Under Ivan’s shout, Yu Tian and the others realized that they had not eaten for a long time.
Although everyone was able to endure hunger, there was no need to torture themselves when there was food to eat.
Dozens of people were squeezed in the cabin and the passage. There was no dining table, and there was no way to properly eat. However, it was still more convenient to have a few bites of bread and a few mouthfuls of strong wine.
Yu Tian was not picky and wolfed down the food with everyone.
There was nothing wrong with the taste of the bus. It was just a little too hard. It was like chewing on a tire. No one knew how long it had been stored as dry food.
Ivan and the others’main food was alcohol. All the crew members held a bottle of vodka in their hands and gulped it down one mouthful after another.
As expected, the old Russians were addicted to alcohol. Yu Tian felt a headache just looking at it.
