Chapter 85 Who’s Really Hungry Now?
Chapter 85 Who’s Really Hungry Now?
They actuallyid all that food out for Theresa and Kyle to cat together.
Just then<b>, </b>another voice came from above their heads.
“I’m not hungry. You can have mine too.”
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Lucas had shown up at some point, silently handing over his own portion, and his meal had an extra egg.
In times like these, that was downright heartwarming.
However, Lucas wasn’t not hungry; he just didn’t want his team to go without. There were seven people eating off food meant for five. It clearly wasn’t enough.
And he even gave up his egg!
A whole egg!
Who could get their hands on eggs these days?
Everyone turned to stare, waiting to see Theresa scramble for the food, maybe even lose it over a single egg, devouring it like she hadn’t eaten in days.
But instead, she just yawnedzily and said to Kyle, “Kyle, get our food out.”
“Yes!”
Kyle slung off his backpack.
First, he pulled out a portable hotpot stove, alcohol–fueled and ready to go.
Then came the boxes. One. Two. Three. Three/big metal lunch boxes!
The first box was stuffed with rich, tender slices of braised beef.
The second was stacked with golden, crispy ribs–first deep–fried, then coated in gooey, melted cheese.
And the third? The biggest box of all? It had to weigh over 10 pounds. When opened, it revealed a mountain of fresh raw meat and bones!
Monica and her group were stunned into silence. <i>Holy </i><i>crap</i><i>. </i><i>Meat</i>. All <i>meat</i>.
Beef, ribs… and not just any meat. Top–shelf, high–quality stuff.
Not even a garnish of vegetables. Just pure meat–like they were too broke to buy veggies and could only afford meat!
Suddenly, everyone felt their faces burning with embarrassment.
What had they been saying just now? They thought Theresa would lose her mind over an egg, but look at her food. And look at theirs.
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And before <b>they </b>could even fully process their shame, their jaws dropped for a whole different reason.
Theresa took that third box of raw meat and pushed it forward. “Buddy, Max–dig in: When you’re done, call the next shift.”
“Woof! Woof!”
She’d made it for the dogs.
Under the raw meat was high–quality kibble. On top? A generous helping of fresh bones and meat. It was perfectly bnced. More than enough for them..
Monica and the others were floored. <i>She </i><i>is </i><i>feeding </i><i>dogs </i><i>this </i><i>stuff</i><i>?! </i><i>Is </i><i>this </i><i>for </i><i>real</i>?!
Most people couldn’t even eat right now, let alone eat meat. And Theresa was feeding prime cuts to her dogs?!
Everyone on their side waspletely dumbfounded.
Graham and the others looked at Theresa’s over–the–top meal setup and just about wanted to fall to their knees in awe.
That is <i>Theresa </i><i>for </i><i>you</i>. <i>Still </i><i>as </i><i>bad</i>*<b><i>ss </i></b><b><i>as </i></b><i>ever</i>.
“Kyle,” Theresa said casually, “cook up more of those instant noodles we picked up upstairs–share a bowl with them too.”
“On it!”
Kyle got to work immediately.
They’d scored some food while scavenging earlier: instant noodles, sausages, braised eggs–all perfect for hotpot.
Kyle opened ten packets of noodles, dropped in ten braised eggs, and fired up the self–heating hotpot. It started bubbling and steaming with a mouthwatering aroma.
Graham and his team were practically drooling.
“Lucas<b>, </be sit and eat with us,” Theresa offered.
“Yeah! Lucas<b>, </b>c’mon!”
“Sit over here!”
Graham and the others had no shame. As soon as Theresa opened the invitation, they dragged their squad leader over to mooch a meal.
It was Theresa’s cooking. Not taking a bite would’ve been insane.
Lucas looked at the bubbling pot and his subordinates‘ eager faces<b>. </b>
“No, you all go ahead. I’ll eat over there.”
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He took back his in boxed meal. As a senior figure in K1 Camp, he had to maintain appearances and think of the others on the other side, so he let his people stay and cat, while he returned on his own.
Theresa didn’t bother insisting.
<b>If </b>he didn’t want to eat, fine by her.
She nodded at Kyle, who lifted the lid off the pot. In seconds, the rich aroma of cheesy ribs and braised beef filled the air.
The gooey cheese from the ribs melted onto the golden noodles. Add in tender beef slices, sausages<b>, </b>and braised eggs–it was sensory overload.
“Wow! Smells amazing!”
Everyone got a big steaming bowl–beef ribs noodle soup, loaded with meat.
“This is incredible!” Graham had tears in his eyes. Once again, following Theresa meant real food.
Theresa was a legend.
Meanwhile<i>, </i>the soldiers on Monica’s side could smell everything. They could hear the slurping.
Then, they looked back at their own meals–gritty soda bread and cabbage stew with a scrap of meat–and suddenly nothing tasted right anymore.
They were overwhelmed with jealousy and bitterness, chewing in slow motion, heartbroken byparison.