Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

"Hungry...I'm starving to death, Pa..."

Pam lay on the sofa in the sightseeing car with a weak look on her face.

And Walter was holding a book in his hand, sitting next to it and reading.

Pam complained, feeling frightened by hunger.

"Why...why did Xia Zhihui's passenger take away all the ingredients!"

Walter pushed up his glasses, as if a light flashed past.

"Is it possible that when Xia Zhihui was carrying supplies to the train, he forgot to put them in the warehouse after being interrupted by you sweeping the floor?"

Pam's ears, which were already leaning against the sofa, stood up, but she quickly lay down again.

"It seems like this."

"But I'm really hungry..."

Walter won't die if he doesn't eat.

So does Pam.

But eating comes from the deepest instinct of desire, and you can't escape being hungry.

Walter has experienced many things in his hundreds of years, and hunger is one of them.

When rescuing people in need in his hometown, it was common for him to go hungry and leave food to those in need.

So he can remain calm as always even when he is hungry.

But seeing Pam looking so uncomfortable, he still closed the book and hesitated.

"Actually...actually, I know what other food is available on the train."

Pam raised her head with a roar, her ears directly slapped Walter's arm, and her eyes shone.

"Really?"

"There is food in the car, you didn't lie to me?"

After being hungry for so long, she searched the warehouse and the kitchen, but couldn't find a single egg. Pam, who was so hungry that she just grabbed cooking oil and started drinking, didn't notice Walter's hesitant expression at all, and instead kept asking questions.

After being pestered for a long time, Walter, who found that he could not read quietly, could only sigh.

"As the train conductor, you should have the authority to enter Xiao Sanyue's room."

"Xiao Sanyue has the habit of hoarding snacks. Usually there are some snacks such as cookies and pastries on the small table in her bedroom."

Pam rolled off the sofa, then stood up neatly and ran towards March 7th room.

But within two minutes, it came back with a gray face.

"No...there is nothing on the small table..."

Walter thought for a while.

"Maybe it's in her locker."

"It wouldn't be nice to go through the passengers' lockers on March 7, right?"

"I've decided that it won't work, but train conductor, don't you often help clean the rooms of passengers on March 7th?"

"And you two have such a good relationship, she can't wait to hold you to sleep. If things happen for a reason, she will forgive you."

Pam thought for a while and found that it was indeed the case. She turned around and entered March 7th's bedroom and started rummaging through the cabinets.

Not long after, Walter watched it come out with a half-eaten can.

There are some small light yellow particles in the can, which smell quite fragrant.

Pam chewed in her mouth, eyes narrowed, looking very enjoying.

Seeing Walter looking at it, Pam thought that Walter also wanted to eat it, so she took out another identical can from her arms and handed it over.

“Passenger Walter, eat it!”

"I found it under the passenger's wardrobe on March 7. There are many more. You're welcome."

Walter took the can silently and looked at the extremely simple pattern on it.

Finally he put the can on the table and picked up the book again.

"You can eat, I'm not hungry."

Oh?

Pam looked at Walter with strange eyes, but in the end she picked up the can on the table without hesitation and poured it into her mouth.

"Well--"

"I'm full and feel so comfortable. Let's water the flowers!"

Pam passed by the observation car with a shower head. Walter seemed to be reading a book, but in fact he was lost in thought looking at the simple patterns on the cans.

If I tell Pam...this is the fish food Xiao Sanyue raised before, she won't be angry, right?

However, the fish raised in Xiao Sanyue have been raised to death, and it has been so long. The fish food must not have expired, right?

I really don’t know if Pam will be fine. Well, let’s take it one step at a time...

The culprit, who had no idea that the train had run out of food and ammunition, was preparing soup, ah, no, sukiyaki pot, for the friends.

He took out some soaked kombu, boiled it briefly for about twenty minutes, and then filtered it to get a basic soup base.

Then I added soy sauce, mirin, took a bottle of sake from Haru Kimura's bar, poured it in, stirred, and now the soup base was formed.

Kimura Haru has already squeezed in from behind the bar to the small table.

It was obvious that he also wanted to have a good time.

Xia Zhihui didn't mind one more diner, but with his nearly two-meter-long body, it was really too crowded to squeeze in to the small table.

Everyone changed seats twice before deciding how to arrange their positions.

The three women sat on one side, Dan Heng, Karl and Xia Zhihui sat on the other side, and Xia Zhihui sat on the outermost side, making it easier to add food.

The big man, Haru Kimura, was sitting alone on one side, and on the other side was where Xia Zhihui placed the ingredients.

"In March, Mushroom will change his flower knife."

"Xing, cut the tofu into chunks, remember to be gentle, otherwise you will only be able to eat tofu dregs."

"Dan Heng... come on, exhaust fan!"

"Mr. Kimura, please go wash these vegetables."

"Karl, cut the green onions into slices."

"Sister Jizi...forget it, you can continue drinking coffee."

Xia Zhihui, who had never seen Ji Zi's cooking skills, was afraid that her cooking skills would be as terrible as making coffee, so she refused Ji Zi's help.

Ji Zi looked at the busy people and asked.

"You really don't need my help?"

"Then why don't you help us share the dishes?"

Okay, this time it has nothing to do with cooking.

Ji Zi reluctantly accepted the arrangement and simply placed the dishes and chopsticks.

Seeing that the ingredients were almost ready, Xia Zhihui lit the tabletop stove and turned it on low.

The blue flame rose and licked the white casserole.

After the pot was slightly hot, Xia Zhihui poured in a little base oil, then waited a moment and poured the tofu in.

The sizzling sound of oil sounded like a pleasant note.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, he took chopsticks and turned over all the tofu.

Xia Zhihui didn't take out the tofu until both sides were golden.

Next, he poured in the green onions that Karl had chopped and turned on medium heat. The aroma of the green onions was quickly stimulated.

Kimura Jiuyu, who was holding the vegetable basin, swallowed hard.

In order to investigate intelligence, he spent almost all his savings. Now he is really poor. Even the vegetables he usually eats are grown on the wall by himself.

More often than not, he relies on nutritional supplements.

Now I can actually have a meal of sukiyaki from my hometown, which is something I can't even dream of.

The green onions were fried until they were brown, and Xia Zhihui put in a few slices of beef. After frying them for a while, he added some more onions.

The complex aroma of oil and seasonings was completely aroused, and everyone looked at the pot and swallowed their saliva.

"How long will it take? This beautiful girl can't bear it anymore!"

"A few minutes, very quickly."

Pour the prepared soup base, add green leafy vegetables, mushrooms, tofu and more fat beef.

The sukiyaki pot is ready.