"Tang Zheng, since the punishment regiment isn't coming, how about whipping us up some late-night snacks to satiate our cravings?" Lin Weiguo sat by the campfire, poking at the firewood and rubbing his belly with his free hand, grinning at Tang Zheng. Ever since he'd tasted Tang Zheng's cooking, the old soldier had been pining for more.
Zhang Yan and Li Xinlan also looked at him with eager faces, unconsciously swallowing.
"I'm not your servant, but okay, just this once." Tang Zheng's cooking skill was purely honed for survival in the wilderness, now being used to cater to a few gluttons, it made him feel a bit like overqualified. "What if I purposely burn the porridge, so you guys won't bother me in the future?"
"Oh, don't be angry, chef. Many hands make light work, I'll help pitch the tent." Lin Weiguo took a backpack from Tang Zheng's back, pulled out a large camping tent and an iron shovel, and began to set to work.
