Chapter 643 - 308: Pincer Attack_2
This thing isn’t much good, it just frees up the driver’s job to some extent, better than nothing.
Today’s dinner was noodles, and it was rich with ingredients, containing meat and greens. Because Hong Yi was working, today’s chef was Qinglang. The taste was okay, but it couldn’t compare to Hong Yi’s skill. Qinglang’s life skill was nutrition expert, and a pot of noodles became 25% more nourishing, which was quite satisfying for everyone.
When people are full, blood flows to the stomach to aid in digestion, causing a groggy feeling in the brain and making them sleepy. There’s some sense to being called good-for-nothing after a meal.
Lin Wu, who had only rested for a few hours during the day, fell asleep almost immediately after lying down. He slept on the floor of the dormitory carriage. In Town 10, they had acquired a large amount of bedding and blankets, which were laid on the floor. There was no concern for hygiene issues, and it was quite comfortable to sleep on.
The makeshift kitchen was also part of the dormitory carriage, and the noise from everyone cleaning up did not disturb Lin Wu, showing just how exhausted he truly was. It was a quiet night, and when Lin Wu woke up in the early morning, he could smell the fragrance of the white rice porridge that Hong Yi was cooking. Sitting up, he spoke with Hong Yi, who was by his side making porridge. She handed Lin Wu a jar that contained the pickles she had marinated for two days. He ate and nodded repeatedly; it was the perfect accompaniment to white rice porridge.
Soon after, another shift’s Maya and Qinglang also woke up from their slumber, sitting on the bedding on the floor, as if they were still half asleep. Qinglang pointed at the pot, and Hong Yi scooped some broth for her. Qinglang drank it all in one go, then jumped around on the spot because it was so hot.
Maya opened the window, and a slightly chilly breath of fresh air rushed in. The train was running along the side of a road, with fields of rapeseed blossoms on both sides of the road and the tracks. Maya leaned against the window, gazing at the distant blue sky and mountains in a daze.
But the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sound of a gunshot.
"What?"
Everyone scrambled to grab their weapons. Qinglang looked outside the window, "A jeep, with gunmen!" No sooner had he finished speaking than the glass above his head was shattered.