Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was a month later.

The survivors in Building 3 are still struggling to persevere, and in order to maintain the temperature of their bodies, they often run up and down the corridor in groups, and it can be useful to exercise for a while.

Song Jinhe has made rapid progress in this month's time, and he couldn't pass a single move in front of Cheng Qianhuai, but now he can fight with him a few times.

Although she will still fall into disadvantage in the end, I have to say that she is indeed talented in this regard.

The wind began to wind faintly outside the window, Song Jinhe took out the thermometer and stretched out the window to measure the temperature, but unexpectedly found that it had rebounded.

"Actually, it went up to -72°C."

She looked at the thermometer with some surprise, does this prove that maybe it won't be long before the extreme cold can slowly pass and turn into a scorching heat?

And this transition period in between is the perfect time for survivors to search for supplies and store water.

Cheng Qianhuai also leaned over when he heard this, he stood in front of Song Jinhe to help her block the cold wind blowing in from the window, and his voice was also mixed with a bit of joy.

"No wonder I always feel that it hasn't been so cold at home lately, it turns out that the temperature has started to rise gradually."

He smiled happily, and Song Jinhe's mood was not bad.

Although the heat is more difficult, the temperature in the middle of the transition period can also be called comfortable, although the transition time is only about 2 months, but it is enough for humanity to regain its strength.

"How about a nice celebration?"

Her eyes lit up and she proposed.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally agreed: "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Let's barbecue! I'm going to get some beef and mutton out, and then grill some sausage and steamed buns or something, it must taste good. ”

Song Jinhe excitedly pulled Cheng Qianhuai into the space, and found the beef and mutton bought before the end of the world from the shelves, stored properly, and it is still fresh now.

The meat is cut into diced pieces of the right size, then marinated in a basin for a while, and skewered on special barbecue skewers and grilled on the stove, and it doesn't take long for the aroma to spread.

Song Jinhe squatted next to the small barbecue grill and swallowed his saliva, while Cheng Qianhuai took a puff fan and gently fanned it.

"Stay away, don't let the smoke get to you."

He raised his hand to help her fan the black smoke drifting past, but she didn't care much, holding a piece of mango mille-feuille in her hand and eating it happily.

"It's nothing, it still smells good, anyway, you have to take a shower after eating, it's not bad for this little gray."

Seeing that she didn't mind, Cheng Qianhuai didn't say anything more to persuade her, but silently moved the stove farther away, and changed the position to successfully avoid her.

This kind of fireworks looks like nothing, but in fact, there is a lot of charcoal ash mixed in the middle, and it is definitely not good for the body to inhale it in the lungs.

She didn't care, but he had to pay attention to these little things.

The mango mille-feuille was a little greasy, and Song Jinhe became more and more greedy for the beef skewers on the stove, and chased after putting down the cake.

"How's it coming? You help me sprinkle some more paprika. ”

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the color, the heat was about the same, and he didn't feel firewood when he ate it now.

He raised his hand and sprinkled some cumin and chili powder on it, rubbed it in rows to taste, and then placed it on the empty plate prepared by the side.

"Eat, be careful with the skewers."

Song Jinhe excitedly picked up a string of wiping skewers, and then carefully tore off a piece and chewed it.

The taste is really good, especially mixed with the aroma of cumin, and people who eat it are a little dizzy.

"You can taste it too, it's delicious."

Song Jinhe strongly recommended the beef skewers on the plate, Cheng Qianhuai picked up a skewer and tasted it, but the skewers in his hand kept moving.

"It's really good, I really don't have to pick my craft."

He rarely boasted about himself, but Song Jinhe was also powerful, and said two good words to coax him, but it made people's hearts bloom.

The feast of kebabs was soon over, and the two went to the villa to wash up and walked out, and began to work together to add fodder and hay to the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep.

Song Jinhe walked into the chicken pen and picked up a few eggs, the hens were very powerful, they could pick up about 10 eggs every day, and they couldn't even eat them in the basket.

There are also a lot of duck eggs and goose eggs, but she can't accept the fishy smell of these two eggs, and she usually doesn't let Cheng Qianhuai add them to the recipe.

"I've saved a lot of duck eggs, do you want to eat salted duck eggs?"

Cheng Qianhuai groped in the duck pen for a while, and saw that the duck eggs were already full of 5 baskets, and it would be a waste if he didn't eat them dry.

"Okay, then you can do it, I'll feed the cows."

Song Jinhe didn't resist the salted duck eggs, and went to the cattle pen with the pasture.

The cow has already given birth to several calves, and it looks like the meat is tender, and you can't go wrong with eating it.

Song Jinhe swallowed his saliva, thinking about slaughtering one to improve his food, but the beef stored before the end of the world had not been used up, and she couldn't finish even if she slaughtered a cow at this time.

"Let you go first, and it will be your turn when all the beef and mutton I have saved are eaten."

Song Jinhe smiled kindly, and the little calf stepped forward and rubbed her hand with his head, not knowing what the woman in front of him was thinking.

After roughly packing up everything in the space, the two of them didn't stay too long, and after leaving the space, they gathered around the fireplace in 1801 to roast the fireplace.

"You say, will there be another natural disaster after the extreme cold has passed?"

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the slightly gloomy sky outside the window, and felt heavy in his heart inexplicably.

Song Jinhe naturally knew that the natural disaster would not end here, but she didn't want to expose this fact, so she could only sigh helplessly.

"Who knows, it would be nice if it could get back to normal."

This is indeed true, she hopes that the end times will not continue, but natural disasters are not within her control.

The two of them just sat quietly together, killing the time of boredom.

Outside the security door, two men crept closer, tense and obviously plotting against each other.

If Wang Xingsheng was here, he would be able to recognize that these two people were the people in his team, and they were also brothers who had a good relationship with him before the end of the world.

The tall and fat man is called Zhang Shimin, and the other man is only of medium stature, and his hair is thinning, which is already a Mediterranean.

Zhou Bengao touched the top of his bare head, and patted Zhang Shimin's shoulder with some fear: "Are you sure you really want to attack the 18th floor?"

Have you forgotten what Brother Wang said? ”

Zhang Shimin looked at the security door with a vicious face, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of rebellion.

"Is he right? We only had one meal in two days, and we still couldn't get enough to eat.

The charcoal basin can only be lit for 3 hours a day, and at other times it can only be warmed in a group, and it is so cold that it is covered in frostbite.

Upstairs is so happy, the woman looks easy to deceive, but he is unwilling to sell his relationship to ask for some benefits for us.

Is he happy to see us suffering? ”

Zhou Bengao scratched his head a little helplessly: "Don't say that, didn't Brother Wang himself save food for us to eat?"

He is not thin on the two of us, and he is too unconscionable for you to say that. ”

Zhang Shimin snorted coldly and rolled his eyes: "Anyway, I don't care, if he doesn't act as the captain, then I can only take action myself." ”

(End of chapter)