Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

The entrance to the command center was packed with people, men and women, young and old, all with bloodshot eyes.

"Secretary Liu, when are we leaving? Let's bring Dr. Su back as soon as possible!"

"Dr. Su is freezing outside, we have to go right away!"

Looking at the group of people, Liu Shuqing felt a mix of sadness and warmth in his heart. He didn't bother to ponder why the village was spreading rumors that Su Wanqing was "dead," assuming everyone was just anxiously searching for her. He looked up at the sky and called out, "In another hour, it will be noon. The temperature will rise a bit, and the hail will definitely be smaller! Let's set off together then!"

He paused, then shouted, "Now, everyone fill your hot water bottles, drink plenty of ginger soup, and don't catch a cold on the way! Anyone who gets sick from the cold will only cause more trouble!"

"good!"

……

Su Wanqing had no idea that she was "dead," let alone that a third of the entire group was preparing to "collect her body."

She was incredibly bored in the shelter.

The work in the space was all done long ago—the animals that needed to be fed were fed, the animals that needed to be cleaned up were cleaned up, and the animals that needed to poop were pooped up. But in this confined little space, she couldn't hide inside to steal food; she could only eat openly.

Who told her to get hungry so quickly?

But it felt awkward for one person to eat so much, since everyone was out working. Su Wanqing thought for a moment and decided to cook more so everyone could eat together!

She asked Zhou Yanshen to find a flat stone slab and heat it over a fire. She then sliced ​​the pork belly into thin pieces and laid them on the slab—with a sizzle, oil splattered everywhere, and the aroma immediately filled the air.

They then used twigs to make skewers, skewering soaked dried vegetables, dried wood ear mushrooms, and dried mushrooms. Slices of pork belly were wrapped around the dried vegetables, with a piece of pork rib and a piece of vegetable neatly arranged. They sprinkled on cumin, chili powder, and salt, then grilled them on a stone slab until they sizzled and turned golden brown and fragrant.

The dough was kneaded, spread into thin pancakes, and baked until both sides were slightly golden brown. The grilled skewers were rolled into the pancakes, and with one bite, the meat juices mixed with the aroma of vegetables, the pancake crust soft and chewy, so delicious that you would want to swallow your tongue.

When everyone returned after finishing their work, the entire shelter was filled with the aroma of barbecue. In front of Su Wanqing was a large stack of grilled meat skewers and wraps, glistening with oil and sizzling hot.

"Come on, everyone, come and eat! I made so many!" she called out, taking a big bite of a tortilla herself.

Aunt Zhang, Li Laowu's wife, Wang the educated youth, and Old Man Wu—none of them bothered with formalities and started eating as soon as they grabbed some. The pork belly was roasted until it was charred and fragrant, the dried vegetables were soaked with meat juices, and the chili powder was so spicy that they kept slurping it up but couldn't stop eating.

"It smells amazing! It smells so damn good!"

"Dr. Su, your skills are amazing!"

"I've never eaten such delicious skewers in my entire life!"

"Dr. Su, thank goodness you brought so much good food with you, otherwise we would have starved to death."

"Yeah yeah!"

Zhou Yanshen sat next to his wife, took the rolled pancake she handed him, and ate it in big bites with a smile on his lips.

……

Qin Xiao drove his big truck, searching along the fork in the road between the 65th and 66th Regiments.

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep; he hadn't slept all night and was completely exhausted. He didn't dare think about what he would do if he couldn't find the person; he just scanned both sides of the road inch by inch.

No.

There was nothing there.

The blizzard flattened everything.

Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance.

The aroma of barbecue.

Qin Xiao was stunned, thinking he was hallucinating from hunger. But the aroma grew stronger, mixed with the scent of cumin and chili powder. He looked in the direction of the aroma—smoke was rising from a ravine at the foot of a distant hillside.

His heart skipped a beat, and he told the driver to floor the accelerator. The truck wobbled and sped past.

A tractor overturned! Still smoking! Did it... spontaneously combust? Did the tractor run over someone?

Qin Xiao's mind went blank, and his vision went black. He seemed to see his brothers' and sisters-in-law's mangled corpses, and the unborn child in his sister-in-law's womb...

The aroma of caramelized meat is actually...

"No--"

He couldn't believe it! He was starving and dizzy, and this wonderful aroma...it was them! He deserved to die, he was a beast! He was worse than a pig or a dog!

He jumped off the car, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the hail-covered ground, tears and snot streaming down his face. His mother staggered over to him.

"Brothers!! Sisters-in-law, I'm so sorry! Ahhh!"

He frantically crawled forward, following a strange path that seemed to have been cleared out. But he didn't think much about it; his mind was filled with the gruesome image of the entire carload of dead people. They had been burning all night... they must be cooked through.

But when he climbed in, he was stunned.

His snot and drool had frozen solid, and he just stared blankly at it.

Around the campfire, a group of people sat, clutching greasy rolled pancakes, their mouths smeared with oil. His good friend Zhou Yanshen had his arm around his wife's shoulder, gently wiping the oil from the corners of her mouth, while he himself had a big mouthful of meat.

The aroma of the meat was irresistible, and it was steaming hot.

Three huge question marks slowly appeared in Qin Xiao's mind:

???

Qin Xiao stared blankly at the scene before him, then slapped himself hard across the face.

With a sharp "smack," a burning pain shot through his face. He gasped and rubbed his eyes—the scene before him remained unchanged: a group of people were feasting around a campfire, the aroma of meat filling the air.

"No...it's not a hallucination?"

Zhou Yanshen had already sensed someone approaching and his hand was already on the dagger at his waist. When he saw that it was Qin Xiao who had scrambled in, he was stunned—what happened to Brother Qin? His face was covered in snot and tears, and he looked as disheveled as if he had just crawled out of an ice cellar.

Su Wanqing and the others were also stunned. Aunt Zhang thought some wild animal had broken in, and grabbed a fire poker to rush forward, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was a living person.

Su Wanqing recognized the person and immediately grabbed two hot wraps to greet him: "Brother Qin? What brings you here? Quick, quick, eat something to warm yourself up!"

Zhou Yanshen quickly stepped forward to support the staggering Qin Xiao. Seeing his condition, his heart tightened: "Brother Qin, how did you find me? It's hailing outside! Sit down and warm up, tell me slowly. Why... are you crying like this?"

He knew that Qin Xiao had come to rescue them. He was touched but also curious about how Qin Xiao had found their way here.

Qin Xiao's feelings at this moment were indescribably complicated. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind—he had even considered the worst of them, but he had never thought of this one: a whole carload of people who should have died were now holed up in this small shelter, eating and drinking well, their faces shiny with oil, living a carefree life!

He asked again, incredulously, "You...you're all alive?"

Aunt Zhang was displeased upon hearing this, and scoffed, "Hmph, we eat meat while we're alive, do you think we can eat it after we're dead?"