The gourmet boss who was delayed by the end of the world

On the bottom of the light yellow porridge, there are deep and shallow pieces of chopped green vegetables, slightly hot and smooth in the mouth, with a few traces of sweetness wrapped in the thick meaty aroma, so fresh that people have no time to chew it, so they have to rush to swallow it, it’s a good bite Enjoy the deliciousness one bite at a time.

Chen Yuan said it was called porridge, because it was only a semi-finished product due to insufficient ingredients.

K stirred the porcelain spoon, and from the rotten rice flower, he could tell that it was indeed made of boiled rice, but he didn't know why the rice had a meaty taste, and the semi-finished product was so delicious that people wanted to swallow their tongues.

K has eaten porridge.

Uncle Bai used to make a thick bowl, softer than rice, tasteless, and a layer of hard rice milk would form when it was cold, like a tightly woven spider web, which always made him very unhappy after eating.

But Uncle Bai likes it.

He hated seeing K take nutritional supplements. If K went out to perform missions, he would definitely add a few more dishes to the dinner table after he came back to replenish his body.

"You have to eat hot food for three meals, and you can keep your heart, liver, spleen and stomach healthy by consuming enough fireworks."

Uncle Bai is tall and burly, with a sharp scar on his left eyebrow, which makes people stay away from him. He loves to chatter, and often talks to himself nervously, and he is resentful towards everything in the city.

"Sacks of mush can also be eaten as food? Feeding pigs is even finer than that! Do you know when did you eat cold food before? The Cold Food Festival before Qingming is to honor ancestors' graves! The Federation is cursing itself every day to die! "

Uncle Bai seldom sees a smile all year round, and spends a long time in the kitchen every day, making meals that only K can swallow.

Mr. Guo from the medical team often comes to Uncle Bai’s hut, but he doesn’t know how to eat what Uncle Bai makes. The two of them make a pot of tea and can chat from moonrise to sunrise. Uncle Bai gets up and shakes off the peanut shells. Turn on the stove: "Okay, you can go back by yourself, I have to make breakfast for K."

Mr. Guo heheed twice, and nodded at K who was yawning and looking sleepy: "Son, your Uncle Bai has worked so hard for you. Be more forgiving of his craftsmanship. Anyway, he can't kill anyone!"

People in the city say that Uncle Bai's food is unpalatable, but K grew up as a snack, like eating abalone, and he didn't smell the smell for a long time. It's tasteless, at least the things made by Uncle Bai are full of flavors.

Beauty is an abstract and purely subjective concept, which varies from person to person. Whether it is food or beauty, the judgment standard is only given by the subject. As long as K thinks it is OK, it is 'food'.

With this set of idealism, K eats the "undead food" made by Uncle Bai, grows steadily to the age of 19, and meets Chen Yuan inadvertently.

It was a man of mysterious origin.

It was true when I saw him limping to the gate of the city, he was dressed strangely, the panic that scared half his life was true, and it was true that I wanted to kill him at first sight.

Fair skin means that there is no need to go out to work as a coolie; complicated attire means that the level of the eco-city is not low, or the ability to exchange clothes with the transport team. Such a person thinks that the visitor is not good.

K questioned him routinely, and was about to issue a killing order, but he heard him yelling in a crying voice: "Let me in quickly, I'm a fucking cook, I don't know how to beat zombies!"

cook.

This word, K heard from Uncle Bai, is a profession of the millennial generation. In today's world, no one dares to declare that he understands the civilization of the millennial generation in broad daylight, no matter how arrogant he is.

So this man, is he really scared to say anything?

K saw Chen Yuan's pure-blooded face through the monitor screen, and when he reached his mouth, he turned a corner and left someone under the gun.

Apart from other things, at least this face can be used as a bargaining chip when negotiating with the Federation in the future. With such a face with all kinds of immunity, he will not be able to do dangerous work like spy.

I thought he was a young man who was alone, but he never thought that he was really a cook who didn't know anything. He stayed quietly in the infrastructure team for two weeks before he started acting like a monster and tossing a lot. Stuttering food.

But this person really knows how to cook. K can tell from his proficiency in cutting vegetables. After tasting his vegetables, K finally understands the phrase that Uncle Bai often talks about, "Food will bring people a sense of happiness." ' meaning.

Eating the food made by Chen Yuan makes me really happy.

