Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

My limbs felt weak and my stomach was rumbling.

Feng Lan immediately realized that this was another tactic used by the maze against players, so she stopped to rest. Hua Hua also attentively conjured up a rattan chair and a tea table for Feng Lan to rest on.

Feng Lan simply sat down, took out a crisp apple from the supermarket and started eating it with a crunching sound.

After searching for apples for so long, she was hungry.

After eating the apple, Feng Lan was sure that the hunger in her stomach was relieved a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, what she feared most was that this dog maze was not humane, and the food in the player space was useless. She had to find food from treasure chests or something like that in the maze.

Well, for example, a game Feng Lan played before was designed like this. Compared to the worst guess Feng Lan had ever thought of, this is really good.

But Feng Lan thought about it and it made sense. It was because she had a cheat like a supermarket. Otherwise, who would put so much food that was available in most dungeons in such a limited space? At most, they would prepare a small amount, just in case a small amount could last a day or two. The food needed for dozens of days would take up too much space. What would happen to the weapons and props just to carry all these supplies? Wouldn't they bring them?

Totally impossible!

Feng Lan didn't eat much after entering the dungeon, and the conditions for eating in the first two dungeons were not met.

Now he was so hungry that he felt like he could eat a cow, so Feng Lan simply put a small hot pot on the rattan table built by Huahua. It was bought in Central City and did not require electricity.

After adding water and hot pot base, Feng Lan felt that it was not enough, so she placed a barbecue pot next to it, put in marinated bacon, pork belly, steak, oyster mushrooms, a piece of fresh sea-caught giant octopus obtained from the ship copy, and picked out a sauce.

As usual, he used water magic to freeze a portion of soy milk, then cut a large watermelon. He kept half of it whole and froze it, so he could eat it with a spoon. He cut the other half into small pieces, so he could eat it now. The flesh was sandy and sweet, with not many seeds. Feng Lan took a bite with satisfaction.

It takes a while to start the hot pot, so put in some ingredients that take time to cook or can be cooked, such as potato slices, beef balls, fish balls, rice cakes, squid slices, pig intestines, tofu, konjac knots, sausages, and tribute vegetables...

After putting it in, the bacon in the baking tray had already fried and released a fragrant aroma. Feng Lan beat a sterilized egg on it, and the egg liquid quickly solidified on the bacon. At this time, he used his skill to scoop up the bacon, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his mouth. It tasted great!

Feng Lan took out Rongcheng rice, which is a replica of the skill. It has some defects in effect compared to the original, but the taste is copied one to one. It is very good to eat it alone, soft, sweet, and each grain is distinct.

The rice cooker quickly cooked the rice. At this time, Feng Lan was a little tired of eating barbecue, so she took a bite of the white rice that had just come out of the pot. Feng Lan no longer had to worry about burns, and the taste of barbecue in her mouth was suppressed at once.

Whether it was the sizzling barbecue or the hot pot, both smelled very strong, and Feng Lan didn't hide it either, so someone should be here soon.

Feng Lan dipped the beef rolls in the hot pot, coated them with sesame paste from the bowl, and put them into her mouth. Her expression was more exaggerated than when she first started eating, and her eyes were slightly narrowed.

The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment because of her comfort. The only sounds were the bubbling sound of the hot pot, the sizzling sound of the grilled meat in the barbecue plate, and the sound of Feng Lan chewing.

"Huh? Is there a piece of watermelon missing?"

Feng Lan lowered her head and finished a portion of squid slices, then reached out to take the sliced ​​watermelon. There were originally seven slices of watermelon, but now there were only six slices left.

A hint of smile flashed across Feng Lan's eyes, and he muttered, "Maybe I remembered it wrongly."