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

When the setting sun fills the room, everyone who has dinner has arrived.

Two chestnut-haired girls looked haughty, and they sat on the sofa and whispered as if they were in no one's land; three older men came to Chen Yuan in turn, looking at them in amazement.

Tianmu yelled at the little workers to wash vegetables, choose vegetables, wash dishes, and put them on plates; Almond and K arrived last, and heard his voice before seeing him, and Chen Yuan heard Almond's loud voice "Really, Even Tianmu says it’s delicious? My brother is too domineering!"

I don't have a brother as stupid as you!

Chen Yuan was so busy that he didn't even bother to give him a look.

It was not an easy dinner.

One is the lack of seasoning, and the other is the large quantity. Chen Yuan alone processed about [-] potatoes, half of which were shredded and fried, and the other half were ground into mud and steamed in a pot.

Plus panlong eggplant, salt-roasted chicken leg, tomato egg soup, eggplant chicken, clear cucumber, sweet and sour pork... After serving the last dish, Chen Yuan was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to carry the bowl.

These end-time people who have never eaten good food don't understand table manners, they serve one dish after another, and when Chen Yuan comes to the table, the crowd is in full swing, and there is no time to pay attention to him.

The salty mashed potatoes were the first ones to be snatched up. The soft and glutinous taste was similar to nutritional supplements, but the taste was a hundred times better. In order to grab the last bite left on the plate, the two proud goddesses quarreled with each other. shelf.

Salt-roasted chicken drumsticks are also very popular, but everyone is not used to spitting out the bones, and it is a bit laborious to eat, so Almond rolls his eyes from choking.

The sweet and sour tenderloin is seasoned with diced tomatoes. The tenderloin without batter is not easy to bite after frying, so everyone threw away the bamboo chopsticks they were not used to and started pulling it with their hands.

Some people prefer sweet and sour sauce, so they grab the plate and lick it directly, and they have to protect the plate from being snatched away.

As soon as Chen Yuan came to the table, he saw such a scene of demons dancing wildly. He stayed there for a few seconds, picked up a piece of scrambled egg from the tomato and egg soup closest to him with his chopsticks.

The eggs were scrambled well, and the soup would be much brighter with a little more pepper.

Chen Yuan chewed the egg expressionlessly, silently calculating in his heart.

The ingredients are all good, but the key seasonings are too poor, balsamic vinegar, oil-intensive light soy sauce, onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, pepper, five-spice powder, bean paste, and sweet noodle sauce... Without these, how can Chinese food have a soul?

Chen Yuan was so worried that he bit his chopsticks, so when someone asked him what he wanted to eat, he replied without thinking: "Potato shreds, that one is not bad."

K stood up without saying a word, walked to the other end of the long table, and took the dish from the hands of the three people who were fighting red-faced.

"Save a bite for the chef."

K's voice was not high, but it made everyone stop the noise immediately.

Then, he crossed the crowd, put the plate of stir-fried potato shreds in front of Chen Yuan, raised his eyes and smiled: "Thanks for your hard work."

Only then did everyone see Chen Yuan, and rushed to wave to him: "Hello Chef, Chef has worked hard!"

"Oh, brother, it's too comfortable!"

Badam finally got over his breath, and excitedly walked over and patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder: "I never knew that food could be so delicious! How tender you are!"

Chen Yuan was almost buried in the bowl by his shots, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it: "Hehe, as long as everyone enjoys eating, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"Get used to it, get used to it!"

Probably due to a full dinner, the almond is like a crowing rooster, full of energy: "Tianmu has always said how delicious the traditional diet is, and we can't even imagine it. I just found out today that it is tender and delicious! Dude, you are so capable! We can't thank you enough!"

A single stone of almond wood stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone who ate high echoed.

"It's really amazing, it's so delicious!"

"Chef Chen opened up a new world for us!"

"The Federation is so bad that we are not allowed to eat such delicious food!"

"This is an insult to the country of China! It is the trampling of the people by the iron hooves of the dictatorship!"

"Don't discuss political affairs while eating, don't discuss political affairs!"

Chen Yuan turned his face sideways to avoid the sound. This apocalyptic accent with a southern dialect and a northern dialect is more difficult to understand than in school. This group of people are too careless about eating. The table is a mess, with chopsticks in various postures. .

Only K, who was next door, sat upright, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of diced chicken and put it in his mouth. Seeing this, Chen Yuan couldn't help but curled his lips, and asked, "Team K, let you eat meat now."

K chewed the diced chicken in small bites, put the bamboo chopsticks together and put them next to the bowl, then raised his head and smiled at Chen Yuan: "The taste is very good, thank you Brother Yuan."

"It's easy to say, as long as everyone enjoys eating." Chen Yuan was also hungry at the moment, and poured down two large bowls of rice with egg soup and leftovers on the table.

It stands to reason that the two-season rice in the south is definitely not as good as the rice in the north that Chen Yuan is used to, but at this time, Chen Yuan can't tell the difference. It would be perfect to have a little pickle with the meal.

After finishing the meal noisily, Chen Yuan didn't need to do the cleaning up, he burped for a long time when he was full, wiped his mouth and went out to digest.

The eco-city that I searched for is reluctant to use electricity, and it is dark at night. District 5 is far away from residential areas and can only be illuminated by the stars and moon.

Chen Yuan was blinded when he left the villa, not to mention the darkness everywhere, and the muffled cry of frogs could be heard from time to time, he lost his direction after walking a few steps, and simply walked along the path towards the artificial lake.

Such a dark summer night is especially like the summer vacation when the power went out when I was a child. Everyone in the courtyard came out, shaking cattail fans and passing watermelon, salted peanuts, and stewed chicken feet to each other. Chase the whole yard and run.

Chen Yuan smiled, then drooped his face, this is no good, why are you thinking about the 21st century again?

This hellish place is here, I have to find a way to live well, what's the use of crying?

This is not good, very unmanly.

Chen Yuan, a pure man, pulled himself together, bent down to touch a small stone, and stretched his arms far into the lake.

"Gan Linniang's stupid zombie! You, Mr. Chen, will clean you up sooner or later!"

The sudden roar startled the noisy frogs at the bottom of the lake, and they all shut their mouths and remained silent.

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It was the sound of a branch being trampled. Someone was in the woods.

All the living people in District 5 are in the villa at the moment, what is that... thing?

Countless versions of scaring children flashed through his mind, and Chen Yuan stood at attention with brushed hairs, and he shouted at the dark woods: "Who's there?!"

The author has something to say: Damn, I’m hungry for writing myself...

A little angel said that all dishes are spicy. Regarding this question, the author from Chongqing breathed out smoke rings and gave in soullessly: Well, I can make non-spicy dishes...

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: Mengyou 1;

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Landmine]: a cat waiting for fish, an author who is about to suffocate, oh poker 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

20 bottles of wood grain; 5 bottles of Gu Qichi, Oh Oh Poker, Wanli Xuepiao, Changan Cathy;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!