Speaking of which, Yang Jian and his group were walking in the boundless snow. Because they had not had supper, they were exhausted and listless. As the captain, Yang Jian saw it and felt a little anxious.

"Everyone work harder, let's make a fire and make a meal when you walk out of this snow." He used these words to inspire everyone.

"Gugu~", at this time, a thunderous drumbeat sound came from Bao Zhuangshi's belly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Head", Bob touched his stomach awkwardly, "I'm so hungry, so let's cook on the spot."

"Yeah," everyone agreed.

"Oh, okay," Yang Jian didn't object, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to have barbecue," Xixi opened her eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian with anticipation.

"It's not easy to make a fire in such a cold day. It's too difficult to cook food." Yang Jian browed bitterly, saying that he was powerless.

At this time, the old man swallowed a few mouthfuls and smacked his lips and said.

"Boss, do you remember the big yellow dogs used to pull sleds when we first came to Stone Snowland?"

"Remember, didn't those dogs all freeze to death in the tundra desert?"

The old Hans walked forward, leaned against Yang Jian's ear, and whispered.

"At that time, I stored some meat privately and put it in the storage ring to keep it fresh. At this moment, I could take it out and make a hot pot meal."

"Oh, Hans, you're really considerate," Yang Jian couldn't help but lit up.

"Do it just by saying it!"

So, Yang Jian quickly brought out a large iron pot that was wide from the ring. Bob found a few hard stones and set the iron pot on it.

Hans picked up handfuls of clean snowflakes and put them in the iron pot.

Yang Jian took out a few pieces of charcoal and a few pieces of firewood, lit the firewood first, and then ignited the charcoal until a violent spark ignites at the bottom of the iron pot, and continuously heats the snow water in the pot.

"Put the hot pot base first", Yang Jian sprinkled some powder into the iron pot.

Gradually, small bubbles emerged from the pot, and the water that dissolved the hot pot base showed an attractive color.

After a cup of tea, the water in the pot boiled, and a white mist of water appeared out of the boiling water.

"Hans, you can put meat on it," Yang Jian patted the fighter on the shoulder.

The old man brought out a large white meal plate with neatly arranged rows of meat slices. He put the meat slices into the pot together, then added garlic, ginger, fennel and other seasonings, stirred evenly, and then covered the pot.

"Everyone needs any dipping sauce, just tell me." Yang Jian gave each person a small bowl and a pair of small chopsticks, and then took out a bottle of aged vinegar, soy sauce, and mustard.

"Haha, I, Bob, likes spicy food." The Berserker happily took away a can of chili sauce, picked up the chopsticks and took away a large piece, and put it in a bowl.

Xixi added a large spoonful of candy, but she didn't know if it was delicious.

The sharpshooter added vinegar, and the Dark Night Messenger was a loyal fan of Mustard. Old Hans said that the soy sauce tasted pure and had a strong hometown flavor.

Yang Jian put a little bit of everything in his bowl, mixing the flavors. He murmured in his heart, can this one be eaten with chili, vinegar, mustard, soy sauce, and sugar?

As white foam floated on the edge of the pot lid, gently lifted the pot lid and shaking it slightly, the group of people's eyes focused together.
Chapter completed!