The temperature plummeted at night. Besides the special meals prepared for the injured, Ouyang eyed the pile of fresh ingredients on the ground and thought about the appetites of the brutes on their team...
It wasn't often they got such good ingredients. Ouyang made a snap decision: they were having spicy hot pot for dinner.
'Spicy hot pot. It's simple, convenient, and everyone can serve themselves. What a perfect dish. I don't even have to slave away with a spatula.'
A gentle night breeze drifted by, and the assertive aroma of the spicy hot pot soon dominated the entire camp. Even the people from the distant Abnormal Ability Research Institute grew noticeably restless, casting frequent glances in their direction.
However, some of them, priding themselves on being high-level intellectuals, still had their pride to consider. They couldn't bring themselves to publicly scramble for food in front of everyone.
But Liu Hao and the other soldier types clearly had no such reservations.