It was the plain bowl of porridge in his hand, which looked like nothing more than rice and vegetables, but it was full of fragrance when he ate it, and he swallowed it warmly, and the fatigue of the night watch was relieved by more than half.

K finished his bowl in suspense, feeling that his teeth were only a little stuffed, and looked into the pot eagerly, wanting to add but was embarrassed, and was hesitating, when Chen Yuan came back, saw his straight eyes, and smiled. Said: "Not full? Wait, I'll make you some shredded chicken right away."

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and felt profusely sweating when he came out of the kitchen. He simply used his coat as a towel, wiped his body with water, and brushed all the fine bangs back. K heard the voice and turned his head to see, It was Chen Yuan, who was shirtless and had straight hair.

The man seemed to be fond of undressing.

K frowned slightly, and glanced at Chen Yuan's bare skin. This person's complexion was already pale, and his chest and abdomen hidden under the clothing were as fine as porcelain. The outline of muscles could be seen in his actions. The first floor is not a shelf that can be fought.

However, Chen Yuan didn't like to fight and kill at all. He was a Buddhist cook who longed for peace, and he only used knives and guns in the kitchen.

After he entered the house, he first took K's empty bowl, added porridge for him to cool aside, and then took out the chicken legs and chicken breasts from the chicken soup pot. Finally, he handed it to K: "Try it, I added some peppercorns, I don't know if you can get used to it."

K stared at the plate of shredded chicken and was about to get his hands on it. Chen Yuan hurriedly removed the plate and moved the bamboo chopsticks forward: "Have you washed your hands? Use chopsticks."

K's hand was halfway out, and he raised his eyelids in displeasure. Chen Yuan was amused by the sadness in his eyes, and simply picked a chopstick of shredded chicken and brought it to K's mouth, smiling: "This kind of service can always be done." right?"

This time K didn't hesitate, he took it in one bite with his head down, wrapped it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chen Yuan approvingly.

Chen Yuan especially loves watching K's reaction after eating. The child has a clear distinction between likes and dislikes, and when he meets something he likes, his eyes can shine. Picking up shredded chicken with chopsticks, he muttered, "It's delicious? I remember I forgot to add sugar, the taste should be almost..."

The chef's instinct made Chen Yuan pick up a chopstick to taste the taste. He smacked his mouth a few times to make sure there was no sugar added, then turned around and added it, mixed it again and handed it to K: "Don't say anything, brother's things are also flawed, you have to Learn to distinguish between good and bad, and if you meet other cooks who can cook in the future, if you can tell a thing or two, you can be regarded as a half-knowledgeable cook."

K's gaze originally fell on the pair of chopsticks, but when he heard Chen Yuan's words, he was startled and asked, "In the future?"

"With such a big earth, it's impossible for me to be the only one who can cook."

Chen Yuan also brought the porridge over, stirred the heat with a spoon and put it in K's hand, raised his head and smiled at him: "Who knows how long we can stay here, the Federation's missiles will come as soon as they say it. You and I have known each other for a while." You can mention whatever you want to eat, and I will try my best to make it for you."

The fire in the kitchen had long been extinguished, and the windows were wide open. In the second half of the night, the darkness was as real as it was, cutting off all light, and the entire eco-city fell into a deep sleep. tone.

Chen Yuan put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the window, turned his head to look into the thick darkness, and didn't speak for a while.

K glanced at Chen Yuan while eating. The man by the window had peaceful features and the corners of his mouth were raised. Why, K always felt that that smile was a little swaying, and that person was also a little in a trance.

Another bowl of porridge bottomed out, this time all the good taste from before was gone.

K put down the bowl and chopsticks and raised his head to ask Chen Yuan: "What's the matter? Did Tianmu tell you anything?"

Chen Yuan turned his head slowly and saw the blond boy under the lamp looking at him solemnly. After thinking for a while, he chose the one he cared about the most: "E39116 was bombed, do you know?"

"I know, it happened half a year ago."

"That city is me..."

"Is it the eco-city where you lived?"

"No, I didn't live long, that's... I don't know if you can understand it,"

Chen Yuan pulled out a wry smile, and the tip of his tongue was a little astringent: "That place is the belief of all our Chinese."

The author has something to say: K: Not happy, he doesn't even know he kissed his wife!

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