The wood contained some moisture and kept crackling as it burned. The aroma of stewed tomato canned meat wafted out, accompanied by a bubbling sound.
Su Changxing sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, his face illuminated by the flames. Before him lay a box of steaming self-heating rice; he clasped his hands and softly said, "Praise the food."
Only when truly lacking food does one understand its value. Now he understood why there was a ritual of gratitude before meals.
[Leader, we have found a target near Zeng Lin's corpse. He's eating, cooking stewed tomato canned meat... and self-heating rice with salted vegetables and meat.]
Cai Jing stood on the rooftop, peering from a monocular towards the building where Su Changxing was.
"What the hell is self-heating rice? Is he here for a picnic?" The young man beside her, hands in pockets, commented.
