The dinner distributed from the base was a bun, a very hard bun. People with bad teeth could barely bite into it, but given the current situation, it was already good that the base was providing food—nobody dared to complain.
Those with bad teeth would soak the bun in water until it softened a bit and then slowly grind it with their teeth. They managed to eat it.
Su Yinhe and his group didn't queue up; they weren't short of food.
Su Yinhe's space had no ready-to-eat food, only some instant meals, and she didn't feel like having an instant meal for dinner. Chi Yan felt the same.
So they decided to cook on the spot.
Chi Yan, holding supplies, walked around their vicinity, and before long, their area had expanded significantly.
Then he took out a small generator, and Su Yinhe brought out several pots, along with pork ribs, yellow croaker, carrots, corn, bok choy... numerous ingredients.
Then both of them looked at Lin Murong simultaneously.
