The afterglow of the sunset cascaded down.
The campfire was still burning, and after checking their equipnt, everyone pulled out the dry rations they brought and gathered around the fire.
They placed the frozen, rock-hard bread near the fire to warm it up a little.
Then took a bite.
The bread had frozen into sothing like an iron disk in this cold weather, so biting into it was extrely tough, nearly chipping a tooth.
The jerky they carried was no better, as hard as wood and impossible to bite.
They could only slowly gnaw off a bit with their teeth, hold it in their mouths until it softened a bit, and then chew and swallow it slowly.
This was truly eating slowly and chewing thoroughly.
The disciples from Dao Mountain and Zhanhe Mansion also took out their dry rations, getting ready to eat.
If you don’t eat well, how can you fight?
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling!"
At this mont, a crisp bell sound rang out. The clarity of the sound caught everyone’s attention as they looked towards its source in surprise.
So disciples from other sects even jumped in alarm.
What’s happening?
Has the Ghost Race attacked?
"Co and get your al." At this ti, Elder Xu Chang’an of Zhanhe Mansion shook the bell in his hand and addressed all the disciples.
"Disciples of Zhanhe Mansion and Dao Mountain, co over here to get food." Xu Chang’an called out.
"Get food?"
All the disciples couldn’t help but be stunned. Did the sects bring them food?
But what could be brought to a place like this?
Only dry rations at most.
Hearing this, so from other sects couldn’t help but curse: "So it’s just for a al, and they make such a fuss. I thought it was a Ghost Race attack."
"Exactly, making a big deal out of nothing, it’s just munching on buns and bread. What gourt delicacies could there possibly be? Seriously!"
A lot of people were sowhat displeased.
The disciples gathered at the large tent, and they discovered a piece of paper pasted in front of it.
Fish-Flavored Pork Rice.
Mapo Tofu Rice.
Stir-Fried Pork Rice.
Tomato and Egg Rice.
Soup of the Day: Chicken Mushroom Soup.
This sight stunned all the disciples.
What is this?
Isn’t eating in this Ghostly Realm supposed to be simple dry goods like big buns and tough jerky that can last?
What is all this?
Just then, Xu Chang’an took out a black box, attracting everyone’s attention.
"Everyone, I’ll show you how to eat this al." Xu Chang’an demonstrated according to Li Changqing’s instructions.
"The top layer is the rice and vegetables, and then you see below, there’s a small cloth bag. You just need to pour water into it below, soaking that bag thoroughly, then place the rice and vegetables on top, and cover it with the lid." Xu Chang’an explained as he covered the lid.
This scene left everyone perplexed.
What was this all about?
Just then, everyone heard a sound coming from within the box.
In the next mont, steam began emanating from the box.
"Impossible!"
Everyone was astounded by this scene.
What just happened?
They saw clearly that the water Xu Chang’an poured was cold, but how did it produce steam after just a few breaths?
Is this so new kind of spell?
Even the spectators like Xue Qianbai were looking at the scene in disbelief.
Li Jingsong stood there like a wooden chicken.
He had ventured far and wide, even indulging in pleasures, considering himself knowledgeable. But this scene was beyond belief even for the forr Painting Saint.
"It slls wonderful."
"Just fifteen minutes, and you can eat." Xu Chang’an opened the lid, and the aroma hit instantly. Inside was fish-flavored pork rice; the aroma of the dish wafted out, making everyone’s mouth water.
With at, vegetables, and rice, all steaming hot.
Looking at the rock-hard bread that could double as a weapon, who would still eat that junk?
"Line up and co get yours." Xu Chang’an instructed.
The crowd imdiately burst into a frenzy, rushing to line up.
"What are you getting?"
"I... I’ll take the Mapo Tofu one."
"Next one."
Li Changqing was inside the tent, handling the food distribution.
Additionally, each person received a bowl with a piece of frozen chicken. The rich soup had been pre-made and frozen into blocks, ready to be turned into a warm bowl of soup by adding hot water.
The water was already boiling over the campfire.
Everyone eagerly fetched their al like curious little children, then went to a spot to prepare the self-heating rice.
For them, it wasn’t just a al; the novelty was fun, sparking their curiosity.
Even Li Jingsong and his group got a portion.
In no ti, various aromas spread.
The scents wafted out of the courtyard and floated into the Heaven-Flipping Ghost City.
"What’s that sll?"
A disciple sniffed and his eyes lit up at the aroma.
It’s the scent of delicious food!
How could that be, where did it co from? How could there be delicious food here?
At this mont, countless people noticed the aroma and followed it.
When they saw the disciples of Dao Mountain and Zhanhe Mansion indulging in hot rice and fragrant dishes, and everyone even having a bowl of soup, they couldn’t hold back anymore!
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