"Damned fuckers!"
The cook threw down his spoon and was about to enter the tent.
Song Heping quickly stopped him.
"Forget it, don't be rash, I'll go have a look first."
He knew that the cook hated those who wasted his food the most, as for the cook, the food he made was a kind of artwork.
But everyone was supposed to cooperate and go into battle together, and a real falling out now would probably affect their cooperation.
Even though the cook was still muttering his dissatisfaction, Song Heping still asked him to calm down first, after all, the success of their cooperation directly affected the outcome of their mission.
A small impatience spoils great plans.
But just as Song Heping was about to enter the tent, a quarrel had already broken out inside.
"Put my stuff back right now! Or I'll twist your head off!"
"If you dare to babble here again, believe it or not, I'll blow your damn head off right now!"
"Come on! Just try! You damn sea dog!"