Chapter 69: Stir-fried mice with cabbage

The temptation to be able to eat fresh vegetables made these SWAT members

quicken their pace and rushed to the canteen as if on a real run.

The scent of long-lost food filled the air, and the swarms of SWAT members who

rushed into the cafeteria like swarms couldn't help swallowing.

It's been a long time since they smelled such a tempting fragrance. Although

the taste and texture of self-heating food are decent, how can self-heating

food compare to the freshness of fresh food!

In the canteen, the master took up the frying spoon for a long time, and a

large tray was placed on the counter. Although due to limited materials and

conditions, only an induction cooker and a small wok can be used, the master

still strives to make a large pot of fragrant dishes. , Is being loaded from

the wok into the tray.

In fact, when the master cooks, the seasoning and other auxiliary materials

are already very scarce. All he can put in is oil and salt. But even so, the

fresh flavor of fresh food is still very attractive.

Smelling the tangy fragrance and looking at the attractive dishes in front of

them, everyone couldn't help it.

rushed to the counter, looked at the dishes that the master put on the tray,

swallowed frantically, and asked the master: "Master, what dishes are you

today?"

"Cabbage stir-fried rat meat! Fresh cabbage plus fresh rat meat!" The master

seems to be afraid that these special police members are worried that the rats

are not clean, and specially emphasized: "Don't worry, I will wash and peel

each of these rats. If it’s gone, it’s guaranteed that there is no dirt or

odor, and it tastes like chicken."

Of course, rat meat cannot be regarded as a serious ingredient. For the

master, if it is before the disaster, who would dare to use a rat to make him

a dish, it would be an insult to him, allowing him to pick up a kitchen knife

and make the other person into a dish. .

But now it’s the end of the world. I don’t even mention pork, beef, and

mutton, and even put it to the next level. Chicken, duck and fish have become

very rare.

Chickens and ducks may still be seen, but the fish have basically disappeared,

even if the city is next to Yunmengze, which was originally the land of fish

and rice in Dongting.

Although there is a large-scale reform-through-labor farm in this city, in

this situation, the output of agricultural and sideline products can no longer

be expected. The situation on the reform-through-labor farm is even worse than

that in the urban area.

So the mouse that was originally rejected has now become a good meat.

Of course, the special police team members also know the situation, and

naturally they will not dislike the master making rat meat for them. However,

the taste of the cabbage-fried rat meat dish still makes the special police

team members a little nervous.

Although rats and mushrooms have been eaten in the refuge, the SWAT team has

sufficient supplies. They have eaten self-heating food for the past two

months. They have not tasted rat meat, so they are a little afraid.

But the temptation of not eating fresh food for two months still made these

SWAT team members use their appetite to overcome the little resistance in

their hearts.

"Master, give me one first! A little more food!" A SWAT member couldn't help

but took a dinner plate from the side and handed it to the master.

The master happily scooped up a spoonful of cabbage stir-fried rat meat, and

then buckled it on the dinner plate. He said to the special police member:

"There are so many dishes. If you give you more, others will not lose! Also,

wash your hands before eating!"

"Hahaha! Did you hear that, go and wash your hands!" The other SWAT team

members burst into laughter.

Qin Lan felt everyone's lively atmosphere, and her face couldn't help showing

a smile. Since the disaster struck, everyone hasn't been so lively and happy

for a long time.

This made her happy too, stepped forward, lined up and waited for the dishes

with everyone.

Qin Lan feels that whether the food is delicious at this time is of secondary

importance. It is the most important thing for everyone to be so happy.

"It looks like the meal is worth it." In the corner of the canteen, Uncle Ding

and another man in police uniform looked at the rare lively atmosphere in

front of them, and smiles appeared on their faces.

"It's really worth it. In the previous two months, the atmosphere was too

depressing, and the morale in the team was also very low. Now that everyone

can be happy, I can do a lot of work as a political commissar." Uncle Ding sat

beside him. It was the political commissar of the SWAT team. The low morale

and depressed atmosphere of the SWAT team had worried him for a long time.

When the political commissar said so, Uncle Ding felt the same way.

As far as the SWAT team is concerned, personnel training and weaponry are the

top priorities, but morale cannot be ignored.

If a person is in a state of depression and tension for a long time, the

person's emotions will collapse.

And no one can imagine what kind of extreme behavior a person with emotional

breakdown would make, especially this person is a special police officer who

has received professional training and has a weapon in his hand.

"In this case, do you think the political commissar can settle the matter of

trading supplies with that private refuge?" Ding Shu asked the political

commissar. Although this matter can be settled as the captain, he still has to

ask for it. The political commissar agreed: "Or should the party group hold

another meeting?"

The political commissar pondered for a while, and UU read www.uukanshu.com

nodded and said: "In principle, I agree with this matter, but I'll have to do

it again at the party group meeting. The more it is at this time, the less it

can be said. Lest people gossip."

Although it is now the end of the world, the state order and government

institutions are still functioning normally. The procedure should be repeated

again.

Seeing the political commissar said so, Uncle Ding had no opinion. He knew

that even if he went to the party group meeting, the matter would still pass.

Having said this topic, the political commissar suddenly asked Ding Shu:

"Speaking of which equipment did Lao Li go to ** today? So many people are

going to be dispatched."

"It is the oxygen production equipment allocated to each shelter. Before the

disaster, scientists had predicted that humans would face hypoxia after the

meteorite hits." Uncle Ding had seen the information sent by the city

government and knew about this matter. Some internal information: "This matter

is still confidential, don't talk outside."

"Don't worry, I know the severity." The political commissar also nodded

solemnly. He knew that if this matter was known to ordinary people in the

shelter, it would inevitably cause panic and even riots.

However, while understanding the importance of the matter, the political

commissar was also somewhat curious and concerned: "Said it is allocated to

each shelter, then our police station has it?"

"It's been assigned, and it's being installed now." As the captain of the

special police team, Uncle Ding naturally knew about this. He explained to the

political commissar: "The whole set of equipment is installed in the central

room of the previously reserved air circulation duct. "

"It was originally used to install this? I said how to reserve such a large

room and do it like a pool." The political commissar suddenly realized, and

finally understood what exactly the place reserved in the refuge was for. Up.