"Now that everyone is here, let's serve the dishes!"
After Fang Chengwu finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and someone started bringing up the dishes.
First dish: A small plate of sliced fruit
Second dish: Neatly arranged stir-fried seasonal vegetables
Third dish: Two or three strands of stir-fried shredded potatoes.
Fourth dish: Instant noodles
...
A total of 10 dishes prepared for two tables, not much, but Chu Jiangyue speculated that this was probably the best L City Base could muster.
If it were before the apocalypse, these dishes would have been laughed at, but in the post-apocalyptic world, these dishes are rare treasures.
Of course, that's relative to others. To Chu Jiangyue, these are nothing.
Fang Chengwu had originally hoped to hear exclamations from Song Chengjun and others. After all, such items are very hard to come by.
But whether it was Song Chengjun or others, they all remained very calm, as if none of them cared about these things.
