Zhang Yu rubbed his hands, warming his body by the fire, with a smile on his face: "The person who invented fire was truly a genius."
Yao Li silently took out a kettle, placed instant noodles inside, first using this fire to melt a frozen bottle of mineral water, then pouring the water into the kettle to cook the noodles.
The group was dumbfounded as they watched.
Lu Ran's forehead veins protruded, grumbling: "Hey, hey, hey, I haven't been this extravagant."
"Warming by the fire is one thing, but cooking instant noodles....."
His voice gradually lowered, as an enticing aroma lingered around his nose, and Lu Ran stared intently at the steaming kettle.
For a moment, the sound of swallowing echoed continuously.
Yao Li picked up a strand of noodle, eyebrows raised: "Want some?"
After a long while,
Outside, snow was swirling, and in the cramped cave, the only sound was that of sipping noodles.
