Today's dinner was quite meager.

No one was cooking for him, so he had to do it himself.

Chen Ye found a camping pot from the back of the truck.

This pot was Chen Ye's earliest one, often used to cook instant noodles in the past.

After everyone started cooking together later, Chen Ye hadn't used this pot again.

He just never expected there would be a day he'd need it again.

This time, after leaving Oasis, the convoy had obtained quite a lot of supplies.

According to the convoy's rules, the principle of 'whoever contributes gets the harvest' applied.

In the No-Rules Race, first and second place both went to the Fair Convoy.

Therefore, everyone received a large share of supplies.

Even Xu Lina and Bald Old Li got their fair share.

Later, at the hot spring hill, Chu Che distributed these supplies into everyone's hands.

These supplies were stored inside the Monster Pickup Truck's cargo area.

Besides taking some for the communal small kitchen, the rest of the supplies were usually kept on everyone's respective vehicles.

The reason they didn't pool all supplies together.

Was precisely to prevent a situation where if someone got separated, their vehicle wouldn't be left with nothing.

Previously, when everyone escaped from Rong City, they had experienced the convoy getting scattered.

The accumulated empty water bottles also hadn't been thrown away.

While in Oasis, Chen Ye and Chu Che didn't have much confidence in the place, so Chen Ye had filled all these bottles with water.

Actually, these mineral water bottles or beverage bottles were also very sought-after supplies.

Previously in Oasis, they had seen people selling these kinds of beverage bottles or mineral water bottles.

And the prices weren't low either.

Chen Ye picked up a mineral water bottle. The transparent bottle contained water collected from Oasis.

He grabbed a handful of white rice with his hand and put it into the pot.

Then he poured some mineral water into it.

It had to be said, rice that wasn't expired was truly comforting to look at.

These white grains of rice were, in Chen Ye's eyes, the most precious treasure.

As for washing the rice or anything like that.

Such a wasteful use of water was out of the question.

Anyway, with a Superhuman's physique, ordinary circumstances wouldn't kill a person from eating it.

Chen Ye wasn't sure how long he'd be staying here.

From now on, every little bit of supplies had to be used sparingly.

He pressed his thumb against the first joint of his index finger and poked it into the camping pot.

Until the water covered the first joint of his index finger.

Feeling it was about right, Chen Ye then fished out a sausage and a bag of pickled mustard tuber from the bag beside him.

He tore open the sausage casing and tossed the whole sausage directly into the pot.

And that bag of pickled mustard tuber...

Chen Ye naturally couldn't bear to throw the entire bag into the pot.

He originally only poured a little bit into the pot.

After thinking for a moment, he added a few more pieces.

Thinking again, Chen Ye took out a bit of soy sauce and poured a little into the pot.

Seeing there was also a bottle of sesame oil.

Hmm...

Chen Ye added a little sesame oil too.

Seeing there were actually some potatoes.

These potatoes were part of the earlier distribution.

Just not many in quantity.

Chen Ye thought for a moment, directly grabbed a potato, drew Hatred from behind his waist, and with a few swift movements, peeled the potato's skin.

He then cut the potato into chunks and finally threw them into the pot.

Seeing there was lettuce...

Hmm...

He cut half a stalk, peeled it, and threw the whole piece directly into the pot.

If you asked what cuisine Chen Ye was making.

Hmm...

If you said Sichuan cuisine, brothers from the Sichuan-Chongqing region would probably jump up and curse.

If you said Cantonese cuisine, some brothers would probably come at you with knives.

You could only call it a random stew.

Brothers from Northeast China definitely wouldn't agree.

So it was Chen Ye's Random Stew.

Surely no one could object to that.

Chen Ye had always been bad at cooking for a reason.

The reason was, every time he cooked, Chen Ye couldn't remember how he did it the last time.

He basically put in whatever came to mind.

Actually, there were many such 'geniuses' even before the apocalypse, basically spread across the country and abroad.

As for what flavor this meal would turn out to be.

Chen Ye didn't know either.

In the current situation, as long as it didn't starve him to death, it was fine.

And there were very important things to do after eating.

Before putting the lid on.

Chen Ye hesitated.

He hesitated again.

With so many ingredients, that little bit of water probably wasn't enough.

So, Chen Ye added a bit more water...

Only then did he put the lid on the camping pot and fasten the safety latch.

As for the issue of making fire.

The Portable Gas Stove he had been using before was still there, but it had long run out of gas canisters.

Chen Ye looked at the ground outside the truck, covered with a full layer of fallen leaves.

He reached out, grabbed Hatred, lifted his hand, and Hatred flew out, directly piercing into the leaf layer, scooping up a large pile of leaves that flew back.

If someone else had a Wonder with a serial number under two thousand.

They'd probably want to enshrine it as a treasure every day.

But in Chen Ye's hands, Hatred had done almost every kind of rough work imaginable.

It could meet enemies on the battlefield above, and skin animals and debone them below.

There was almost no job Hatred hadn't done.

Tonight, Chen Ye planned to use these fallen leaves as fuel.

He looked left and right but couldn't find anything suitable to make an earthen stove.

Chen Ye again turned his attention to Hatred.

The willow branch passed through a protrusion on the truck's roof, directly suspending the camping pot, forming a simple hanging pot.

Then below it was the pile of leaves.

When the orange-red flames ignited, Chen Ye felt a slight sense of comfort.

That's right, Chen Ye's hanging pot was inside the vehicle, and the orange-red flames were burning inside the truck.

Fortunately, the Monster Pickup Truck was originally much larger than an ordinary vehicle.

When designing it this way initially, Chen Ye had thought of using the Monster Pickup Truck as a mobile living base.

Plus, the doors had long been gone, so ventilation wasn't an issue.

It was certainly better than getting out of the vehicle now to find a place to cook.

Chu Che had repeatedly emphasized not to get out of the vehicles.

The two people swallowed by the leaf layer earlier still hadn't had their bodies found to this day.

Chen Ye had no intention of testing this forest's Anomalies.

Looking at the orange-red flames, Chen Ye suddenly remembered a question.

Since it could be lit, then wouldn't that mean...

It's the apocalypse now, who the hell cares about arson charges?

Maybe a big fire could break through their current predicament!

Thinking it, he acted on it.

Chen Ye directly used Smoke Breath to roll up some sparks and fling them at the leaf layer outside.

The little sparks did ignite some leaves.

But these ignited leaves didn't develop into a raging inferno.

Then, as if lacking oxygen, they slowly extinguished.

Seeing this situation, Chen Ye abandoned the idea of setting this sea of trees ablaze.

As for why they extinguished, what caused it.

Chen Ye had zero interest.

Those little tentacles that had previously been persistently trying to reattach the doors.

After experiencing several failed attempts.

These little tentacles were clearly all feeling discouraged.

Several doors ultimately couldn't bear the strain and, like the door Chen Ye had failed to repair earlier, had their hinges break, falling right off the truck.

After the tentacles collected these doors and placed them on the back seat, they all retracted.

As if deeply hurt, they hid in some unknown corner of the Monster Pickup Truck.

No matter what Chen Ye said.

The Little Monster just wouldn't come out.

It wouldn't even let Chen Ye see a single tentacle.

Clearly heartbroken...

Chen Ye couldn't be bothered to care about this Little Monster's feelings.

He glanced at the upgrade countdown.

There were actually still over twenty-two hours left.

Chen Ye just felt time was dragging unbearably.

Feeling the cooking time was about right.

Chen Ye's Random Stew was about to make a dazzling debut.