It's been a long time since we've been apart.

Li Bai can even play Wells Black like this.

The thing that Lao Hei had not accomplished even though he had not done, but when he arrived at Dr. Moller, he completed it lightly. It seemed that he had not tried his best at all, and it was incredible to be relaxed.

When did that Chinese suddenly become so easy to talk about?

Your damn is poisonous, right?

Wells Black was almost in trouble.

"Wells, mourn! Well, mourn!"

The French did not forget to comfort each other.

Whose credit is the credit?

I'm afraid this is not the point. The point is that Wells Black is going to be labeled as a poor job, and may even be marginalized because of this. That's really unlucky.

This British old man is really miserable.

He originally tried to persuade Li Bai to join the "Saints Association", but was rejected. Now he had to owe someone favors to ask Dr. Moller for help. But unexpectedly, the expected hard bone turned into soda biscuits. Before he could use his time to exert force, the other party happily agreed. It was so unimaginable that it was not that difficult at all!

Is this the last effort I had at the beginning?

Now that I owe someone favors and my credit is taken away, Wells Black's face is so ugly, and I should indeed be mourning.

It seems that the guy named Li really doesn't match his horoscope.

Humph! ~

After the other party joins the "Saints Club", see how you wear small shoes for this guy.

Europeans and Americans are not straightforward at all. When they play with small thoughts, they are no less inferior to Chinese people. -

After making two calls, Li Bai put down his cell phone and threw it into his carry-on bag.

Not only is there a satellite phone, a mobile battery, but also a pack of surgical instruments and related medicines in the bag.

"Doctor Li Bai, you should use roast beef and grilled fish tonight, so you need to borrow your seasoning."

Lu Sanhu, who came back with a large number of prey, was very happy. This unlucky flight turned into an original wild tour, which was a joyful thing.

It is indeed something worth celebrating that a sudden air crash was able to survive all the employees in the end.

After experiencing a life-and-death crisis, everyone seemed to have let go and no longer have any professions, races, rich and poor, borders and social status. People who don’t know seem to become relatives and friends, and they are close to each other.

"Seasoning! I have so many, I'll give it to you!"

Li Bai waved his hand.

Lu Sanhu asked him for various seasonings, but he really found the right person.

Balsamic vinegar, white vinegar, raw soy sauce, fine salt, white sugar, pepper powder, cinnamon, star anise basil leaves... There are thirty or forty kinds, which can be made in Chinese and Western food, and there are some composite spice powders that are well matched in advance, a typical doomsday set.

"You, you are really..."

When Li Bai took out a large bag of five kilograms of fine salt, the muscles on Lu Sanhu and others' faces were thrusting, and he knew that this would be the case.

Everyone was shocked. Who would bring so many seasonings when traveling for a long distance? If you were not engaged in the seasoning industry, then it would be true love. What's more, after seeing the exquisitely crafted and solidly made copper hotpot, many people even more understand.

The probability of true food love among Chinese people is quite high. In order to pursue food, never tire of fine food, and reach the ultimate in delicious food, many exaggerated things that others feel are incredible. Bringing a hot pot and various seasonings weighing dozens of kilograms is nothing at all.

So it will be surprising, not to be incredible, incredible.

If you really want to subdivide it, some people like to stock up on thousands of kinds of salt at home, and can tell the difference in the origin, ingredients and taste of each salt with just a little bit.

Fortunately, Li Bai is from China. If he were from other countries and races, many people would probably think that he would have predicted that he would have encountered an accident on the flight and fell into the village in front and shop in the back. In the Mitongba Mountains, which is not crowded within a radius of 100 miles, he prepared these supplies in advance. In fact, this guess is only half correct.

But this is good. The crew members and passengers who survived the air crash do not have to worry about eating raw meat and drinking blood. There are enough seasonings to make the prey they acquire more delicious. Most importantly, there are Chinese people here, and Chinese people who are good at cooking, which means that everyone will have a good taste.

"Come on, I'll do it. Who said I'm only good at hot pot?"

Li Bai immediately recommended himself.

He not only brought salt to himself, but also brought double halos of top swordsman masters in martial arts and new first aid quick knife hands in the medical field. If he couldn't even cut a dish, just stop messing around.

So everyone saw the legendary "Prince Ding cuts the cow."

As night fell, everyone who was wandering deep in the Mitongba Mountains surrounded several large and small bonfires. Not far away was a simple shack built with airplane materials and some natural materials. Although it was not very beautiful, it was enough to provide everyone with a reliable shelter.

There is also a wealth of water nearby, and this temporary camp is not too far from the plane's crash site. Fortunately, they did not fall to the desolate land of poor mountains and bad waters. At least there are enough natural resources nearby for so many people to temporarily gain a foothold and settle down.

The red flames not only dispel the cold air in the mountains, but also provide a steady stream of heat for cooking food. Using all the materials and tools that can be found, fryed, roasted, fried, fried, and stewed, there is no shortage of metal materials. A whole turboprop regional aircraft can provide more than enough.

The buffalo meat hunted in the Mitongba Mountains was originally old and thick, and it could not be stewed without enough heat, let alone roasted, which was also a stone that could not be bitten even if it was roasted. Such ingredients could not be resisted. Li Bai smashed the tough muscle fibers into pieces with one punch. He was obviously an adult bull, but he could taste the tender texture of roasted veal.

"Who would have thought that it would be so satisfying to eat meat and drink wine in this place!"

Lu Sanhu grabbed a piece of roast beef that was still hot, and ate it with relish and found beer from the wreckage of the passenger plane with a can of relish. Next to him, the rabbit "Mahua" was tearing a whole grilled fish of his own.

Finding most of the plane meals and drinks that were saved by luck was a complete surprise. Although the amount was not large, it was enough to cope with the evening meal and then it was gone.

The beef divided by a whole bison is enough to make everyone have a full meal, as well as cow skin, beef bones and beef internal organs. Even if there are four big hooves, as long as there are Chinese people, there will be no waste of food.

"At most a week, we can leave here, just treat it as a holiday for ourselves! If we survive the disaster, we will have good fortune. Come and touch it."

Ye Tong was holding a tea jar, and red wine poured inside.

I am drunk today. Except for leaving a few bottles of wine with an alcohol content of more than 60 degrees as a medical emergency, most of the wine was divided into clean by everyone.

Lu Sanhu and Ye Tong clinked their cups, then lowered their throats and said mysteriously: "Tell you that today, when I was catching fish, I picked up a meteorite in the water."

"Meteorite? Do you know what a meteorite is? You can pick it up in the water, why don't you pick up a piece of gold to come up?"

Zabu felt that Mr. Biao was drinking too much and started bragging.

Drinking big wine and bragging big, setting up a gantry formation with the south is the same routine, also called chatting about the mountains, chatting around, chatting... In short, it is just boring and nonsense, just listen to it, take it seriously.

"Hey? How did you know I picked up a piece of gold? By the way, I also picked up a lot of good things!"

Lu Sanhu looked surprised. He had never told others, how could Zabu know?

I took it out of my pocket and spread my hands. There were seven or eight pieces of different shapes and sizes. One of them was the size of a quail egg, golden, and it was clearly a natural dog-headed gold.

The gold of the dog's head does not necessarily look like a dog's head, but condenses into a block-shaped natural gold nugget. If it is smaller, it is gold sand or gold sand.

There are four or five stones together with gold nuggets the size of quail eggs. Some are not as gray, some are crystal clear, some are translucent, and they appear light green. This uncle Biao is really good at touching and picking up such "treasures". -
Chapter completed!