In the central courtyard, several long tables had been set up.
The kitchen teams had cooked large pots of food using the fresh produce harvested from the gardens the survivors had tilled and the supplies collected during hunts.
Tonight, everyone would eat together.
Only Leng Pan, Lu Zhen, and Lu Hao were missing from the leadership. But everyone understood that they had fought the fiercest battle and needed rest.
Lu Tao sat down heavily at one of the tables and grabbed a bowl of steaming stew.
"This is the best meal of my life," he declared dramatically.
Uncle Li, who was in charge of the kitchen laughed as he walked over with cups of fresh juice made from strawberries grown by his wife.
"You say that during every meal." He said to his nephew.
"Well, it's the truth. Who made my uncle such a good cook? The food you cook has become even more delicious and contains more energy." Lu Tao said seriously.
