A total of four pots of beans were fried.
The third pot was handled by Lu Xi'an, and the last pot by Yao Wei.
After finishing, Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei looked at the heap of fried corn beans piled on the bedsheet, feeling satisfied.
"Can this last us a long time?"
Yao Wei asked.
"It should."
Lu Xi'an replied.
This way, their dry rations were more than sufficient.
"It's just that this stuff is too dry, we need to drink water with it."
Lu Xi'an said.
Yao Wei said, "It's all dry stuff, compressed biscuits, grass cakes, chocolate, they all require water."
"True."
Lu Xi'an smiled, wrapped the beans directly with the bedsheet, tied a knot, and placed it at the back.
The fried corn beans had expanded slightly, and they couldn't fit back into the frying pan. Moreover, Lu Xi'an's goal was to free up the frying pan, so he no longer planned to pour the beans back into it.
It's just using the bedsheet for a while; they won't be using it for a while anyway.
