"I guess you have to ask, you wait," the "fart spirit" shook his head, walked quickly to the corner of the house, lifted a piece of oilcloth, carried a black bag in front of Lei Yan, and said, "There are more than ten bags, there are them in every kitchen, I can't eat them at all, I tried to cook a little, I can't eat it at all, I think you still have to think of another way!" ”

Lei Yan ignored the "fart spirit", and excitedly held up the bag of things in front of everyone, telling everyone to come and see.

"It's a packet of flour, oh my God," W jumped up excitedly, grabbed the flour in Lei Yan's hand and looked at it again and again, unable to believe his eyes.

Eric and Davy were also overjoyed, and ran to the black pocket, opened it, and immediately cheered, and they each took a bag of flour in each hand, and jumped and jumped, looking like crazy people.

"Okay, I know this is food," "Fart Spirit" pulled out the cool water channel next to him, "You can bake bread, but the oven here, the power here has long been cut off, the oven can't be used at all, these raw flour can't be eaten at all," "Fart Spirit" pointed at Lei Yan and the others, "You are all happy too early." ”

"Let me see what else is here, what do you think this is?" Lei Yan picked up a bottle of olive oil and held it up in front of everyone, and everyone cheered again.

"It's okay to drink a sip of this plaything, but if you drink too much, you'll have diarrhea," "Fart" looked at Lei Yan and the others like a group of neuropaths, and kindly explained to them, "A good man can't stand three bubbles, if you are not afraid of weak legs, there are five or six bottles under my bed, you can drink enough!" When the crowd heard him say this, there was another burst of cheers.

It was the first time that the "fart spirit" had grown so big and seen that a hungry stomach could also make people hungry and crazy, and he looked at Lei Yan and the others who were happy, and shook his head sympathetically.

"Here's salt, here's chili sauce, basil leaves, all kinds of condiments," Lei Yan continued to rummage in the cardboard box, every time he took out something, the others cheered, Lei Yan finally took out a bottle of pickled cucumbers, and held it up to several people in surprise and said, "What do you think this is?" The sparkling appearance of the pickled cucumber caused several other people to burst into an explosion of cheers.

"Alright, there are no wolves here," the "fart spirit" was tired of seeing them cheering, and reminded, "Don't bring zombies for a while." I'd love to see how you turn decay into magic and make food out of this flour. ”

"How did you make the batter out of flour," Lei Yan took the pickled cucumber and asked the "fart spirit", "I want to ask, what kind of tool did you use to heat it?" ”

"Ah, card stove, old-fashioned windproof card stove, I still have seven or eight gas canisters, I was originally going to make weapons, but it has been useless," "Fart" walked to the wall, removed some clutter, took out a card stove from below, handed it to Eric who was following him, and found three or four gas canisters in his hand, and said to Lei Yan, "You have to say first, if you make batter, then you better eat it yourself, the batter with spices is still not edible, the pot I made is all for me to feed the ants," his words caused everyone to laugh.

"Don't worry, there are a lot of things you can get, and we will definitely not make a batter," Lei Yan raised his eyebrows, divided his hands, and assured the "fart spirit", "You must still have a pot, right?" ”

"Yes, of course there is," the "fart spirit" handed the gas tank to David, rummaged through the clutter pile again, found a round bottom pot and a frying pan, one in each hand, held it to the side of his head and shook it to Lei Yan and said, "I used it as a weapon, but I never used it," "The fart spirit" held the pot in front of his face again, and joked, "It can also be used as a mask." ”

"There's water over there," Lei Yan glanced at the faucet, rubbed his hands, looked at W and the others, and said to the "fart spirit" with a smile, "Now it's just a flat plate, a clean and flat board." ”

"Of course there is a board," the "fart spirit" casually took a wooden board about half a meter long from the wall, and said to Lei Yan, "When it is used for firewood, you need to use a special cutting board, I can go to the kitchen to get it for you, but there is no food here, what do you want a cutting board for?" ”

"This is fine," Lei Yan took the cutting board from the "fart spirit", walked to the faucet, unscrewed the faucet, and said to the "fart spirit" while washing the wooden board, "Don't ask, you just wait to eat." ”

"Don't you need me?" "Fart" asked.

