To be clear, everyone is hungry and eat something to fill their stomachs.

Everyone brought food with them, so everyone opened the bags next to them. When they were shooting in front, the bags were filled with sandbags with guns. Now when they were taken inside, they were eaten.

Ricardo and others took it out and they were the same - military rations!

Don’t think it’s too bad. There are quite a few large and small bags. There are seven or eight kinds of packaging bags of all sizes, which look quite rich.

Next, Zhang Chi saw that their sons started to tear the packaging together, and the torn packaging was not thrown around, and they threw it back into the large bag that was opened.

Zhang Chi took out the bag for a while, took out a huge 'bowl', and put it in front of him.

Nell next to him took it over and looked at it, then put it back in front of Zhang Chi: "It's cold and it's not good for your stomach to eat it now."

The military rations brought by Nell and others are all self-heating. When eating, they use a heating bag to heat it and then tear it open the bag.

What did Zhang Chi bring? What else could he bring? He can't transport his own barbecue stove here with a gourd. After a meal, he wouldn't silence these people now. It doesn't matter if Zhang Chi is like a man like Nell or something, but he can't do it, right?

"My thing can also be self-heated, which is similar to the principles you have in your hands now."

Now Zhang Chi didn't do anything, just to see if the 'shit juice' in Nell and others was eating in a single bag or mixed together. But now he figured it out that there were still a lot of things in these bags.

There is a main meal, but I don’t know what it is made of. It is made of energy bars and fruits. The fruits are also a bag. The bags are about the size of domestic pickled vegetables. After being squeezed out, they are pears, with small particles carrying a lot of water. They are sticky and have no appetite at first sight.

When he looked at everyone's things, Zhang Chi thought to himself: Don't look at it. If he continues, he will remember the whole process of shit and klang pushing cow dung that he saw in the morning. That would have caused a big appetite.

So Zhang Chi pulled the plastic bag sealed on the self-heating hot pot, put the removed plastic bag into the bag, opened the box, and took out the small packages inside one by one.

When I placed it next to the box, there were about a dozen examples. I took the bag apart in turn, and the vermicelli, dehydrated vegetables, and meat slices were all available.

Everything was taken apart, and Zhang Chi put them all in a built-in plastic basin, tore the packaging outside the self-heating bag in the box, put it on the bottom of the box, and then tear the water in it open, pour the water inside on the self-heating bag.

After doing everything, Zhang Chi covered the box lid and began to sit cross-legged beside the box, waiting for the self-heating pan to heat the food.

Zhang Chi was just ready, and Nell, Burris and others had already started heating their food.

When Burris saw Zhang Chi's guy, he opened his mouth and said to Zhang Chi: "George, I know I like Chinese food, but at this time you don't have enough calories to eat it. Your body needs to have enough strength to resist the cold weather. We have three or four hours to spend, and I have another serving."

Burris said as he took out a piece of military ration from his bag and wanted to throw it to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi immediately waved his hand: "No, no, I'll eat these well, there's enough calories."

Miller said, "If you are cold later, say to me, I have an energy bar."

"Okay, OK!"

Zhang Chi knew they had good intentions, but he also knew that they didn’t know that there were hot pot in this world, such as lack of energy and physical needs. For us Chinese, the first place is always the taste. Eating a pound of dried dragon meat is not as good as a delicious frog leg.

I can't explain it to these people. This is like a battle between our tofu brain and salty and sweetness. Everyone is trying their best to defend their hometown tastes and belittle other places. Only the things in their hometowns are the authentic food in China.

There are many things like whether it is Cantonese or Huaiyang cuisine, why is Sichuan cuisine not available for state banquets, etc.

These Americans are also quite stubborn. This is not much different from that in China. You can't tell him anything. Nowadays, many people think that China has too much vegetable oil and is not healthy or something, and it has too much oil? It seems that they often eat fried chicken and fried potato bar oil.

After sitting and waiting for almost a few minutes, Nell and others couldn't stand it because the self-heating hot pot is different from theirs, and many of their things were heated directly in bags.

But self-heating hot pot is not. It has a breathable hole that discharges excess heat. If it is completely sealed, the air in the box will not be a box due to the thermal expansion and contraction. That is the air fried egg.

As the small vents continuously discharge heat and carry a strong fragrance, the greed of people around him follows.

Americans are very stubborn, but there is definitely no problem with their noses. As long as they are humans, they have simple differences in taste: the fragrance is not fragrant, as long as the nose is not bad, everyone feels the same.

“What is here?”

The little guy had the worst resistance, as if Nelson could not help it soon, and he stretched out his nose and sucked curiously while asking at Zhang Chi.

"Some dishes and some meat".

Zhang Chi doesn’t know how to say the word hot pot. If you say it in big cities, many foreigners can understand it, but if you say it in this countryside, you say it hot pot, and the pronunciation is HUO_GUO! They can understand a egg.

