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After closing the door and changing clothes, the two hid inside the house and had a feast.
Rice, lamb soup, the soup was filled with meat.
"Wife, this space of yours is really magical, having hot meals ready. When I was in the army, you used to cook special meals for me from time to time, and we haven't run out even after so long," Lu Jiang said as he ate.
"Once it's gone, it's completely gone," Feng Qingxue said.
Although she had prepared a large amount of ready-to-eat food in case it was impossible to cook during the apocalypse, it was after all, not endless.
Because Lu Jiang liked braised pork, one-fifth of the braised pork prepared in the space had already disappeared.
"Then I should eat less." While saying this, Lu Jiang still soaked his rice with lamb soup and devoured it, "The lamb doesn't taste as fresh as the lamb in our army, it's gamey, the meat is a bit fatty, and too soft to provide a good chew."