"No need," Lei Yan said to the "fart spirit" with certainty.

"Then I'll wait and see," "Fart" pointed to the bed and said to Lei Yan, "I'm weak now, go and sleep over there for a while, you can call me when you get it," After speaking, he walked to the bed by himself, and said, "You can use whatever you want in the house, as long as you can get something that can be swallowed." ”

Lei Yan and Eric and David found a few bricks, put the wooden planks on them, and made a makeshift stove, and W used a flat pot to mix a large piece of noodles. Lei Yan scattered some noodles on the wooden board, took W and the noodles out of the pot, and kneaded the noodles while letting W continue to mix the noodles, and asked Eric to boil water in the round pot pot.

Lei Yan kneaded the dough and found a baseball bat in the pile of debris next to the wall, Lei Yan used a saber to cut off one end of the handle of the bat, washed the bat under the faucet, and wiped the bat clean with his own clothes. After that, Lei Yan divided the dough into six small balls, then used a modified ball stick to roll out the small dough into dough sheets, and then used a saber to cut the dough into noodles. Although it was very expensive to cut noodles with a saber, Lei Yan finally turned all the six balls of noodles into noodles.

Eric's water was also boiling, and Lei Yan, with the help of David, asked Eric to find some containers to eat noodles in a while.

As soon as the noodles were made here, and W's noodles over there were also reconciled, Lei Yan began to process the new dough again, and added the yeast powder he had just found to the dough, kneading the dough while letting W brush out the flat pot, and then took half a pot of cold water, and after a while, W hurriedly returned to the faucet to brush the pot.

Kneaded the noodles with yeast, Lei Yan covered his freshly dried shirt on it and woke up, at this moment, the noodles were also ready, Lei Yan quickly fished out the noodles, put them in the cold water prepared by W, brushed the round bottom pot clean, and began to make noodles and marinade again.

Lei Yan first chopped the pickled cucumbers into minced pieces, and when he saw that the olive oil in the pot was hot, he put all the minced cucumbers into the pot, and stir-fried them for a while with a spatula made of wooden boards, and then put half of the hot sauce down, and the room was suddenly full of aroma, and everyone gathered around, staring at the mixed brine in the pot with drooling.

The bubbling marinade looked very beautiful, Lei Yan saw that the aroma of the fried sauce had come out, so he added some water to the pot, taking care of the taste of the rice people, and added some basil to the marinade, and after more than 20 seconds, the fragrance in the house became stronger.

At this moment, smelling the aroma of the room, he couldn't pretend to be able to put it anymore, a bone turned up, ran to the pot to watch, and dared Lei Yan They didn't call him and ate it secretly.

Lei Yan glanced at the "fart essence", didn't say anything, turned over the marinade in the pot twice, and turned off the heat after collecting the juice.

"Can you eat it?" "Fart" said in surprise.

"That's right, Erik, hand out the dishes," Lei Yan said to Erry, who immediately handed out the six washed water glasses, wine glasses, beer glasses, bowls and saucers, etc. to the crowd.

"Now there is a shortage of forks to eat noodles," Lei Yan frowned and thought for a while, and said to everyone, "You go and look in the cardboard box, I just rummaged through it, and there seem to be a lot of Swiss Army knives and other things in it." ”

A few minutes later, Lei Yan and others used wine glasses and other things to hold noodles, marinated with pickled cucumber spicy sauce, and picked up the noodles with a fork on the Swiss Army knife and ate them, everyone said that it was too delicious, but the "fart essence" did not say, he was too hungry, patronized and ate, and even ate his tongue together, naturally he didn't have time to say yes, others asked him, he nodded desperately, but he didn't speak, for fear of delaying the ......