Xu Changsheng chuckled, "Get ready to set up camp and rest."
"Shanshan."
Zhang Shanshan tensed up, "Hehe... Doctor Xu, I can't cook..."
Xu Changsheng chuckled again, "Oh, I didn't ask you to cook, give me the box."
Zhang Shanshan sighed with relief and handed over the box.
"Big Brother Yang, go make some charcoal and come back."
"Wang Wu, go and skewer the meat onto the sticks."
Zhao Chang: "What about me?"
Xu Changsheng rolled his eyes, "Look at you, all dirty. Go wash up quickly, we're getting ready to barbecue skewers later."
Zhao Chang felt wronged, heh, men!
Xu Changsheng opened his own box and discreetly took out some homemade spices from his space and brought them out.
When everyone was done preparing, it was horrifying!
What's all this in a surgical box?
Cumin? Chili? Pepper? Cola...
Is there even one that's serious?
Is this surgical box really professional?