"Oh, that's a pity. I don't know if the meat of the strange fish is good or not. ”

Looking at the distance and the seriously injured strange fish that was recovered by Leng Hao was quickly attacked by his own kind and sank into the water, Zheng Ximing shook his head slightly.

Under Leng Hao's influence, the former captain's painting style was also crooked.

"If you have a chance in the future, let's try it again."

Leng Hao, who had finished singing, came to people's side at some point, lit a cigarette, and spit out a smoke ring very pretendedly.

"That's right, Captain, you're really, really, pretty good."

Zheng Ximing turned his head and said to Leng Hao with some solemnity.

Standing up at a critical juncture, but not fighting blindly because of blood, such a captain is worthy of trust.

"Hehe, I'm a winner in life, that's a must."

Leng Hao's immodest appearance suddenly made Zheng Ximing roll his eyes, still familiar.

"Everyone, it's been a hard day, and it's time for a good meal."

"Come on, come on, all take action, let's eat hot pot today!"

Looking at the sky, Leng Hao waved at the people and shouted loudly.

"Huh? Chafing dish? ”

Zhou Ze, who was hungry, wanted to swallow just when he heard this term.

However, is there anyone in this world who can afford to eat hot pot?

"Come and help, pot up!"

Xu Rongrong and a group of girls took out a few cauldrons and greeted people.

Behind them, Yang Nannan and the others carried boxes of ingredients and placed them on the deck.

"Canned luncheon meat!"

One of the survivors looked at the packed box, his eyes green.

"That's a lot of fish!"

A woman kept wiping her eyes, afraid it was an illusion.

"It's dried mushrooms again, so you don't have some green vegetables?"

Liu Feng walked over and picked and chose in a box, with a look of disgust.

The box was filled with fragrant mushrooms, not dried mushrooms, but freshly picked for a few days.

Zhou Ze's throat involuntarily made a swallowing motion.

"Go and move the cabbage yourself! You guys are getting picky, don't you know how to do it yourself? ”

Guo Yujie crossed her hands on her hips and yelled at Liu Feng viciously.

"Hey, where? Where is it? I'll go. ”

Liu Feng laughed a few times and ran towards the cabin.

The women among the several survivors looked at this scene with a twinkle in their eyes.

Guo Yujie is obviously in her early twenties, a yellow-haired girl, and she used to be the most miserable in the team.

And Liu Feng is tall and big, and he even has some muscles on his arms, he is obviously a "good man", but he didn't expect to be so polite?

"Zizi!"

At this moment, with the soft sound of a wok, a somewhat spicy taste rushed into Zhou Ze's nasal cavity.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Leng Hao throwing away a bag of hot pot base ingredients.

In front of Leng Hao, there happened to be a large cauldron, in which, two solidified hot pot bases were gradually melting under the frying of hot oil, exuding a fragrance that made people drip.

"Bottom!"

Looking at the plastic bag that Leng Hao threw away casually, the light and fluttering plastic bag with a lot of residue, Zhou Ze's eyes widened.

As if his body was out of his control, he rushed forward in great strides.

But the next moment, Zhou Ze had to suppress the impulse in his heart.

Because a young man who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and skinny, but moved quickly, had already rushed to Leng Hao's feet, and without hesitation, the bag of hot pot base was stuffed into his mouth.

"Ouch, my mother!"

The young man's movements made Leng Hao reflexively clench his fists and almost punch him in the heart.

"Woo, woo."

This yellow-haired, yellow-skinned, skinny boy didn't care at all about Leng Hao's fist that almost knocked him down.

He just grabbed the bag of hot pot base that Leng Hao had just thrown away, tore it open, and used his tongue to lick the tiny oil particles greedily.

The young man's movements were fast and nervous, but the people around him suddenly felt as if they had been immobilized.

"Zizi, zizi."

The taste of the hot pot base is actually very ordinary, very astringent, and with a choking spicy taste.

But the boy ate quickly, swallowing in his throat as if he were eating his last supper.

"Ahem, ahem."

Soon, in less than ten seconds, the teenager had eaten everything.

Then he raised his head, looking fearful, and looked at Leng Hao in front of him with some resignation.

There was silence on the entire Fengming Mountain, only the roar of the engine slowly turning.

"This guy is really ......"

Zhou Ze couldn't help but look at Leng Hao with some concern.

It is estimated that this young man himself has also realized that he has seen a lot of such things with a beating, or even a life in exchange for a meal.

"Damn, I thought you were going to attack me......"

Looking at the young man who was kneeling in front of him, his whole body couldn't stop trembling, Leng Hao let out a long breath.

"Boy, is this hot pot base delicious?"

Leng Hao stopped Li Xinhong who wanted to stand up with his eyes, and asked the young man softly.

"Good, delicious ......"

The young man raised his head and looked at Leng Hao with a look of fear.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm hungry ......"

Looking at Leng Hao's "amiable" appearance, the young man's face turned pale.

He suddenly kowtowed to Leng Hao: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I'm so hungry. I will repay you as a cow and a horse in the future! ”

Leng Hao raised his eyebrows.

This kind of thing is generally only available in ancient times, and now people are monkeys, and their loyalty is great.

Does he have a chance now?

However, the boy's actions are clearly not worth advocating, if everyone is like him. Where is the majesty of Leng Dashuai?

"I'm sorry, that's it? If an apology is useful, what do you want the police to do? ”

Leng Hao raised his head slightly, with a domineering president on his face.

This was originally a familiar line from a TV series before, but now, the young man kneeling in front of Leng Hao no longer has the mood to laugh at the beginning.

"I was wrong, Captain Leng Hao, please give me a chance......"

Before the young man finished speaking, he was pushed to the ground by Leng Hao.

"Come on, hang this guy up for me!"

Listening to Leng Hao's shouting, Zhou Ze and the survivors turned pale one by one.

Sure enough, this guy is going to be hanged.

This team looks like a dream and perfect, it turns out that all this is an illusion, and there is no such team in this world!

"Captain, what a hanging?"

Liu Feng swallowed his saliva a little and asked hesitantly.

"Hang it up, of course, and leave him a live buckle. Lao Tzu hasn't punished him enough, and I'll play him slowly......"

Leng Hao "smiled evilly" and said with a malicious expression.

There was no trace of blood on the young man's face, and he didn't even struggle when he was dragged away by Jiang Mingrui and them.

His whole eyes seemed hollow and numb, as if that was the end for him.