For both those like Huang Yu and others who had just hurried from Yellow Stone City, and for Chen Jian's group, who had just ended a great battle, this night was a precious rest.
Following the old tradition, Chen Jian lit a campfire in the manor and opened the lavish cans Fu Xi had brought from 011 using the all-terrain cargo truck.
Gathered around the campfire, under the massive shadow of 30A, the boiling cans emitted a strong aroma of meat and a faint burnt smell, giving the weary group a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
When the warm grease mixed with broth entered their mouths, everyone in the team let out a series of sighs without any agreement.
One has to admit, for those living on the wasteland year-round, these canned goods were still over-the-top.
Aside from the nutritional value, just the umami provided by the MSG inside was something most so-called "superb" cooking techniques couldn't imitate.
