Huang Xiaoxiao couldn't believe what she was seeing. What was going on? These people were eating so well? That soup smelled really delicious.
In such a cold place, especially in this godforsaken area, if you could have a bowl of aromatic mutton soup, that would be perfect.
The people in the first team were sniffing and constantly swallowing, captivated by the aroma.
Huang Xiaoxiao asked, "What are we having for dinner? It's so late already. Didn't you see them already started eating?"
The logistics team shrugged, "We can't start a fire, all the vehicles have fuel problems, and we can't generate electricity. We only have compressed biscuits and water. Once the vehicle is fixed, we can have fried synthetic meat."
So, in the cold snow, they were eating compressed biscuits and drinking a soup made from mutton stew.
