Survival in the apocalypse: I became rich through farming games

The old man nodded, and Ye Buqing knew that he had made the right bet.

Who would talk about boiling pea shoots and eating them on the edge of the experimental field? Why does a respected old doctor with a large pension in his hand have to come out to farm and be slaughtered?

Ye Buqing wanted to make this meal more grand, so he searched around the warehouse and picked out a table for hot pot restaurants with a hole in the middle and a charcoal-burning table at the bottom. The matching hot pot and tableware were on it. Ye Buqing returned to the city and was in the kitchen. I rinsed it off and washed the tableware I used at noon.

Ye Buqing also prepared a lot of side dishes. More than a dozen bowls were placed on the tray. They were according to Haidilao's standards. There were three kinds of side dishes.

After everything was ready, Ye Buqing put everything into the warehouse for freshness.

The agreed time was five o'clock. Ye Buqing took out the prepared things again, placed a pot in the middle of the table, put in the base ingredients, and the burned charcoal was slowly burning underneath. When footsteps outside the door sounded, a pot The soup is just boiling.

Dr. Zhao was still wearing a mask and a down jacket. After taking off his lab coat, his figure was even slimmer.

Ye Buqing opened the door and invited people in. Dr. Zhao adapted well. When he saw two empty bowls on the table, he took one and went to mix some ingredients for himself.

As soon as she took another empty bowl and chased after it, she saw Dr. Zhao adding three tablespoons of sesame oil to the bowl, and then adding minced garlic and coriander without stopping. The last spoonful of green onions was piled on top, and Doctor Zhao stopped.

"..." Ye Buqing watched the old man use chopsticks to mix the huge pile of things in the bowl, then put a chopstick into his mouth and let out a satisfied groan.

"What does it smell like? This..." Ye Buqing asked Dr. Zhao with his face wrinkled as he couldn't imagine what a big bowl of sesame oil would taste like.

"It's authentic, it tastes like this!" It was the first time Dr. Zhao's words were so lively and full of emotion to praise.

Ye Buqing didn't believe it. Ye Buqing turned around, quickly mixed the dishes according to her own taste and sat down. But why did she feel that the old man opposite looked at her fancy bowl with such disdain? ?

"How have you considered what you said this afternoon?" Ye Buqing raised his eyes and looked at the old man's expression while putting meat into the pot.

People are putting meat rolls into the pot one chopstick after another, which is the time to eat happily.

"Dr. Zhao, if you have any concerns, be sure to tell me. I sincerely want you to be a family doctor. The work will be easy, you will be given a house, and the food and drink will be of the best standard. The patient really can't wait. Yes." Ye Buqing said again.

"There are many young doctors in our base who are good." Dr. Zhao replied while eating.

"You still don't want to go?" Ye Buqing asked.

"My vegetables haven't grown yet." The old man muttered vaguely.

At this time, there were still meat dishes on the table. Ye Buqing placed all kinds of meat rolls on the table. Now they were almost eaten. Thinking of the dishes, Ye Buqing recalled that when he first saw Dr. Zhao, he was good at pinching peas. With the picture of seedlings, I stood up and left the table, and after a while I brought back a pot full of green vegetables. There were various types of seasonal vegetables, and they looked quite pleasant when they were green or bright yellow and crowded together.

"I forgot to bring it over before..." Ye Buqing handed over a large plastic basin.

Dr. Zhao froze and reached out to take the basin. He suddenly felt sad and his eyes became moist.

"Here, where did you get so many vegetables?" Zhao Zhengguang asked, scanning the contents of the basin.

"Follow me. These are all free to eat. No one will care if you feed the rabbits." Ye Buqing pulled his lips and smiled.

Dr. Zhao stared at the basin for several minutes, and finally stretched out a hand, picked out a piece of tender pea tip from the basin, and said to Ye Buqing, "My wife left half a year ago, and we were together before leaving." I have been talking about hot pot for half a month. She is greedy and delicious. This was her favorite when she was young."

As soon as these words came out, the doubts surrounding Dr. Zhao disappeared.

"So you went to grow vegetables to make up for the old lady?" Ye Buqing guessed.

"That's not the case. That's because I want to eat it too."

?

The original warm style of painting took a turn for the worse. Ye Buqing even felt that he heard some cracking sound, and asked in disbelief, "Huh?"

"Two gourmets met together, what's not to understand?" Dr. Zhao across the table had already returned to his original state, and put most of the pot of vegetables into the pot. "She left early and couldn't eat, so I gave her more food." Eat some!"

?

Ye Buqing closed his eyes, opened them and closed them again. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this scene was a bit out of touch with before.

No, what happened to this old man? Weren't you still playing the emotional card just now? Is it a little too delicious to eat now?

Just when he thought this, Ye Buqing watched helplessly as the old man picked up a chopstick of lettuce that had just been soaked in the soup and blanched it until it changed color, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it. A layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his cheeks were red from the steam.

"How can I really eat this every day if I follow you?" Dr. Zhao asked without raising his head.

"Ah? Yes, you, no, you, you don't grow vegetables anymore?" Ye Buqing asked in disbelief.

"Who can grow such crappy vegetables when they can eat them directly?" Dr. Zhao said.

"..."

The corners of Ye Buqing's mouth twitched, and the layers of respect he had for the holy hands of Chinese medicine were melted away by the heat of the hot pot.

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The old man's name is Zhao Zhengguang, a truly internationally renowned doctor. After a hot pot meal, Mr. Zhao surrendered decisively. He also volunteered that his son was working at the Sichuan Army base and that he could be taken with him or not, and that he didn't need to worry about his life or death.

Look how open-minded this dad is...

Ye Buqing complained all night, and slept on the bed in the room at night, smelling the smell of hot pot that did not dissipate in the air, and all he could see in front of him was Mr. Zhao holding the chopsticks and slurping the vegetables, making the soup splash everywhere.

No wonder people say that big shots have quirks, but the old man is really——!

Ye Bu counted it all, and kept the rest in his heart without speaking out.

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Li Mengjun said that he would send someone to teach Ye Buqing how to pilot a helicopter the next day. In fact, Ye Buqing didn't plan to actually learn it himself, he just wanted to see if he could get familiar with the structure.

Ye Buqing and the two teachers met together. At the beginning, Ye Buqing first proposed to take off for a spin.

Sitting in the helicopter, wearing noise-canceling headphones, Ye Buqing looked at the various buildings and vegetation below that were gradually getting smaller. He squinted and looked at a large yellow wasteland in the distance.

She patted the person in front of her on the shoulder and asked in a loud voice, "Where is that place!"

The other party didn't hear clearly at first, so Ye Buqing repeated in a longer tone, "I said, what is that place!"

The other party looked at her mouth shape and finally understood. He also told her at the top of his lungs, "That is the territory of the nomads! They are about to cross the province!"

Across provinces?

Ye Buqing turned around suddenly and stared at the yellow piece. After a while, she patted the person in front of her on the shoulder again and said, "Take me there!"

This time the other party heard clearly at once.