Zheng Shiwu backed up the car again, "Stop, stop, stop!"

Crunch——

The off-road vehicle stopped suddenly and hit the door.

Just right.

The black hand pulled the door, but it didn't move at all.

The main hall door was held up by the butt of the off-road vehicle and was very stable.

Zheng Shiwu got out of the car and checked it and found that there was nothing wrong.

He said to the black hand: "Okay, you go to the car and get some wine. It's cold and warm."

"Sure." Black Hand's face was filled with joy.

This temple has only one small window, right at the back.

They checked there and found that the window was still made of aluminum alloy, so wall-climbing zombies shouldn't be able to get in.

Only this door has some hidden dangers.

But now that it is blocked, only powerful zombies can knock it away, or a large number of zombies can collide with it.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The black hand excitedly took out a plastic barrel of wine from the car.

The old wine found in the cellars of farmers around the northwest base was originally packed in pottery jars, but it broke too easily.

So they used this 10-liter plastic bucket.

Carrying a plastic bucket and two ear-mounted cups "Serving the People", I walked to the fire.

He sat down.

Duuludulu——

He poured two glasses of wine into two glasses and placed them next to the fire to bake.

Zheng Shiwu took over his previous position and slowly rotated the stick to fully roast the antelope.

"Old Zheng, how long do we have to bake? I'm already hungry." Blackhand put the gun on the ground and touched his stomach and said.

Zheng Shiwu glanced at his watch and said, "It will take at least another hour and a half."

"Holy shit!"

Black Hand's eyes widened, "We have already been baking for an hour, why should we bake it for so long?"

"There is no way. If you put a whole antelope on it and roast it, you still need to use an open fire. You can only bake it high and slowly, otherwise it won't taste good." Zheng Shiwu replied.

"Okay, okay. But I'm really hungry." Black Hand sighed.

Zheng Shiwu pointed at the off-road vehicle and said, "There are compressed biscuits in there, go and eat the cushion."

"No, I have to save my stomach for roast lamb!" Black Hand refused flatly.

Just kidding, why would you eat that when you can eat such delicious roast mutton?

For more than two months, he felt like vomiting after eating compressed biscuits.

It's okay to eat it once or twice, but if you eat it for dozens of days in a row, you'll get tired of it.

"Sprinkle some salt." Zheng Shiwu said to Black Hand.

Black Hand rummaged through the car and found a small bag. The salt in the bag was brought by them themselves.

After surviving for so many years in the apocalypse, it is a basic operation to carry some salt with you.

Sprinkle with salt.

Antelope meat becomes more fragrant.

The cold wind whipped around the beam like a wolf howling.

The bonfire crackled,

The firelight turned their faces red.

In this dim and swaying light, Zheng Shiwu was concentrating on flipping the antelope on the iron rod.

His hands skillfully turned the antelope meat on the fork. Under the roasting of the flames, the skin of the meat was slightly charred and sizzling. The oil droplets fell into the fire, causing small bursts of popping sounds.

The aroma is overflowing, the wild deliciousness intertwined with the sweetness of burning wood, making it mouth-watering.

The antelope meat is roasted until it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding an alluring aroma.

Zheng Shiwu's movements were skillful and calm. He held the wooden stick with his calloused palms to ensure that every part could be heated evenly.

Time passes gradually.

The two of them were in a daze, looking at each other without saying anything. There was only the crackling of the flames and the scent of antelope meat filling the air.

At this moment, they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with the world,

An indescribable connection has been established with this ancient and lonely temple, with this antelope that provides food, and even with this misty fire.

Half a moment.

Black Hand watched the wine placed next to the fire heat up, picked up the wine and handed it to Zheng Shiwu.

Zheng Shiwu took it and the two had a drink.

The old wine that had been buried under the ground for many years was warmed by the fire.

The wine went down the throat and then into the stomach.

The whole person exudes warmth from the inside out.

call--

"Comfortable." Black Hand moaned comfortably.

The two drank warm wine, occasionally clinking glasses, and didn't talk much.

Black Hand stared at the flames in a daze, his body feeling warm.

The cold wind howled outside, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

But they were very warm sitting next to the fire.

Moreover, there is roasted lamb and fine wine being grilled.

This moment is their happiest moment.

There is no better time than on a night when the wind is howling and the temperature is around freezing.

A friend is with you in a wild temple, roasting on the fire, with mutton on the fire, and the mutton is sizzling and fragrant.

Drinking good wine makes people feel happier!

It is rare to be able to enjoy a moment of nature and tranquility in a harsh environment.

An hour passed.

Zheng Shiwu glanced at his watch, it was half past eight.

It took two and a half hours to bake.

This wild antelope was roasted until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the golden fat was extremely attractive.

"Okay! Let's eat!" Zheng Shiwu said to Black Hand.

Black Hand, who had long been unable to hold back, immediately pulled out the dagger and wiped it on his body.

Cut off a large piece of meat and insert the tip of the knife into the piece of meat.

He took a big bite.

The rich fat, mixed with the rich smell of meat, made him close his eyes happily.

When you swallow this mouthful of meat, your body's fatigue has been dispelled by this hot food.

The two of them ate without caring about their image, chewing every bite vigorously, enjoying the long-lost feeling of fullness.

The aroma of mutton spreads between the lips and teeth, and every drop of fat is like nectar nourishing the dry land.

Their eyes became blurred under the temptation of mutton, as if all that was left in the world was the mutton in their hands and the act of swallowing.

The corners of their mouths were covered with oil, and their faces were full of satisfaction.

Although they were in a ruined temple, this moment was a paradise-like enjoyment for them.

"Come on, let's go!" Black Hand smiled and raised the cup.

clang--

The two clinked glasses and drank half of the glass in large gulps.

Eat big mouthfuls of meat and drink big bowls of wine.

On such a night, the two seemed like good friends who had known each other for many years.

drink wine!
To be continued...