I made eight dishes for lunch today.
Stacked on the round table, they are dazzling and full of fragrance, so that the people sitting around them have the word 'want to eat' written all over their faces.
No one was happy yet, Mr. Yuan held the chopsticks, "Oh, I thought Qiuqiu was joking when he said it was delicious, but I didn't expect it to be so delicious."
"Ahem, Grandpa Yuan, you haven't started eating yet."
"You don't need to start eating. Just smelling the smell, I already feel that my mind is open, which is not comparable to drinking the spirit nourishing liquid." Yuan Jianguo has a serious face, holding chopsticks, "Such an effect, no wonder you want to talk about eating and Drinking the spirit warming liquid is the same as treating it.”
"I can't help but start treatment now! Al, let's move our chopsticks!"
"Wait a minute—" Mrs. Ayer gripped Mr. Yuan's chopsticks, "You promised me that if you eat this meal, you will shoot me a video of drinking the spirit nourishing liquid for the next week, remember? "
"..."
"Have I ever said such a thing?" Yuan Jianguo was shocked, "I don't remember."
"Al, did you remember wrong—"
Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Ayer directly pressed the terminal, and a man's impassioned statement resounded through the dinner table: I won't eat! don't eat!
I will never eat it! Don't try to punish me!
I'm going to garden and fish.
"There's also the audio we agreed on, and it's here."
Yuan Jianguo:!
"You don't talk about Wude! How can you record it at will? It hurts me too much... why are you doing this!"
"Then do you admit to the bet? If you don't admit it, you can't eat it."
Yuan Jianguo glanced at the things on the table, and then thought about the nutrient solution, he struggled for a moment—
Then he immediately stretched his chopsticks towards the braised pork, "Okay, okay, I agree."
It's quite interesting that they come and go, Jiang Qiuqiu thought, there are various forms of treating patients, and occasionally joking and chatting with patients, life is actually very rich.
While thinking about it, Yuan Jianguo had already eaten several pieces of meat, and his speed was the fastest. Seeing Jiang Qiuqiu eating in a gentle manner, he added: "Little girl, don't be shy, it's so delicious, eat more."
"Let me ask." He picked up a piece of braised pork, "What kind of meat is this, and why is it so delicious?"
"It's Gugu Beast Meat."
"Cuckoo Beast!?"
It is the fear of being dominated by military rations again.
It was unbelievable, with a shocked face on his face, Yuan Jianguo ate several more pieces of braised pork.
"Grandpa Yuan, don't just eat meat, you can eat something else, such as this carrot—"
"No, no, no." Since the Federation recommends that individual soldiers with mental strength should consume enough vegetables every month, the higher the mental strength, the more vegetables they need to eat. Yuan Jianguo needs to eat a lot of vegetables every month. , He is fed up with eating vegetables usually, and he will continue to eat today... his mind is full of rejection.
But before he finished his refusal, he thought again, this is a dish made by the [Talented Food Healer], maybe...
"Okay, I'll try."
The stewing time of the carrots in the beef brisket is not too long, and the taste of the radish has not yet reached the point where it is particularly soft and rotten. It is stained with the smell of beef, wrapped in a rich and fragrant gravy, but it still maintains its bite. A hint of carrot.
The taste is strong but not heavy, and the taste is completely different from the previous vegetables, which makes Yuan Jianguo shine again.
This is also delicious.
So his chopsticks ran to the carrot brisket again. Jump back and forth between braised pork and carrot brisket.
With one chopstick on one side, it can be said that it is very wet with rain and dew.
Gene hybrids and spiritual power users both have big appetites. After almost an hour, the eight plates on the table were basically empty, and all three of them were drinking mutton soup with bowls in their hands.
The mutton soup with a little bit of spicy is Jianguo's favorite, two bowls are not enough, so I went to the kitchen to carry a big soup bowl.
But when he went, he was alone, but when he came, he wore a small tail.
A youthful, tender, smiling teenager in a light blue down jacket with gray hair dyed came in with him.
He first greeted Mrs. Al familiarly, and then suddenly found another person here, and he said, "Good afternoon, little sister, which one are you—"
Jiang Qiuqiu raised his head and met his eyes. Just as he was about to say hello, he saw the young man froze in place.
Three seconds of sluggishness, and then ecstasy.
"Choo Choo Choo!?"