Zombies may not have to eat, but the students in Wudian Class 1 still have to worship the Five Insect Temple. If this survival battle really takes three or five years to fight, then it is estimated that the content of the battle "How do we fight this time" accounts for less than 10%, and the rest is "Where will we eat this time".

Time passed quietly in the discussion of the rare real sutra, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. The winter sun was as gentle as the eyes of a lover, and the frost and snow on the ground began to melt silently in such a gaze. But this was destined to be a soothing and long process, because the light with a faint warm light was so gentle that it felt a little soft, as if every time a snowflake melted, it would make it feel unbearable, so it tried hard to suppress its own heat and let this world covered in silver last longer, and longer.

"Does it be time for us to make a fire and cook?" Li Jingyu's stomach had been screaming for a long time. Seeing that no one started, he could only tentatively propose it, and at the same time he expressed his stance that he did not want to eat vacuum sweet glutinous chestnut kernels and potent again. "I don't know how to eat snacks for lunch, right?"

"Also eat snacks?!" Compared to Li Jingyu, Qiao Siqi was much more free and unrestrained, saying whatever he wanted and expressing his feelings. "I am so greedy that I bit my tongue every time I eat. If this continues, I will easily bite my tongue and commit suicide!"

Zhou Yilu also wanted to eat meat, but he couldn't agree with Johns' accusation: "Are you greedy for meat? Are you fed so much shredded squid and beef jerky into the dog's stomach?"

Qiao Siqi couldn't hold back her face, and she muttered in a low voice for a long time: "Don't you eat it too?"

Zhou Yilu was too lazy to roll his eyes: "Yes, thank you for rewarding me for those two silks."

Lin Dilee couldn't help but stand up, moved her arms and legs, and tugged her head with the rubber band on her wrist: "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you!"

Li Jingyu: "Rice!"

Luo Geng: "Butterbread!"

johns: "Meat!"

Qi Yan: "Take some vegetables and have balanced nutrition."

Wang Qingyuan: "Then add another soup."

Zhou Yilu: "Isn't there an oven there? Actually, some baked rice, a thousand-layer pasta and other exotic styles are also good."

"..." Lin Dilee lowered her head and took a few deep breaths. When she raised her face again, she smiled very gently, "You said it too quickly just now, I didn't remember, can you repeat it again?"

Wu Sheng 1 swallowed a saliva collectively, and at this moment, the seven souls reached an unprecedented tacit understanding-

"Just be full."

The large pot stove in the kitchen is formed in one piece, with a long strip of strips, with a total of more than a dozen stoves on it. Each stove has a giant wok, so big that the stir-frying shovel is like a shovel. One pot comes out and it is full of iron plates, which is a perfect big pot of dishes.

There are two separate small rooms in the kitchen with a vast space, arranged on both sides of the kitchen. One is a warehouse for storing rice, flour, grain and oil, and the other is a separate gas room set up seven or eight meters away from the end of the stove. Through the glass, you can see four gas tanks standing inside. Obviously, this is the fuel source of these dozens of large stoves. The size of these gas tanks is much larger than that of ordinary household liquefied gas tanks. At first glance, it looks a bit strange, but when it matches the large stove and the big pot, it is the same style.

When I ran to the canteen, everyone was worried that if the canteen used the gas pipelines that were supplied by the city, the heating was now stopped, and gas and natural gas were not much better. It was not until I ran into here and found that I was using a gas tank, so I felt at ease for the time being.

However, the problem that followed was even more serious - the gas tank was fixed in capacity, and the fuel inside had to be replaced. In the current situation, no one would replace it. What should I do if I cook and cook later? In the early stage, maybe I could still find the remaining gas tank from the kitchen on the second and third floors of the second floor. Of course, it would be a headache to fight with the students in Class 2, but even if I got it, it would be used up for a day. What should I do then? It is not realistic to create an ever-extinguished fire like the Olympic flame. The burnable things that can be found in the entire cafeteria can be counted with one hand, panels, rolling pins, and over. The remaining are pots and pans that cannot be burned and the plastic stools and metal tables outside.

Since it is not possible to solve for the time being, let’s take a look at the moment.

