Apocalypse Cockroach
Chapter 701 194 Eating Fish Meat · Drinking Fish Soup 5/5 More
The whole camp boiled down, the street entrance center burned a bear campfire, huge bonfires erupted several meters high, lit a huge area, the scorching air waves roasted the people walking on the street, a camp staff swam the street with loudspeakers, constantly yelling:
“All the monsters in the lake have been killed, go and help... and there will be meat..."
The phrase was repeatedly roared out, men and women with horns burned with sweat, sweat soaked with sweat, too many words shouted in their throats, their voices began to dry mulberry, their speech was dull with sand, the look on their faces was even joyful, and their eyebrows filled with pride.
A poor or civilian takes to the streets and asks them in doubt. They also try to answer them. There are too many people who are helpless to ask. They cannot answer them. Quite simply some people continue to cry out and some speak to the sea. The theme is that the camp destroys the monsters in the lake and piles up the dead big fish.
The crowd will doubt, but they will not be prevented from watching the bustle. Why not have a bonfire party? Huge campfires lit up on the streets, with a campfire lined up, stretched out into a long line, at the end of which was the fence near the lakeside camp, where there was a large blank area, and the registration point was there.
The crowd went along the campfire there, and just as soon as they got there, they were frightened. A huge fishtail was hung on a four-metre high wall, and the big fishtail was so huge, it was hung over the wall to cover the wall, not to mention, and it was above the wall boss, and the fin spurs like bamboo were so sharp, and the fin spurs between the fins were so dense.
People greedily look at that giant tail, though it's just a tail fin hanging on the wall, and it doesn't stop them from fantasizing about how big the real fish is and how much flesh they have.
Then the crowd was attracted by the smell of fish in the air. It was the smell of fish meat. Where is the wall arranged dozens of large pots, the pot boiled rolling off the water, and the water was filled with oil and flowers. Under the illumination of the flame, a slight flash of reflection, a piece of fish flesh rolled in the pot, each piece of fish weighed more than two or two, a large pot was dozens of kilos, how many large pots would it be?
Zhang Huaianshee was not allowed to put the crusty smell of the ingredients in the pot. He boiled it in white water and added a little salt. After the fish had cooked, the scent could not hold the crunchy smell. It was all over the place. Survivors who had not seen the crunchy smell in a long time did not mind. They smelled intense fishy smell and quickly secreted saliva in their mouths.
“If you want to work, go get a bowl of meat, eat and work for me all night. If you don't want to work, go home..."
Zhang Huai 'an stood beside a large fishtail, beside him was a wire post, with a kilowatt shooting light on top of his head, Zhang Huai 'an's photographed fiber appeared, Zhang Huai 'an was comfortable with his hair, wearing a black base silver dragon pattern flower shirt, the oil was shining on his big back, probably some glasses under a kilowatt of shooting light, he was here in the middle of the night with sunglasses, standing at the wall looking down to the crowd, in front of him, there was also a microphone, and the microphone hung on the wall with two huge speakers.
Zhang Huai 'an was proud of the publisher's orders above, only that others could not hear it, how loud the voice should be. In fact, he was worried that all the people who installed the audio equipment were professionals. Above, he could spread the whole gathering place without talking, even farting.
When they see the tail of a big fish, the people who keep coming show their faces of surprise and greed. They've been suffering from hunger for too long, they don't think about how powerful the big fish will be, they just think about how much meat the big fish will have.
When they see pots, fish meat, and smells in the air, long forgotten smells of fish meat pour into their minds, as if their favorite food before the end of their lives was fish meat, even if some people in the crowd never had a cold in fish meat before the end of their lives, they were particularly averse to the smell of fish, and here they smelled just fragrant, and in their hearts they were sure that they liked fish before the end of their lives, even though they didn't know exactly what the smell of fish meat was, they didn't prevent them from overlapping the best food they had ever eaten with the fish meat in front of them.
Zhang Huai 'an told the people below to eat at the big pot first, then work. The people below did not have the self-esteem of Qi people. Together, they shook up the whole camp cheers, whether it was men or women moving together to squeeze in front of the big pot.
“Tata Tata...”
Heavy machine guns mounted on the walls flashed a little light towards the bright night sky, swaying like stars running on the moon, disappearing into the dark screen in the distance. When the long tongue of fire faded from the gun mouth and the gunfire was still echoing in the ears of the crowd, the crowd stood together and looked up at Zhang Huai 'an, slugging his bag on the wall.
“Quality... Quality know? Line up... no line up, no eating..."
There are no queues anywhere except at the train station, miraculously arranged into ten rows of columns, each of which must take no longer than the long-trained soldiers. In anticipation of this miracle under the eyes, Zhang Huaian dropped his chin.
The crowd is well organized, orderly, without whispering, without turning to each other, without even looking to the right, they just focus on the big pot in front of them, silently counting the number of people standing in front of them, even counting the time it takes for each traveler to receive food, then aggregating the time and getting the time it takes for their turn.
With the probability of time, they are reassured to line up, reassured to count seconds, calculating any unexpectedly prolonged or reduced time, at which point everyone can count their time to seconds.
There are previous people to demonstrate. There is no need for those who come later to say one more word, just follow the line, just like before the end of the life, line up in front of the supermarket to buy special offers.
The people in front are happy, because soon it's their turn to eat fish meat and fish soup, and the people in the middle are happy, because they come earlier than the people in the back, and they can eat first, and the people in the back are happy, because they've been there, no matter how much is left, at least one hot, rolling fish soup is indispensable, and compared to those who hesitate or don't believe at all, they can have a mouthful of spraying fish soup this night, warming up the night.
The person who got the fish soup chewed up the fish meat in three or two bites, drank the fish soup, returned to the bowl, walked forward, not unwilling to taste it finely, the front began to urge, to treat the fish meat before the fish deteriorated.
Still ahead is a pile of bright bonfires, looking at those that illuminate the road, and seeing a thick wood inside an adult thigh, which many people regret, these are the rare good building materials in the gathering place, so white to burn ash, it really hurts.