Wei Heng was a good cook, and tonight he had outdone himself. Soon, a medley of fragrant aromas filled the entire camp.
Everyone from the Special Service Team, aside from the few members on patrol, ran over to surround Wei Heng's... pots.
Gu Xi glanced at the large pot, which was already nearly empty. 'After traveling for most of the night,' she thought, 'porridge and sweet potatoes are a little plain.'
She pulled a case of canned food out of the large cloth bag she carried.
Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed the eyes of Zhao Qingxiao and the others.
The cloth bag was quite large, but it had been hanging flat at Gu Xi's waist the whole time. So this case of cans...
"One per person, don't take more," Wei Heng said, giving Gu Xi a disapproving look. He took the case from her and started tossing one can to each person.
Zhao Qingxiao caught it and looked down. He was stunned to find it was a pre-apocalypse can—braised pork flavor, no less!
