In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

After finishing a serious meal - mainly chicken, I ate a few pieces of burrito, torn up several kinds of salty fried chicken and wrapped them in pancakes, and added some shredded green onions, kimchi or cucumber strips, which was quite delicious.

There are still some of the two vegetarian dishes left to relieve the tiredness, and all the kimchi are eaten. The snacks are not touched much, and I occasionally pick out a few fresh ones.

After a short break, I also hung a traveling badminton ball in front of the TV in the living room, and continued to watch cartoons while playing to keep myself entertained.

I still haven’t hugged you, I’m a bit full, so let’s put the dessert away first.

This time I put it right after taking a shower.

I didn't think much of it when I took a quick shower after exercising in the afternoon. Now that I was full of wine and food, I felt very satisfied and slowly walked into the bathroom and took a bath.

Similar to the overall style of this house, the bathroom is also more colorful.

The main color is still white. The white tiles are paved with black seams in the middle. The contrast is obvious. The walls are also covered with multi-color mosaics on a large area, which instantly makes the style more lively.

There is an abstract painting hanging on the wall, in bright red and yellow colors; the washstand is also a bit fancy, with a golden frame and faucet carved with complex patterns, but it doesn't look flashy.

After a good soak in the round bathtub, a rose gold hollow metal shelf was placed on the bathtub and a small glass of boiled red wine was placed.

I originally wanted to eat some fruit, but I had a full meal at night and it was more comfortable to just drink the wine that I swallowed rather than chewing the food.

She cooked this by herself before the end of the world. There are many recipes on the Internet, including traditional and classic authentic recipes, as well as different versions that everyone has modified to suit their own tastes.

She had only drank once before, when she met a car on the side of the road when she was out playing with her friends. It seemed like it was Christmas?

It was really cold at night at the end of December. I saw something like this that could warm my stomach and body. Although I hadn’t tried it, I saw that the ingredients used by the stall owner were quite practical and it shouldn’t taste bad when boiled with so many fruits, so I bought it.

It is true that she, who is not very interested in alcoholic beverages, drinks pretty well, but not to the extent that she would cook it at home and drink it.

When preparing various finished foods before the end of the world, she browsed various online food tutorials and inevitably saw many recipes for cooking red wine.

At that time, I happened to be dealing with various fruits every day. It didn’t seem to be a complicated method, so I simply cooked a few pots of it.

Apples, oranges, lemons, as well as various spices and rock sugar are cooked pot after pot according to different recipes, but they all taste the same.

At this moment, she chose a small glass with dense vertical lines on the outside. She poured the deep red mulled wine into it, along with some soft cooked apple pieces and floating orange pulp.

Sipping slowly, the warm wine and hot water came together inside and outside, making her drink it with great enjoyment.

After soaking until her muscles and bones were softened, she dragged her swaying steps back to the living room and set up a massage chair in front of the spacious window.

He stuffed himself in and began to take advantage of the feeling of comfort after taking a bath. He almost wanted to rub the feeling into the seams of his bones.

He groaned and pressed it once, and his whole body went limp. He fell onto the sofa as if he were boneless, and he didn't even have the strength to pick up the phone.

I rested lazily for a while, still holding my mobile phone, reading novels at intervals. After reading for a while, I felt that my whole body was gradually energetic. I sat up and finished the dessert after dinner that I couldn't put off any longer.

The Buffy cup is served in a large and tall thick glass, with a base of white vanilla ice cream with some vanilla seeds, and some taro-colored glutinous rice balls on top.

On top are two square pieces of panna cotta, two pieces of almond milk flavor, two pieces of matcha flavor, and a capful of matcha ice cream is squeezed on top. The shape is quite beautiful.

The top is decorated with wafer pieces and green, white, and pink coated chocolate bars, which are probably matcha, milk, and strawberry flavors. The colors match perfectly.

In addition, a few small pink cherry blossom-shaped biscuits were pressed on top of the ice cream, and a small gold foil paper was affixed on top, avoiding these decorations.

What's rare is that the color of gold foil is attached to the dark green matcha, and it doesn't conflict with the light-colored and fresh decorative cookies next to it. The whole thing is quite harmonious.

Eat it quickly, before the bottom ice cream melts - of course, before that, she still took the opportunity and took a few pictures to finish it.

The matcha ice cream is so thick that it sticks to the spoon, and the taste is on the bitter side, which is exactly what she likes.

The custard inside is also very surprising. The taste is quite concentrated but not too bitter or greasy. The custard itself also tastes very good, not too gelatinous, and not like soft pudding.

The taste and texture are just right.

No matter how fast she ate, she would not gobble it up in order to maintain the best taste of the food, and she would not be able to taste it with peace of mind, so when she dug into the vanilla ice cream underneath, it was somewhat melted.

The glass that was originally very clear was now stained with slightly melted ice cream liquid, making it somewhat difficult to see clearly.

But it doesn't matter, it still tastes great, and the textures of the two ice creams are different to begin with.

The matcha ice cream on top is soft and smooth, and is made from an ice cream machine; the vanilla ice cream on the bottom is a scooped ball, and the overall texture is much harder.

Therefore, even if it melts slightly, the impact will not be significant.

Finally, she used a spoon to scrape the melted ice cream liquid, but she accidentally made the sound effect of fingernails scraping a blackboard, which made her feel uncomfortable and she quickly disintegrated the entire cup.

On Thanksgiving night, I ended up playing with my mobile phone in the soft quilt and then naturally fell into sleep.

When I got up the next day, I was really not used to being in a new home and a new bed. For a moment, I stared at my sleepy eyes in a daze.

Where does this come from? ...Oh, yes, did you sleep in your new home?

Get up, stretch, get the calendar from Dudong, and continue to record November with only two small tails left.

The system predicts that the current strong wind phase will last for 30 to 60 days, but the positive time recorded in the penultimate grid today is already 59.

She stared for a while and found that she felt much calmer now.

Just, the death line will be reached tomorrow, but at the moment it is still as calm and steady as an old dog, and the heart is like water... Oh no, it is like the heart is still.

Rather than counting the days, she was actually more curious about how the next polar night natural disaster would come.

Is it really just that, every time you close your eyes and open them, why is it still dark?

The days went on as usual, because she slept in her new home at night, and she was not in a hurry to go back to the independent house - there were homes on both sides, and she felt that it was not right to treat this as a hotel or something.

Well, you can't favor one over the other, right?