Lin Dilee walked into the gas room, checked carefully around the gas tanks, and finally patted one by one, coaxing the child: "I hope you can hold on for a few more days."

As the only thing that has been left in the kitchen among men, Zhou Yilu naturally had to help, so he followed the gas room. Seeing Lin Dilee making a wish towards the gas tank, she simply stepped forward and hugged the tank, and shook it twice.

The liquid in the tank made a sound with the rhythm of shaking every day.

After a few days, Zhou Yi would re-establish the last jar and announce the appraisal results: "There are two that have about half left, and the other two that have a little less left, at most one third."

Lin Dilee has never used a gas tank. She has been traveling to the city's gas supply pipeline at home. When she came to college, she also used electricity to cook. So she asked for advice seriously: "How long can it last?"

"If I remember correctly, the jar used by my family should be 15 kilograms," Zhou Yilu's family has stopped using gas tanks in recent years. He can only try to recall with a vague impression. "If you cook normally, it will only be one and a half months." As he said that, he looked at the body in front of him carefully. It was written with 50kg. After rough calculations, Zhou Yilu had a clear idea. "Now there is 05*2033*2, which is 166 large jars left. The big jar is 333 times that of the small jar, and 116*333*15 is 8... I won't calculate carefully after the decimal point, just think it's eight months."

"Eight months? Are you sure?"

"In theory." Zhou Yilu didn't dare to say it too much. If the students were working for one year to prepare, but just four months later, the stove fire was extinguished, and his life fire would probably die out.

Even if it is just theoretically exciting enough. Lin Dilee almost hummed a small song and ignited the stove under the guidance of Zhou Yilu...

boom!

The moment the huge flame was ignited, if Lin Dilee had not been hiding quickly, the hair that had slipped off on her forehead would have been burned.

"You, is your fire so strong..."

"Well……"

"Give you another chance."

"It will definitely be no problem to persist at this burning speed for two months!"

"Did anyone tell you that being cute when a woman is angry is equivalent to suicide?"

“…”

The canteen stove is different from home. It is specially designed. The firepower is so strong that it is simply outrageous. On Monday, I debugged the hydraulic valve in the gas room for half a day, and all ended in failure. The adjustment was too small and the fire was extinguished directly. Finally, I finally stabilized the fire and remained extinguished. The flame was basically the same as the flames for cooking at home. Before I could be happy, I found that such a heat was not enough for a large pot stove. The vegetables were kept in the pot for half a day and it would not be hot. If I insisted on using such a small fire, the gas usage per unit time would be reduced. However, when the dishes were cooked, the total time of gas usage would be lengthened, and the amount was still so large.

If he had to choose one of the fast stir-frying and low heat slow boiling, he would rather save time and have fun on Monday. Thinking about this, he would not be confused and decisively get on the high heat.

This made Lin Dilee suffer.

The dish was frigid. She missed the small stove on the second floor throughout the whole process, because she could calmly cook bean sprout soup, and here she had to stir-fry at four times fast forward speed, otherwise the dish would be muddy.

Lin Dilee swung the shovel here, and Zhou was all very enthusiastic about the rice steamer. After studying for a long time, she barely sent the steamed rice plate with the rice soaked in water. She held her heart and wiped the sweat from her forehead and started it.

Six friends watched the whole journey from afar, and were filled with emotion at this moment—

Qiao Siqi: "They look even more nervous than when they were fighting zombies..."

Li Jingyu: "I've worked too much."

Luo Geng: "And they sweat. It's such a cold day, they sweat."

Qiao Siqi: "You are saying this as if they are doing something shameful."

Wang Qingyuan: "You are the only one who thinks so!"

Song Fei, Qi Yan: "Uh..."

"I'm sorry, I'm too out of the way." The only student Wang who had not obtained a driver's license decided to go and stay by himself.

The rice with raw rice was stir-fried until the cabbage was melted in the mouth. Fortunately, there were a lot of meat slices in it, which saved this disaster-like lunch. The first class of Wushen did not care whether it was too pitiful for eight people to eat one dish. Anyway, there was a large pot of the dish, so the long-lost home-cooked dishes were all swallowed up.

