When Jiang Chen and the group returned to the military outpost, the cooks were beginning to clean up the cooking pots.
The logistics personnel saw that the general had come back and immediately greeted him, asking if they should fire up the pots again.
But Jiang Chen rejected his good intention and took Sun Xiaorou to the direction of the general room.
"The day before yesterday was pizza, yesterday was spaghetti, what are we going to eat today?" On the way back, Sun Xiaorou had a smile on her face while she said happily with a finger on her lips.
It was a lavish problem for the people of the wasteland.
"What about seafood fried rice?"
Although fried rice doesn't taste too great after reheating, Jiang Chen wanted rice.
"Eh, noooo. I still want to eat pizza." Sun Xiaorou hugged Jiang Chen's arm and used her innocent eyes to stare at Jiang Chen, a common tactic she used.
