"A burning teapot? Am I hallucinating?"
"But this teapot is too big!"
In the distance, a clay pot slowly moved towards the refugees, its size comparable to a stadium, with raging flames burning beneath it.
"I must be hallucinating from hunger."
At this moment, Zhang Wei, holding the giant pot, moved slowly. The flames spewing from his body were the Endless Furnace Fire from the Hall of Treasures, used to maintain the temperature of the food after leaving the Fiber Volcano.
Zhang Wei held the millions of tons of pot with one hand and said to Old Mo beside him, "I'll have to trouble you to spread the word."
"Hmm... For the sake of a friend, I can do that."
With that, Old Mo wielded his brush and ink, and a large amount of text floated into the sky.
In simple terms: there's food, it's free, eat as much as you want, no pushing, everyone gets a share...
Old Mo infused his words with energy, and the text, accompanied by a voice that carried for dozens of miles, ensured everyone would know.
A large pit was dug in the ground, filled with coal and firewood made from magical pea vines, and the clay pot was placed on top.
Zhang Wei's specially made clay pot was a pressure cooker, shaped like a teapot. White steam brought a rich aroma, which quickly spread among the refugees.
In fact, without Old Mo's words, the magnificent aroma was enough to draw the refugees in unconsciously.
Old Mo looked at the clay pot and said, "What surprise have you prepared for me this time? You always surprise me. Is it tea? Milk tea to stave off hunger?"
Zhang Wei smiled and shook his head.
Several thick iron chains were pulled from the spout of the teapot, serving as the controller for the clay pot. With a gentle pull, the sealed spout opened, and over a dozen tender, pink balls emitting white steam were ejected!
"These are..."
"Dumplings!"
With a wave of his hand, Old Mo drew one of the dumplings into his grasp. It wasn't as hot as he expected and was about half the size of a basketball.
It felt slippery in his hand, as if wrapped in broth.
"This... The steam is bulging, why isn't it hot to the touch?"
Zhang Wei pointed to the thousand-meter-high teapot spout and said, "Don't you know common sense? At such a height and speed, the surface water will evaporate quickly and carry away heat."
"Surface?"
"Exactly. I can't let the food get cold."
It was then that Old Mo realized that the so-called dumplings were not what they seemed; they were wrapped in something like lotus leaves, which should have excellent heat-retaining properties.
As for the tender pink color, that was residue from the broth, a highly concentrated soup!
So, was this a kind of stewed vegetable dumpling?
But the refugees had no decent utensils, and these wet dumplings would be very inconvenient.
Old Mo took a lick. The broth tasted a bit strange. Although delicious, it always felt a little off.
Zhang Wei chuckled, "What, you're so interested in braising spices?"
"Braising spices?"
"Of course, those are seasonings that shouldn't be eaten on their own."
Ordinary braising spices are made from multiple spices and constant simmering. They can provide a unique aroma to food, but if eaten alone, they only have the strange taste of medicinal herbs.
Indeed, after some fumbling, Old Mo found the cotton string binding the leaves.
These leaves were also no ordinary items; they were the leaves of Ozone Grass, a level 75 plant, which released fresh air continuously during steaming and boiling.
A single perfect-grade Ozone Grass could yield 150 square meters of leaves, and each leaf could be thinly sliced into five pieces...
"To use Ozone Grass leaves to make food, and give it away for free to these commoners..."
Old Mo's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look up to Zhang Wei!
Normally, Zhang Wei appeared to be an extremely intelligent self-interested person, with a fanatical desire for ingredients, but he never expected Zhang Wei to have such resolve!
With a light flick of his fingertip, the cotton string snapped...
"Oh, that was quite simple!"