At first, someone took the time to say a few words, plucked his cheeks and mumbled, commented on food, or chatted casually. But later, no one spoke again.

A strange emotion revived with the gradually warming up of the stomach.

In the past, no one would think such an ordinary meal was strange, but after eating instant noodles, eight treasure porridge and snacks for more than ten days, after experiencing all kinds of thrilling hardships, sitting down and eating such meals again, it would be harder to calm down. It turns out that the most intimate thing in the world is the things you never care about but are extremely familiar with, such as the plants and trees in your hometown, the advice of your parents, and the fireworks that float out of the stove at home every day.

A tear fell into the meal. Lin Dilee held the bowl, lowered her head, blinked her eyes hard, and held back all the things that were about to come out from behind.

No one noticed it.

Because the male classmates are not much better, they miss homesickness and mom, but men don’t cry easily.

Song Fei sniffed and took the last bite of rice. He felt the atmosphere was a little depressed. He looked around and suddenly had an idea and got up quietly.

"What are you doing with a shovel?" Qiao Siqi, who had not finished eating, had sharp eyes and found that Song Fei went to another empty pot to take out the stir-frying shovel.

"It's okay, you eat yours." Song Fei walked perfunctorily towards the window.

Qiao Siqi shrugged, ignored him and continued to eat.

Other friends also looked at Song Fei, but given that the latter habitually did not follow the ordinary path, their comrades would just let it go.

Except for Qi Yan.

As soon as Song Fei looked for the shovel, Qi Yan knew what he was going to do, so he was alert from beginning to end.

Song Fei didn't know, but thought he was unaware of it. After confirming that there were still no zombies outside, he quietly opened the window, stretched out with a large spatula that was almost completely different from the shovel, and gently shoveled a layer of neither thin nor thick snow from the unmelted ground. Finally, he carefully took back the shovel and placed it flat on the ground, closed the window, squatted down and gathered the snow on the shovel together, and covered it into a large and small snow ball in his palm.

Everything is ready, but I only need the unlucky ones.

Showing the thief's smirk, Song Fei turned around and was about to walk back when he was facing Qi Yan's dangerously narrowed eyes.

Song Feijiu quickly made a gesture of "shhh, keep quiet".

A trace of suspicion flashed in Qi Yan's eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Song Fei tiptoed behind Wang Qingyuan who was still eating, hooked his index finger and sent the snow ball on his other hand into his neck with lightning speed.

When Wang Qingyuan realized something was wrong, the cold snow ball had already rolled into the depths of his clothes, and wherever he went, it was filled with ice and sourness.

Wang Qingyuan actually refused to scream, but the person jumped up all of a sudden. He looked at Song Fei's expression and the shovel under the window and understood what was going on. Without saying a word, he walked over to open the window to shovel the snow!

Half a minute later, Wang Qingyuan's snow ball was flexibly avoided by Song Fei, and finally hit Qiao Siqi's face behind him.

How could Qiao Siqi suffer a loss? Join the battle immediately.

In a few minutes, the entire Wushen Class 1 entered the happy snowball mode. Although he didn't dare to shout too presumptuously, everyone's face was filled with long-lost happiness.

——Except for Qi Yan.

As the first person to discover Song Fei's attempt, Qi Yan's emotional ups and downs were very complicated. At first, he was proud, look, I'll see through you. Later, he threatened, dare you throw me away and try it? Then he judged from the calmness on the other person's face that the original target was not him. In the end, he was still the classmate Wang whom he couldn't fall in love with until now.

It's really a painful thing to be self-indulgent.

In a corner of the kitchen, Qiao Siqi and Zhou Yilu, who were tired of fighting for a temporary quit, discovered the unusual quietness of their comrades in the distance.

Qiao Siqi: "What are he thinking about when he sits there again?"

Zhou Yunluo: "I don't know."

Qiao Siqi: "It seems very troublesome."

Zhou Yilu: "I'm too focused and always think too much."

Qiao Siqi: "If you fall in love with someone like Song Fei, can you continue to be stupid and happy without any heart?"

Zhou Yilu: "It depends on what you say..."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao called out there—
To be continued...