"You will know later," Zhang Chi said to Nelson.

The little guy was very scheming. After hearing this, he grabbed his cold-proof sleeping bag and moved towards Zhang Chi. It was obvious that the little guy was greedy.

I turned around and looked at the other little guys, and it was not much different from Nelson.

Zhang Chi was happy when he saw this, and reached out and touched two self-heating pots from his bag, took them apart and started cooking.

The two pots here have not been cooked yet, and the first pot over there is already ready to eat.

The military rations of Burris, Nell and others were also improved. They sat down one by one, tore open the packaging, and put them in their mouths with something like a stick that was dipped in the shit-colored sauce inside.

I usually think that although these things are average, they are not that annoying. However, no matter how you eat them today, it doesn’t taste like it. It’s very difficult to swallow the energy bar dipped in potato puree.

Zhang Chi’s first pot was ready. After lifting the lid, there were a few pieces of beef on it, and the meat side dishes such as ham sausages are below, and the cabbage, vermicelli, lotus root slices, bean sprouts and so on. In short, a few side dishes are sprinkled in a small self-heating pot.

"You guys try it!"

Zhang Chi picked up the first pot and put it in front of Nelson, and signaled several little guys to try it.

The little guys were not polite either. They threw down the military rations in their hands, took a small fork and greeted them in the self-heating pot.

"slow!"

Zhang Chi suddenly got up and asked Nell and others: "The child has no allergies, right?"

There are many reasons for allergies in American children. They cannot eat peanuts or beans. This is normal, but some people are allergic to eggs and they are really a bit of that.

The self-heating pan is delicious, but there are a lot of ingredients in it. If there is any allergy to children, it will be troublesome.

"No!"

"No!"

When a few fathers heard Zhang Chi's question, they shook their heads quickly.

"Okay, eat!"

Zhang Chi heard that the children had no, so he asked the children to eat.

When the child heard that he could eat, he immediately put a few little heads on the self-heating pan. A few little heads gathered together and surrounded the self-heating pan tightly.

"What's this?"

Harris picked out a bean sprout and asked at Zhang Chi.

"Bean sprouts are soaking beans in water to make them sprout, and then they become like this." Zhang Chi and the boy explained.

“I like it!”

After saying that I like it, the little guy put the bean sprouts into his mouth, then he lowered his head and continued to go to the self-heating pan to find the bean sprouts to eat.

Just as Zhang Chi thought he could be quiet for a while, Nelson asked Zhang Chi again with a piece of lotus root in his hand.

Zhang Chi had to explain to this kid what lotus root is.

Fortunately, Zhang Chi has done this before, so there is no big problem in explaining it. The only question is whether the little guy can understand it, and only God knows.

The little guys were eating, and the other two boxes were also ready.

Zhang Chi put a box in front of Nell and others: "You can try it too."

Nell and others actually want to try it, but they can't compete with the children. Besides, there is no way to reach into the fork in front of the little guy now.

Nell tried it, but he didn't recognize the things that came out, but after putting them in his mouth, he felt a spicy breath that killed his taste buds.

“So spicy!”

When Zhang Chi heard this, he realized that he had given the wrong thing, and gave the super spicy flavor he wanted to eat to Nell and others.

"This is not spicy! I'm sorry, I gave it wrong, it's hard to recognize it if it's dark."

While speaking, Zhang Chi pushed the pot in front of him.

When he wanted to pull the spicy pot back, Ricardo was displeased: "I like this spicy taste!"

So Zhang Chi had to shrink his hand back.

These guys!

Zhang Chi was speechless. He cooked two more boxes himself, but found that it was not his turn. Fortunately, he brought the gourd, so he took out another box from his bag.

"Your bag is pretty good to hold." Nell accidentally glanced at Zhang Chi's bag. He didn't expect that Zhang Chi's bag could hold something as big as four boxes.

Zhang Chi smiled and said, "The last box is here. If you want to eat it, I will go and get it. There is another bag on the horse's back."

Yang looked up and said, "Come on a little more, we've finished eating here."

Zhang Chi was originally going to be polite, but who knew the little guys weren't polite at all.

The taste of the self-heating pot is naturally sufficient. Even if the little guys don’t necessarily like it, it is now when it is cold in the wild. No matter how bad the self-heating pot is, it will not be better than the military rations they feed them, right?

Zhang Chi had no choice but to come out of his sleeping bag, and went down to a layer, and took another self-heating pot on the horse's back in Chiyan Mountain.

Now Zhang Chi was no longer sloppy and took six boxes directly. The box that had not been opened was seven boxes, and they were all cooked together!

Today’s third update, Chapter 2 is four o’clock, and Chapter 3 is six o’clock!
Chapter completed!