Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Chapter 352 A Simple Meal

"Huh? There's a strange smell here." Qingluo wrinkled her small nose, sniffed hard in the room, and couldn't help muttering.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she looked around with disgust, as if trying to find the source of the strange smell.

"There is a smell, let's clean it up." Wang Zhan also smelled the pungent smell, raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and then walked to the corner of the room without hesitation and picked up the worn broom.

He gripped the broom handle tightly and swept vigorously away the pile of debris on the ground.

As the broom was waved, the dust on the ground was blown up and instantly spread in the air, forming a gray dust mist.

Wang Zhan was choked by the raised dust and coughed repeatedly. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands while coughing, but the dust still got into his nasal cavity and throat, making him very uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Qingluo hurriedly looked around the house for cleaning tools.

After a while, she found a piece of tattered cloth, which was full of patches and had turned gray in color.

She carefully took the cloth and gently wiped the edge of the table, not missing any tiny corner.

Then she squatted down again and carefully wiped the legs of the chair, making every place clean, as if she wanted to wipe away all the dust that had accumulated over the years.

After some hard work, the originally shabby room finally looked brand new.

The debris on the floor was swept away, the tables and chairs were wiped clean, and the whole room looked much cleaner and tidier than before.

Although the worn-out bed was a bit old, after a careful inspection, I found that the bed board was quite sturdy and there was no major problem.

"Finally finished cleaning, but I'm so tired." Qingluo straightened up, gently patted her back, and a tired but satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Wang Zhan also put down the broom in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Yes, the room is much cleaner now. We are hungry too, let's go eat something."

It just so happened that there was still some food that the old village chief had given them, enough for the two of them to eat.

They planned to make a fire and cook, and originally wanted to cook in the kitchen. After all, the kitchen had a ready-made stove, which would be much more convenient to use.

However, when they reached the door, they found that it was so dark outside that they couldn't see their hands in front of them.

This is a valley with low terrain and surrounded by mountains, so the place is already shrouded in darkness before the sun has completely set.

The valley was filled with a thick fog, making it impossible to see the road, so they had to give up the idea of ​​going to the kitchen to cook.

"It seems that I can only make a fire and cook next to the small house." Wang Zhan sighed helplessly, and then began to look around for materials for making a fire.

He picked up some dry branches and leaves from the firewood pile next to the house, and found a few stones, intending to build a simple fire-making tool.

He first used stones to form a circle on the ground, then carefully placed branches and leaves in the circle, then condensed a small gas bomb from the palm of his hand and threw it into the circle. A small explosion occurred instantly, and flames were produced.

Wang Zhan slowly squatted down and gently threw a lot of dry branches and leaves that had been prepared long ago into the flames in the circle. Wang Zhan pursed his lips slightly and blew carefully at the weak flames.

Every time he blew, he controlled the strength, fearing that he would blow out the flame with too much force, and also worried that he would not blow out the flame with enough force and make it spread.

The weak flame swayed gently for a few times as he blew on it, and then slowly, as if injected with new vitality, it began to grow bigger and bigger, burning more and more vigorously.

The flames danced wildly among the branches and leaves, making crackling sounds.

Finally, with Wang Zhan's unremitting efforts, a blazing bonfire was successfully lit.

Under the warm firelight, Wang Zhan's figure appeared particularly tall.

He looked around and acted quickly, relying on his experience in survival in the wild to start making a simple fire-making tool.

He looked around for suitable materials and soon found several stones of different shapes.

He carefully arranged the stones into a simple stand, and then placed the tripod he had prepared earlier firmly on it.

The blazing flames danced happily in the darkness, making crackling sounds. Wang Zhan's face was covered with dust and sweat, but his tired expression revealed a hint of relief.

Wang Zhan reached out and picked up the water bag next to him. The bag was heavy because it was filled with water.

He squeezed the water bag hard, and soon the water in the bag flowed into the cauldron.

The water splashed in the tripod, creating small splashes and making crisp sounds.

There were noodles in the food given by the old village chief, so they decided to boil water and cook noodles to fill their stomachs.

Time passed quietly in the blazing flames and crackling sounds.

Soon, the water in the cauldron began to churn, and white steam rose like a veil.

Wang Zhan carefully put a handful of noodles into the boiling water, and the noodles quickly spread out in the water.

He took out a few cabbage leaves from the package next to him, and gently placed them into the cauldron. The cabbage leaves quickly stretched out in the water. Then, he cracked a few eggs, quickly spread them in the water, and soon solidified into fresh and tender egg flowers.

Finally, he sprinkled a pinch of salt, which quickly dissolved in the water, adding a light salty flavor to the bowl of noodles.

In a short time, a simple bowl of noodles is ready.

Although this bowl of noodles was not as luxurious as delicacies from land and sea, nor was it presented in an exquisite manner, it was incredibly delicious for the two hungry people.

However, they faced an embarrassing problem - they had no bowls in their hands.

However, they found a few chopsticks in the room.

They could only eat the noodles from the pot with chopsticks.

Wang Zhan and Qing Luo looked at each other in silence, each holding chopsticks and clumsily picking up noodles from the pot.

The noodles were slippery and soft, and not easy to pick up. Sometimes, after finally picking up a big mouthful, a few noodles would slip back into the pot before they even reached my mouth.

Their actions seemed a bit funny and very embarrassing to watch.

But at this moment, how could they care about these things? Hunger was like a ferocious beast, roaring in their stomachs.

In this pitch-black valley, the cold wind was howling like the roar of ferocious beasts.

The two of them were already starving. The steaming noodles in front of them exuded an enticing aroma. The white noodles were soaked in a rich and mellow soup, with a few green vegetable leaves and eggs floating on top.

They didn't care that the noodles were still hot and just gobbled them up.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and stuffed handfuls of noodles into their mouths. Their tongues were numb from the heat, but they were too hungry to care.

The "hissing" sound of slurping noodles and the occasional gasp from being burned were intertwined.

In a short while, the noodles in the originally full pot were eaten up, and the delicious soup was also drunk up without a drop left, leaving only a little egg drop and vegetable chopped pieces on the inner wall of the pot.

After finishing the noodles, they dragged their exhausted bodies and staggered to the campfire, where they sat down and leaned there as if they were falling apart.

Wang Zhan felt the warm firelight, and his tired body gradually relaxed.

The muscles that had been tense all day slowly relaxed, and the originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a comfortable expression appeared on his face.