Doomsday Star Fortress

For the next few days, the entire battalion was busy.

Chu Ci was busy sorting out the list of urgently needed materials at the base, and the soldiers who followed the mission were lightly picking up their travel equipment.

The mission this time is still a material search mission. The most lacking thing in the base is oil and food.

One is hard currency, and the other is a must-have for electricity and travel.

In addition to these, they also collected thick and warm clothing and bedding.

After all, it won't be long before we enter the autumn and winter season.

The team still depends on the quality of people rather than the number of people. With Lin Fan as a little jingle, as long as you proceed carefully to reach the destination, the matter of transporting is really not too simple.

Lin Fan, who was nesting in the base and was about to become moldy, squatted in the cooking class for two days in a row.

He stared at the chef who had prepared enough food for the entire team, and he took all the food into the space as soon as it was out of the pan.

Who knows what's going on outside?

After all, it has been almost three months since the cataclysm, and according to the calendar, it is already autumn.Although it is still as hot as summer at noon, the temperature in the early morning still makes many people wake up in the middle of the night.

Even the soldiers who slept in the camp tents were no exception.

Lin Fan, who was eating and drinking with the two children in the cooking class, has been supervising the chef making all kinds of snacks.

Tang Qingsong sat on the chair and beat his old cold legs, looked at Wang Mingwei who was still busy in front of the stove, took a sip of hot water and sighed: "Hey, Lin Fan, you cook so much food at this time , I’m going to spoil my old man.”

Lin Fan handed over the small snacks on the table with a smile, and said, "Hey, come here, you can eat some too. You are the best at whoever says it. You can feed me with this mouth now!"

"Su ah... Su ah..."

"Tang Shushu makes the best things..."

Zhan Xi and Yang Yang slurred their praises, and coaxed Chef Tang without lifting the millet crisps in their mouths.

Tang Qingsong touched Zhan Xi's little furry head, squeezed the millet crisps that Yang Yang handed over, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed twice, feeling the sweetness and crispness in his mouth, heaved a long sigh.

When the whole camp was busy, Zhan Xi and Yang Yang were naturally left alone, and the two children who had nowhere to go could only be entrusted to Lin Fan.

The young man who only wanted to eat had no choice but to stay in the kitchen with the two cubs.In less than two days, the two children ate one by one, their faces were round and fat, and their complexions were ruddy and shiny.

Just after preparing all the food for the trip, Lin Fan wanted to eat millet crisps on a whim.

In fact, Lin Fan wanted to eat other snacks, but looking at the tools and materials in the kitchen, he couldn't make complicated ones.

That is to say, the ingredients of millet crisps are simple and abundant.

The simple rice and peanuts are deep-fried in an oil pan until they become fluffy and removed. Stir-fry with a lot of sugar and mix the rice grains and peanuts. Let the syrup cover everything. Put it into the mold and wait for it to cool before cutting it.

The finished product is fragrant and crispy, which is loved by both adults and children.

Tang Qingsong just sat down to rest after making as much as Lin Fan needed. It wasn't that he was lazy, but that his old cold legs were useless. The humid air and the sharp pain undoubtedly made his life extremely difficult.

Chewing the crispy and sweet millet crisps in his mouth, he looked at Lin Fan and said, "Xiao Lin, you must bring an umbrella when you go out this time. With this weather, tomorrow is scheduled to cool down and rain."

"Brother, do you still watch the weather?"

"Where can it be? These old cold legs are starting to hurt again. It will definitely rain tomorrow." Tang Qingsong tapped his knees while talking.

"Hee hee, okay... I'll collect some more quilts and bring you a bed when I go out this time."

"Hey? Okay, when you come back, I'll make you some delicious food."

Tang Qingsong readily agreed, this man, once he starts to get old, all kinds of problems will come out.It turned out that in the barracks there were wages and supplies, everything was available, and the heating and hot water never stopped in autumn and winter, which made him feel better.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, it is very rare to get someone to bring more quilts, and he still took advantage of it.

Seeing Tang Qingsong's fear of the cold, and touching the slightly cold palms of the cubs, Lin Fan put the collection of quilts and jackets at the top of his mind.

He felt distressed when the boy was frozen, and it was Chu Ci who felt distressed when the soldiers in the battalion were frozen.

No matter how hard it is, I can't suffer this group of people...