Lu Feng looked at the astonished expressions on the faces of Lin Jiao and the other three, then said, "Go ahead and wash all of this."
"Boss, I can lend a hand," Lin Jiao suddenly offered, a look of eagerness on her face.
Lu Feng was in a good mood, so when Lin Jiao offered, he nodded.
Without hesitation, Lin Jiao carried the bags, big and small, over to the makeshift stove inside the vault.
The tree she had shot down earlier could now serve as fuel.
"Xu Bin, you and the other two, come wash these things," Lin Jiao instructed.
Xu Bin and the other two were obviously very motivated when it came to food.
This was the first time they had seen such lavish food since the apocalypse began. They immediately went out, found a bucket of water, and began washing the vegetables.
Fortunately, the bank's water supply was still functional; the Salvation Army must have specifically repaired it.
Before long, Lin Jiao had a fire going.
