The game starts with fleeing from famine, the boss of the end times is in trouble

Yun Yiyi felt as if she had drunk a large mouthful of aged vinegar, which was extremely sour.

However, food cannot be wasted. She held back her saliva and swallowed the hawthorn.

Then she poured a bowl of warm boiled water and drank it in one gulp.

"Third brother, the hawthorn I just ate was too sour. I feel like my teeth are falling out."

Brother Yun San laughed, "Yiyi, then you can eat the hawthorn later. I guess you can't chew the hawthorn now."

Yun Yiyi lowered her head dejectedly.

After hearing what Third Brother Yun said, the others also burst into laughter.

Brother Yun San used a wooden stick to dig out some of the red charcoal in the stove hole and put the hawthorn into the charcoal.

After a while, the sweet aroma of hawthorn became stronger.

"The hawthorns are roasted, come and eat them. Help yourself."

At the call of Third Brother Yun, everyone held a wooden stick and moved the roasted hawthorns out.

Yun Yiyi picked up a hawthorn, carefully removed the outer layer of skin, and then swallowed a hawthorn ball in one bite.

Roasted hawthorn tastes very fragrant. It is sweeter than unroasted hawthorn, and of course the sourness is stronger.

Overall, Yun Yiyi feels that roasted hawthorn tastes better.

"Third brother, roast some more hawthorns. I just ate one and it's not enough."

"Okay, I'll roast some more hawthorns. Oh, and I'll get some sweet potatoes, and we can roast them together."

"Okay, Third Brother. But don't use a sweet potato that's too big, because it will take longer to cook when roasted."

"understood."

Brother Yun San took more than ten long and thin sweet potatoes, put them together with the hawthorns, and covered them with a layer of charcoal.

"Children, if you are sleepy, you can go to bed first." Zhang lifted the curtain and entered the room.

"Mom, Third Brother is roasting sweet potatoes and hawthorns. I want to play for a while longer."

Zhang looked at the children gathered around a small fire, which was piled with burnt charcoal. It was probably roasted sweet potatoes and hawthorns.

She smiled and said, "Then you can go to bed when you are tired."

"Mom, you are so kind."

Zhang smiled and went to clean up the dining table. Then, she also sat down next to the stove.

The fire in the stove was burning all the time. As soon as she sat down, she felt a wave of heat coming towards her.

She moved her feet forward, and some of the snowflakes that had fallen on her shoes melted away immediately.

She had been standing outside for a while, and the cold wind had almost frozen her. Now, Zhang felt herself warming up.

"Mom, the hawthorns are ripe, please eat one."

Yun Yiyi said as she handed over a steaming roasted hawthorn.

"Okay, Mom, try the hawthorn to see if it's sweet."

Zhang happily took the hawthorn and started to eat it. The hawthorn was very sweet and soft in her mouth.

"It's delicious, Yiyi, you eat it too."

There are many people including Brother Yun and Yun Yiyi, and after each of them has two hawthorns, Brother Yun San has to start the third wave of roasted hawthorns.

"I didn't expect that the third brother is so good at roasting hawthorns."

"Right, Mom. I think it's good too. When the sweet potatoes are cooked, you can try them. They are absolutely delicious and not burnt."

Third Brother Yun said with a smug look on his face.

"Mom, we all roasted hawthorns just now, but the third one roasted them to the perfect temperature."

"Aunt, Third Brother Yun is patient. He always knows how to control the timing and heat."

"Mom, let's wait for our third brother to show us his skills tonight."

Zhang chuckled, "Okay, mother is waiting to eat too."

After everyone praised him, Third Brother Yun's face turned red with joy.

Suddenly, "What are you talking about? Brother Wu and I heard you talking outside the door."

As they spoke, Yun the Butcher and Old Man Wu walked into the house one after another.

"Dad, we are praising our third brother for his roasted hawthorns and sweet potatoes."

"Yes, it will be cooked soon. Dad and Grandpa Wu will also have a taste of my cooking skills."

Butcher Yun laughed, "Okay, then we'll just wait."

Butcher Yun and Old Man Wu sat down around the dining table. The table was placed next to the stove, so it wasn't cold.

Old Man Wu looked around and said, "Brother Yun, your room is well kept. It's clean and warm."

“There’s nothing we can do, Brother Wu. We were at the back and came in relatively late. By the time we chose a room, the only room left was this one without windows or doors.

"Luckily, my family had a lot of firewood, so we sealed the door and windows with matches and tarpaulin."

Old Man Wu took a closer look at the window and the door. Only then did he realize that the door was sealed with firewood piled together. The curtain was also a piece of oilcloth that he had hung himself.

He turned to look at the window again, which was also sealed with oilcloth.

He gave me a thumbs up in admiration and said, "Brother, you did a good job. Now that you have sealed the windows and doors, the room will be much warmer."

"And I found that your room is much warmer than mine."

Butcher Yun thought for a moment and said, "Brother Wu, it must be because I sealed it tightly and there was a fire burning, so the room is so warm."

"However, I also left an air inlet at the door. It's just that the opening is not very big, so we can't feel it obviously when we sit by the fire."

Old Man Wu followed the direction where Yun the Butcher was looking and, as expected, he discovered that the door curtain did not hang down to the ground, but was instead a little bit away from the ground.

"Brother Yun, now I understand what you said. I was just thinking that since there is a fire in the house, we can't seal it too tightly."

"The door of the room we chose was good and usable. But there were several holes in the window paper. I blocked them all with oil paper."

"But there was a fire in the house, so we didn't dare close the door completely. We could only leave it a little ajar."

"The wind will get into the house if the door is left open."

"Brother Wu, your problem is easy to solve. When you go back, close all the doors."

"But you can just cut some small holes in the tarpaulin covering the windows to allow for ventilation."

"But don't make the hole too big."

Old Man Wu nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll do as you say when I get back."

"By the way, Angkor, if it snows heavily at night, can we still set off tomorrow?"

Old Man Wu was silent for a moment. "It's hard to say. It depends on the decision of the village chief and the elders. But I think we will continue to set off."

Butcher Yun nodded in agreement, "I think so too. Even if the snow falls, as long as it doesn't melt, the road won't freeze, and it won't delay our journey."

"Yes, I'm afraid that the snow will melt and the road will become icy, and we won't be able to travel on the official road."

"Brother Yun, what do you say about us staying here for a while?"

"Brother Wu, what do you mean?"

Old Man Wu said in a low voice, "Brother Yun."