Ying Shao is a Girl

Yi Mo stepped on the accelerator and prepared to start the car.

The car roared and then stalled.

? ? ?

Immo checked it.

His expression immediately became serious.

"Um...it seems...out of gas." Yi Mo finished the sentence hesitantly.

He remembered everything when he went out, except that he forgot to put gas in the car!

"..." Sak was speechless.

How to get back without gas?

The seaside is several hours drive from the International Hotel in the desert.

"How about... let's walk back?" Yi Mo asked tentatively.

Sark looked at him like an idiot.

"Are you kidding? It's almost dark. If you walk for a while, you'll be frozen to death by the low temperature at night!"

Walking is completely unrealistic.

"Then what do you think we should do? Let the boss come and save us!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yimo immediately realized his stupidity.

So he quickly shook his head, "No! That's not possible either!"

It was completely impossible to ask Ying Junchu to drive over to pick them up. The temperature at night was so low that there was no way to drive. Driving would mean death.

The thought of not being able to go back for a full seafood feast.

Yi Mo scratched his hair in great irritation. His already messy hair style became even messier now.

It looks like a vivid chicken coop head.

Yimo suddenly felt something was wrong, and he reached out and carefully touched his hair.

Then he took his hand back angrily

Alas, the hairline has moved upward again, sad.

Sooner or later he will be made bald.

"There is no other way. We can only make do here for one night, and then let the boss come to rescue us when the sun rises tomorrow." Yi Mo spread his hands, looking helpless.

"..." Sak silently held his forehead.

You shouldn't believe Yi Mo's lies and run out with him. Now you're fine, you have to sleep in the countryside!

Is it because the air conditioner is not cool or the chair is uncomfortable? Follow this retarded Yimo and run out!

Yimo is indeed the most unreliable thing in the world!

Sark was unable to complain.

Accept fate.

For Yimo, the only lucky thing is that he still has food and doesn't have to go hungry all night.

He stared at the large bucket of plump seafood next to him for a long time, salivating.

Now I want to copy them and make them into cooked food.

"What are you doing standing still! Come over here and set up a tent!"

It was getting dark, the morning glow had already converged its light, and a patch of night spread from the distant sky.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night in the desert, and the temperature drops very quickly at night, directly to more than ten degrees or even dozens of degrees below zero.

It's enough to freeze someone to death.

The car is out of gas, there is no gas in the backup tank, and it is impossible to turn on the air conditioner in the car.

Sack was glad that he was driving an off-road vehicle. The trunk of the vehicle was relatively complete, including a tent and things that could keep him warm and cold.

Otherwise, he and Yi Mo would freeze to death here.

Both of them are professionally trained and have first-class tent setting skills.

Three times five divided by two makes a perfect tent.

Once the tent is set up, it can keep out the cold and your life is guaranteed. You don’t have to worry about freezing to death.

Contrary to Sack's idea, for Immo, the security of life comes from energy.

To put it bluntly, it’s food.

In Imo's opinion, eating is the most important thing!

Now he could finally start preparing dinner. Although it was a little more crude than he imagined, anything was fine as long as there was something delicious.

There is no seafood banquet, and the grilled fish is also extremely delicious.

Yimo is a hands-on person who never talks empty talk and immediately started his own grilled fish business.

He rummaged around in the trunk, searching back and forth, and finally found his exclusive secret spice.

This was stuffed into the suitcase by Yimo when he left Yimi, and then thrown into the trunk.

Now it finally comes in handy.

As a senior foodie, how can I not have my own secret spices!