The crowd, overexcited and gathered at the door, eventually couldn't withstand the cold and returned to the house.
As cooking commenced, the room was once again filled with thick smoke and steam.
Soon, the aroma spread.
Jiang Yan sipped a small mouthful of rabbit meat porridge and was ready to stand up and return to her room.
The remaining people were playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get the privilege of gnawing on the rabbit's head with its two large incisors.
"Jiang Yan, try the roasted goose I made." Seeing Jiang Yan lacked much of an appetite, Su Dai came over with a piece of crispy, charred goose wing tip.
The mutated goose was enormous in size.
Although it was just the tip of a wing, it was much larger than the whole wing of a goose before the apocalypse.
The bones inside were removed and put into the pot to make soup, so the piece in Su Dai's hand was a typical boneless wing tip.
Jiang Yan reached out to take it, "Thank you."
