Chapter 177: Big Brother, We Have Meat to Eat
"It's all your fault!"
The next morning, Meng Ci woke up and looked at himself in the mirror in the RV's bathroom, only to find a red patch on his back.
Seeing Shen Que come in through the door, he couldn't help but slap his arm.
Shen Que, knowing he was in the wrong, took it without complaint.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault."
Though he admitted his mistake verbally, in his heart, Shen Que thought that it wouldn't be a big deal to let Meng Ci be on top during their next session on the roof of the car. He, with his thick skin, certainly wouldn't feel any pain.
Thinking about the experience on the roof the previous day, Shen Que even began to look forward to the next time.
Shen Que's mind started to wander without limits. The off-road vehicle had plenty of space; they could give it a try.
But they would need to find a way to get rid of Qiezi, the third wheel.
Although they had come out to have fun, the days were too hot and the nights too dark, leaving them with little to do.
So, the two of them decided to take out all the power storage devices in the space and connect them to the solar panels, planning to fully charge these devices.
In a little over a month, it would be the polar night.
The polar night would last over a month, and these power storage devices would be invaluable for keeping things undercover.
Since Qiezi wasn't afraid of the heat anymore, they let it out, allowing Qiezi to play outside while keeping an eye on things.
Meng Ci and Shen Que, with some time on their hands, thought they could make more food to store in the space for easier consumption in the future.
Meng Ci took out five rice cookers and another five generators from the space, assembling them to steam rice.
Meng Ci also took out a noodle press, kneading and pressing the dough into noodles.
Some of the noodles were stored raw in the space, while others were boiled in a pot and placed in disposable lunch boxes.
Since time is frozen in the space, there was no worry that the noodles would become soggy.
Once the rice was steamed, it too would be packed in disposable lunch boxes.
When they were almost done, Meng Ci took Shen Que into the space and harvested all the ripe vegetables.
Eggplants, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, lettuce, bok choy...
Each type of vegetable could fill a large bag.
The land in the space, after being cultivated by the two, now spanned several acres, with enough vegetables to eat.
Thus, a while ago, Meng Ci had reclaimed two more plots to plant various fruits.
Watermelons, strawberries, Hami melons...
Outside the space, the two worked in perfect harmony, cooking dishes.
Braised eggplant, Meng Ci's favorite, was cooked in three pots, as he never tired of it.
Tomato stir-fried eggplant, braised eggplant, di san xian, shredded cabbage, cold dressed spinach, sauce-glazed potato cubes...
Of course, Meng Ci also took out some pork, lamb, and beef from the space.
Braised pork, green pepper stir-fried meat, boiled meat slices, fried bacon, stir-fried lamb, braised lamb, chili-ginger beef, tomato-egg beef stew...
Meng Ci also took out some rabbit and fish, beginning to thaw them.
Inside the RV, the two worked energetically on the meals, while outside, Qiezi wandered around marking its territory.
Every now and then, Qiezi would come to the front of the vehicle, letting out a howl, and would be rewarded with a piece of meat impatiently thrown out of the window by Meng Ci.
It would also receive a scolding like "Go play somewhere else" or "greedy ghost."
But Qiezi, for the sake of food, didn't mind these words.
After checking around to make sure no one was there, it would return, asking for another piece of meat.
And Meng Ci, though grumbling, would throw another piece of meat to Qiezi.
A little after three in the afternoon, Meng Ci and Shen Que each had a cup of iced milk tea.
Having made too much food, the two weren't feeling hungry at all.
Smelling themselves, there was the fragrance of food, but the stronger smell was of cooking oil.
Meng Ci thought that once the food was ready, they should air out the RV, and take the opportunity to thoroughly clean the inside and outside.
"Howl, howl!" Qiezi's calls came from outside.
Meng Ci, sitting on the sofa, didn't want to move and, hearing Qiezi's calls, had no intention of responding.
"Howl, howl!"
Hearing Qiezi's calls becoming more aggressive, Shen Que felt something was wrong, put down his milk tea, and said, "I'll go take a look."
"Mm," Meng Ci took out some spicy strips and chips from the space.
Then, taking off his shoes, he put his feet on the opposite sofa, feeling extremely comfortable.
"Xiao Ci, there's work to do!"
Shen Que got out of the RV for a moment but soon returned to the RV door, speaking in a low voice.
Meng Ci finished the spicy strips in the packaging in one go, and casually grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.
I mean, they were in the middle of nowhere. How could someone be coming over?
But Meng Ci wasn't in a hurry. He slurped down the remaining milk tea that Shen Que had left and then headed out.
Hmm, there's going to be sweating during the fight later.
So, it's essential to hydrate first.
"Boss, look, there's an RV!"
"What's that on the ground?"
"Let me see... That looks like a solar panel!"
"Boss, let's grab that RV, and we won't have to walk anymore."
...
As the group of people got closer, their voices grew louder.
Meng Ci took out Shen Que's butcher knife from his spatial storage and simultaneously gripped his own long blade.
This group of people couldn't be allowed to leave alive after seeing their stuff.
"Howl, howl!"
Meng Ci and Shen Que hid behind the RV, planning to ambush them.
But Qiezi, unaware of the two masters' plan, ran out, howling in an attempt to scare the group away.
Upon hearing Qiezi's howls, the people didn't seem scared. Instead, their eyes sparkled.
"Boss, that's a wolf!" The man swallowed hard as he spoke.
"We're getting meat!"
The group continued discussing how fat Qiezi was and assumed that his owner must have plenty of food. Just by looking at the RV's exterior, they could imagine it was filled with supplies.
Meng Ci released a fly for surveillance and observed that there were five people in total.
They were all bald, with bronze-colored skin, carrying large backpacks, and each had a sturdy build.
Meng Ci couldn't help but click his tongue twice. It looked like today was going to be a tough battle.
After retrieving the fly, Meng Ci and Shen Que positioned themselves on each end of the RV, one at the front and the other at the back, standing by the tires without fear of being seen.
After spotting Qiezi, the group quickened their pace.
"Boss, we've been talking for so long, and no one has come out. Maybe the RV's owner is out or dead," one of them said.
The man was about to suggest the wolf might have eaten the owner but noticed Qiezi's shaved body and figured the wolf was probably domesticated.
The man walking at the front, with a long scar on his face, had been silent the whole time.
When they were about a hundred meters from the RV, the scarred leader spat out the stick he had been chewing and took out a Tang Dao from his backpack.
"Less talk, more caution," he said.
"Yes, boss," the other four replied, taking out their weapons.