It is said that Yang Jian and his party are moving forward in the boundless snow, because they have not eaten dinner, they are all exhausted and listless, and Yang Jian, as the captain, is a little anxious in his eyes.

"Let's work hard, and when we get out of this snowy field, we will make a fire and make food", he used these words to motivate everyone.

"Coo~", at this time, a thunderous drum sound came out of Bao Zhuangshi's belly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Head", Bob touched his stomach a little embarrassed, "I'm really hungry, let's cook on the spot."

"Uh-huh", everyone echoed.

"Alas, okay", Yang Jian was not easy to object, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"I want to eat barbecue", Sissi's eyes widened and she looked at Yang Jian expectantly.

"On such a cold day, it's not easy to even make a fire, it's too difficult to cook food", Yang Jian frowned bitterly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

At this time, old Hans swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and smacked his lips.

"Head, do you remember the big yellow dogs that you used to pull sleds when you first came to the snowy land of Ston?"

"Remember, didn't all those dogs freeze to death in the tundra desert?"

Old Hans stepped forward, leaned into Yang Jian's ear, and whispered.

"At that time, I secretly stored some meat and put it in the storage ring to keep it fresh, and at this juncture, I could take it out to make a hot pot meal."

"Alas, Hans, you are really thoughtful", Yang Jian couldn't help but light up.

"Just do it!"

So, Yang Jian quickly took out a large iron pot that was one person wide from the ring, and Bob found a few hard stones and set the iron pot on it.

Hans picked up a handful of clean snowflakes and put them in the iron pot.

Yang Jian took out a few pieces of charcoal and a few pieces of firewood, lit the firewood first, and then ignited the charcoal until the bottom of the iron pot ignited a violent spark, continuously heating the snow water in the pot.

"Put the hot pot base first", Yang Jian sprinkled some powder into the iron pot.

Gradually, small bubbles bubble up in the pot, and the water that dissolves the hot pot base takes on an attractive color.

After about a cup of tea, the water in the pot boiled, and a white mist emerged from the boiling water.

"Hans, it's time to put the meat", Yang Jian patted the martial artist on the shoulder.

I saw that the old Hans brought out a large white dinner plate, on which were neatly stacked with rows of meat slices, he put the meat slices into the pot together, and then added garlic, ginger, fennel and other condiments, stirred well, and then covered the pot.

"What dipping sauce do you need, just tell me", Yang Jian gave each person a small bowl, a pair of small chopsticks, and then took out bottles of aged vinegar, soy sauce, and mustard.

"Haha, Bob likes spicy food", the berserker happily touched a jar of chili sauce, picked up a large piece of chopsticks, and put it in a bowl.

Sissi put a big spoonful of sugar, but she didn't know if it was delicious.

The sharpshooter added vinegar, and the Nightbringer was a big fan of mustard, and the old Hans said that the soy sauce tasted pure, strong and homey.

Yang Jian himself put a little bit of everything in his bowl, mixed the flavors, he muttered to himself in his heart, this only adds chili, vinegar, mustard, soy sauce, and sugar to eat hot pot, can you eat it?

As the white foam appeared on the edge of the lid, gently propping up the lid to make it shake slightly, and the eyes of the group were focused.