Chapter 149

Team Captain, this...

Song Zhi's teammate beside him scratched his head, really couldn't understand Ye Heng's operation.

To their faces, they wouldn't utter vulgarities, but in their hearts they were cursing.

My mess kit's already out, you brat actually eating solo? Not even a drop of soup left?

What can we do? It's someone else's food; unwilling to share, it's not right to go scold them.

Song Zhi pressed his lips, gave the brothers a look, and himself awkwardly smiled at Ye Heng.

"Um, Brother Ye Heng, let's just each handle our own dinner."

He silently put his utensils behind him, but Ye Heng had already noticed their little move, then suddenly laughed hahaha and said:

"Made the brothers laugh, I really couldn't hold back just now and actually ate the whole self-heating hot pot in one go."

So that's called a self-heating hot pot…… Song Zhi's group couldn't help but recall in their hearts, confirming they'd never seen or heard of such a thing.

It's said that among the upper-class nobles there's a way of eating called hot pot, a delicacy passed down from the civilized era.

But now hardly any resources can satisfy that way of eating; Song Zhi and the others have never eaten hot pot.

Ye Heng then added:

"To be honest, this is my first time eating a self-heating hot pot too; I'm not very practiced, so I thought I'd first study my own portion."

Ye Heng's words left Song Zhi and the others with a bunch of question marks in their heads.

My own portion? Could there be others' portions?

At that moment, Ye Heng moved his mind and instantly took out a Large Box from his space, inside neatly stacked dozens of Self-Heating Hot Pot boxes.

In an instant, everyone was shocked to the extreme, widening their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

Even Zhang Chaoran and the others, who were mentally prepared, were somewhat shocked by this grand gesture.

They knew the goddess liked to drop lots of supplies for them, but such a huge food box appearing suddenly before them still left them feeling stunned.

As for Song Zhi and the others, their facial expressions at this moment were as exaggerated as possible.

"Am I seeing things? This this this, so much!"

"Team Captain, is Ye Heng really just a civilian?"

Numerous doubts left Song Zhi's group momentarily unsure how to evaluate Ye Heng.

Meanwhile, Ye Heng had already taken out different-flavored Self-Heating Hot Pots per person, then put the remaining hot pots and the big cardboard box back into his space.

Because he needed to control his mental power, he had torn off the outer packaging paper of these hot pots in advance, leaving Ye Heng sweating on his forehead as he pointed at the food boxes and said:

"One box each, pick according to your own taste; after distribution, I'll teach you how to eat it."

Only when Ye Heng clearly said that did Song Zhi's group finally confirm they also got a share, one each!

In an instant, those who had previously cursed Ye Heng in their hearts all blushed.

Song Zhi also silently scolded himself, thinking before the matter was clear that he considered himself selfless and dignified, having misjudged Ye Heng.

Actually, he was far more generous than he imagined.

Such food, even the nobles might not have seen it, yet Ye Heng is willing to give each person a bucket!

"Brother Ye Heng, all my myriad words are in this one 'brother'; being older than you by a few years, I dare to regard you as my younger brother; from now on, if you have any business, just come find me, older brother—I'll help you with anything I can!"

The next second, Song Zhi, quick-eyed and quick-handed, snatched a portion identical to the one Ye Heng had just eaten—a Self-Heating Hot Pot.

He loves spicy, and that spiciness just now was exactly to his taste!

After Ye Heng carefully taught the production procedure, everyone began to operate in imitation.

Until each person's Self-Heating Hot Pot box began to emit steam, they all exclaimed in amazement.

At this time, Ye Heng took out several bottles of functional drink and distributed one to each person.

The blue transparent drink looked very pretty, but nobody dared to drink it.

Ye Heng took the lead in sipping a mouthful, his eyes lighting up.

"Delicious! This is a functional drink, especially suitable for us who expend a lot of stamina."

Upon hearing that, Song Zhi and the others exchanged glances, then each curiously took a sip.

In an instant, exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

While marveling at Ye Heng producing so many precious resources from time to time, Song Zhi also pondered in his heart what kind of gain this trip could bring to Ye Heng and company.

They not only provided Self-Heating Hot Pots but also gave each person a bottle of miraculous little drink; they've really taken advantage of the bargain.

Song Zhi felt a bit embarrassed looking at Ye Heng.

"Brother, your generosity makes me a bit embarrassed; after we find supplies, you guys pick first."

Song Zhi is the team captain, so his words naturally meet no opposition.

Ye Heng, however, shook his head and spoke sincerely:

"Brother Song, please don't stand on ceremony with me; this little thing isn't much, but I also ought to apologize to you all for not bringing it out earlier for everyone to share."

Song Zhi hurriedly shook his head: "No no no, it's understandable; if it were me, I'd also be extra cautious—your doing this shows you have brains."

"By the way, brothers, do you usually eat like this at your refuge? How is it that your civilian life is more moist than ours upper-class?"

Song Zhi couldn't put down the little drink in his hand, so as they chatted he couldn't help but blurt out his honest thoughts.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate and hurriedly explained.

"I didn't mean that; I didn't say civilians are inferior to upper-class, I'm just used to seeing how hard civilian life is, so I got a bit curious."

Ye Heng waved his hand, unbothered, and said with a smile:

"Brother Song, you don't need to be so careful; we all understand that the civilian survival environment is inherently inferior to the upper-class, but our refuge counts as an exception."

"Oh? An exception?" Song Zhi became interested, and the rest perked up their ears.

Ye Heng paused, then didn't continue.

At this moment, Zhang Chaoran seized the opportunity and couldn't help but speak up:

The details can't be told to outsiders; in short, our Bi Hu Suo worships its own goddess, who grants living supplies to every member.

It's a pity, Team Captain Song, you're not from our Bi Hu Suo, so you can't receive the goddess's blessing.

Song Zhi and the others were stunned; "A goddess? How did you bring up this divine talk?"

At a loss for words, Song Zhi naturally didn't believe in the goddess story.

The only explanation is that Ye Heng's Bi Hu Suo indeed has some material basis, but they can't openly say where it comes from, so they attribute it all to a fabricated deity.

Seeing Song Zhi obviously not buying this, Ye Heng suddenly spoke up:

Brother Song, you just asked if we usually eat like this in our Bi Hu Suo? We normally don't.

We eat fresh vegetables and meat, all cooked with various seasonings—delicious and tasty.

For example, before setting out, I and my brothers had a good meal: stewed chicken with mushrooms, stir-fried eggs with chili, and each of us a bowl of rice.

After Ye Heng finished speaking, his eyes flashed as he turned the question back on Song Zhi.

Brother Song, what do you usually eat? I'm quite curious about your commoners' diet; compared to us, it must be much better, right?

Zhang Chaoran looked on eagerly at Captain Ye, as if wanting to stab Song Zhi in the chest over and over, unable to help but cover his forehead.

Who would have thought the team captain is also quite skilled at saying heart‑wrenching words.

Ordinary commoners, no matter what they eat, definitely can't eat as well as they do.

Captain Ye's question only made Song Zhi and the others feel that any sense of superiority as commoners was completely overturned.