017 The style of that bowl of noodles

The sun is slowly setting, the world is still as quiet as ever, with life, then there is hustle and bustle, and this quietness is no different from lifelessness.

Xu Fumeng put down his mountaineering bag, and everyone noticed at this time that his huge mountaineering bag had never been put down, and there must have been a lot of things in it, how strong was this man's physical strength?

Xu Fumeng opened a zipper, and he categorized everything, in order to save time looking for things in case of emergency.

He poured out all the food from his backpack, and everyone's eyes were attracted.

The reason why water is important is because if there is no water, you will die, but if you don't eat, you will also die, but the roots can be eaten, the bark can be eaten, and many things are not delicious, but they can barely satisfy their stomachs, but water is different.

"Compressed biscuits, Oreos, chips, and even sugar, this ...... This can't be soy sauce, right? Wang Hu looked at these things, his eyes straightened.

The scene of Xu Fumeng rummaging through the corpse once again appeared in his mind, and he only felt a little chill when he looked at the food.

However, the body's reaction is always the most honest, the salivary glands are constantly secreting saliva, the stomach is constantly barking, and everyone is ...... All hungry.

"It's not getting early, let's eat something, everybody. There are seven of us, and these things can last for three days, one, this book, reading, and the novel xstxt or so, and after three days, we have to find a way to find food. Xu Fu Meng said.

The reason why Xu Fumeng took out the food was not because of his kindness, on the contrary, his kindness was a little pitiful, just like he encouraged everyone before, what he needed was a group of assistants, the strength of one person is always limited, two fists are invincible with four hands, in this era full of abilities, this sentence also works.

Food represents the growth of his abilities and the continuous strengthening of **, but if this group of people can join his team, it may become a long-term thing, he doesn't mind making an investment, not to mention that he has other food hidden in one place, and he is used to leaving himself a way out.

Many people still want to shirk it, because these are all life-saving foods, and one serving has become seven servings, and the loss is huge. These things can be said to be equivalent to gold, oh no, gold is just a relatively hard stone at this time.

Seeing Xu Fumeng take out all these things, Wang Gang had a slightly ashamed look on his face, and he also opened his schoolbag and took out three buckets of instant noodles from it, which was also their last food.

"In the past few days, I have been living on instant noodles, and I have no way to live, so I can only eat dry. The taste of this instant noodle is really not delicious, hard and dry. Wang Gang said.

Originally, he didn't think about taking it out and sharing it with food, after all, the water source is still abundant, and it was completely enough to think about it at the beginning, so just share it, but three buckets of instant noodles, that's all life-saving guys.

At this moment, seeing Xu Fumeng take out such things, it is obvious that he has taken advantage of himself, and if he still hides the instant noodles, it will be too ungentlemanly.

"If only there was a fire." Wu Hao said.

Xu Fumeng smiled slightly and said, "I really have it!" ”

Everyone's eyes were attracted to him again, really fake, there was still fire? The lighter can't be used if it's washed away by the flood right now, right?

"Oh, the lighter of the zippo, although it has entered the water, but after all, it is a famous brand, the quality is not bad, and it can barely be used, but there is not much oil, and it won't last long." Xu Fu Mengdao.

Everyone looked at his hiking bag in unison, why did it feel like Doraemon had a treasure bag.

Along the way, Xu Fumeng took out no less than twenty corpses, and there happened to be a group of mountaineering teams, in addition to some things, there were also some raw food, but unfortunately some of them deteriorated, and they would rather be hungry than diarrhea, so they were discarded. But some of the tools are readily available, and they're all of good quality. Like this huge hiking bag, and this lighter.

Xu Fumeng didn't miss any small things, even some sewing kits he had, and some compressed dry towels similar to those in the hotel, these things were considered necessities of life, and Xu Fumeng didn't miss them all.

"That...... Let's go and gather some firewood, so that we can save some fire and the like, and the lighter should be saved. Chen Xiaolin suddenly interjected.

Everyone looked at her in unison, and then they also felt that it was about to get dark, and immediately understood.

A few days ago, the night fell, and in addition to the nightmares that plagued them, there was also a real fear of the dark!

The darkness of turning off the light and sleeping is not dark, but only the kind of darkness that you try to do everything you can but can't bring light, that is the real fear from the heart.

There was no fire, no light, and the night was pitch black, only the stars and the moon in the sky, which brought a faint light, but the light was so faint.

Darkness is not terrible, terrible is eternal darkness, irresistible darkness.

No one knows what's going on around them, no one knows what's going on around them, they're all like blind people, they can only listen with their ears and touch with their hands. Every night, there is a fear of "I'm blind".

It is also a kind of happiness to have a little fire.

Xu Fumeng also figured this out, nodded slightly, looking at this lighter, the original portable lighter was a dollar, zippo was much more expensive, in the past, its value was a brand, and now its value is bright!

A lot of firewood was collected, and the only thing that was not lacking at this time was the dead plants, and there was no water, and this kind of plants that could not move must be the first to die.

I took some water from the pool, took out the utensils to heat it, and put the three bowls of noodles together, and then divided them into seven equal portions.

Looking at the instant noodles in front of him, even Xu Fumeng felt a little emotion in his heart. When did this kind of junk food, which is usually scoffed at, become so precious?

There was a stream of heat in my hand, it was the hot noodles, and it was the first time I had eaten hot food in the past few days, even if it was just a small bowl of instant noodles.

Just in response to that sentence, when people are hungry, everything they eat is delicious. Whether it's compressed biscuits or Oreos, these things, as long as they can be eaten and filling, taste like a delicacy in the world. This kind of life in an area of extreme poverty is now the same for the whole world.

All the wealth of the past has come to naught at the moment, whether it is the intrigue of the past to climb to a high position, or to swallow your anger and be bullied by the upper echelons, everything you have cannot stop the overwhelming flood, it overthrows, not only buildings, it kills, not only lives.

The end times are coming, and what it destroys is dignity, faith, and even humanity!

"Eat?" I don't know who whispered it, but it's still a question sentence.

Everyone glanced at each other, buried their heads and began to eat, they grew their mouths, as if they were about to eat it in one bite, but the fork in their hands was only a little hooked, and they ate unusually slowly, unusually carefully, making this bowl of instant noodles more and more precious.

The heat in their hands, and the piping hot noodle soup, keep their stomachs warm, how long has it been since they had eaten hot cooked food? While eating, Fang Xiaolin and the others only felt that their noses were sore, and they actually wanted to cry a little, and even Xu Fumeng was slightly stunned in his heart.

This is an era when a bowl of instant noodles can produce a sense of happiness, an era of pity and sadness.