pot stove was set up, and Ma Haoge was humming a tune while vigorously kneading the dough on his hands.

Next to him, the "vegetarian hunter" who stands out in the chef apprenticeship camp is using vegetable oil to grease the pot.

Zila.

Put the shredded potatoes into the oil pan, and the water and boiling oil will collide violently.

Huh. Huh.

The blower under the stove was very powerful, and flames kept shooting out from the gaps on both sides.

After stir-frying for a few times, the vegetarian hunter picked up a large spoon and skillfully picked up the seasonings from the chopping board.

salt, pepper, balsamic vinegar

When he got to the last vial, he picked it up cautiously, shook it a few times and quickly put it down.

At this time, pour it into the pot and stir.

Immediately, a strong aroma spread out from the steaming gas along the side of the pot.

"What the hell are you doing? Why does it smell so good?"

"Potato shreds, what the hell, the lord wants extra food for us today?"

"Do you want any money? When I came out, I exchanged all the money I had for equipment."

"This shady old guy who juices ramen is here, I'm afraid he's going to squeeze us a lot of money."

"I'll eat it if you want money. The taste is too tempting, isn't it?!"

When I smell the fried smell, the guns I picked up during the day no longer seem so fragrant.

The vegetarian hunter in charge of the spoon listened carefully and couldn't help but pull out an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth.

On earth, he is just a husband-and-wife restaurant owner in a small town, and he usually serves as the chef.

After coming to the wasteland, he thought that he only knew this skill and would definitely lose it in the future.

But who would have thought that after more than half a year, there would be room for him to play again.

Not only did he have the corresponding route choice, he was now valued by the lord and participated in secret missions.

As long as the potato shreds added with "Wanwei Spore" can complete the task

That’s 50 contribution points!

The previous task of digging trenches only gave one contribution point per day, and it would take at least more than a year to collect the points to move into the dungeon.

And now as long as he can get this 50, the day when he will take his wife into the underground city, rent a shop and reopen a restaurant will undoubtedly be a lot closer!

"This is a working meal arranged by the lord. There is no charge. Everyone will have it until you are full!"

"In front of outsiders, please don't crowd. Don't lose the face of our Tianyuan Territory."

The vegetarian hunter shouted.

Suddenly, the scavengers became excited.

Free buffet, this is the treatment that S-level talents can enjoy in the previous version.

When they went out on a mission this time, they not only picked up a lot of good things, but now they also get this kind of treatment.

I am super!

It’s so exciting!

"Bring me a big bowl of noodles, I want to eat it with shredded potatoes!"

The number one man in the wasteland carried the porcelain bowl eagerly to the noodle pot.

After being free, Ma Haoge's face, which he usually looked disgusting on, turned out to be a bit kinder.

Especially after he took two full chopsticks of noodles out of the pot and put them into a bowl, the male gunman was so excited that he almost cried.

Of course, I wasn’t moved to tears by the weight.

But I was so greedy for the taste!

Tonight's noodles seemed different from those sold in the market, and there was a strong and strange aroma inside them.

After taking a sip, my stomach seemed to be twitching greedily.

"Thank you, I'd like some shredded potatoes, and some of this cold wild vegetable."

After receiving a vegetarian dish that almost covered the entire bowl from the vegetarian hunter, the male gunman could no longer resist his inner impulse.

While sobbing, he walked towards an open space where no crowds gathered.

Crouching next to Feng Long who had been sucked in by the storm, he took a nice breath of the fragrance.

Just when the male gunman was about to start eating, two figures walking in the distance interrupted his movements.

"friend."

The figure came closer, and the male gunman recognized the speaker at a glance.

He seems to be the boss of this caravan, and next to him is the captain who accompanied them out in the afternoon?

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the caravan boss chattering incessantly, the male gunman looked confused and could only turn his gaze to Feng Long.

"You want to eat the midnight snack we have?"

Feng Long took a big mouthful of noodles, chewed it, and replied vaguely.

"No, no, our manager has said that food cannot be supplied to outsiders, otherwise unexpected situations may occur."

"Unexpected, no, no, no, my friend, you misunderstood!"

Food knows no borders, and tastes resonate.

Sean was about to faint from the fragrance, and he couldn't care less about any accidents at this time.

"I'll buy it, we'll buy your food. Don't worry, we'll pay five times the price of the raw materials, no, ten times, we'll buy your midnight snacks at ten times the price."

"I can't even buy it. The manager said I can't provide it to any outsiders."

"How could it be? How could it be an outsider?" Darren, who was equally stunned, changed his words again and again: "We are friends, we are best friends, and friends should share good things with each other, right?"

"It seems. It makes sense?" He took another big bite to himself, Feng Long wiped his mouth, and still stubbornly replied: "But."

"No, but I need your manager's permission, right? I'll let him apply now."

Sean turned his head and whispered to Darren beside him.

The latter turned around and ran towards the chariot as fast as he could.

Half a minute later, a nearly berserk powered suit roared towards the village at full power.

Compared with the 60 kilometers per hour when rushing to Qinggang City, the current speed of the power suit is frighteningly fast, exceeding the speed of 100 kilometers per hour.

About an hour later, Sean sat on the ground and cursed dozens of times.

Darren finally rushed back, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, and shouted from a distance:

"Captain Feng, we."
Chapter completed!