System 5555, the second-generation system, has autonomous evolution and learning functions, is a perfect creation, the host's best friend, the angel of hope that brings love and peace to the original owner...
All in all, the System 5555 is a good learner.
The first thing it learned from Luo Jiujiang was that Han Qianling was more important than everything else.
Don't ask why, just ask "Wow Qianling!", "It's Qianling!", "My Qianling!"
Damn mental retardation.
So now, it and Luo Jiujiang are riding a high-speed train back home, because it is said that "the breath of Qianling came from the direction of the original owner's hometown."
As for why Luo Jiujiang failed to accurately locate the location of Hanqianling, it probably has something to do with the obstruction of Heaven.
Luo Jiujiang had a pessimistic view on why Fang Tiandao deliberately concealed the aura of Han Qianling.
He felt that the other party might want to chew on Qianling's soul fragments and swallow it for himself.
The system, on the other hand, held the opposite opinion to him, just didn't dare to say it.
- The way of heaven here is too wise. Knowing that Luo Jiujiang could die for the sake of "Han Qianling", he quickly hid people.
If you can hide it more tightly, then how much trouble can everyone be relieved.
In any case, since people are not hiding, there is no need to say anything. The system numbly instructed Luo Jiujiang to book a high-speed rail ticket to his hometown.
The words Luo Jiujiang said before, "You can't let the child go back to his hometown alone, otherwise the old man will feel very distressed", obviously he rubbed it and ate it back by himself.
Luo Jiujiang said: "I can lift iron to show the old man and tell him that being thin is the result of fitness. One ton is not enough to lift two tons, he will definitely believe it."
system:"… "
The system doesn't want to talk.
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Lin Jingjiang's hometown is relatively remote. In addition to taking a ten-hour high-speed train ride, he also needs to transfer to a passenger car. Finally, he can drag his suitcase for a while, or take a three-wheeled electric vehicle for three yuan.
The whole journey will take about a day.
So System 5555 takes it for granted that it has at least one day to rest. Of course, during the journey, it is happy to chat with the host, or scroll the screen to display the e-book or something.
After all, as long as his host is not a demon, he is very generous, generous, tolerant and considerate, and it is a pleasure to chat with him.
But the system underestimated Luo Jiujiang.
It never imagined that for a person like Luo Jiujiang, he could be a demon regardless of time, place, or occasion.
It was as if it never thought that Luo Jiujiang people could teleport in the blink of an eye on the high-speed rail. Just like the timed check-in, he suddenly flew to Ji Shijie's house at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and then beat him up again!
system:[… ]
It also thought that Luo Jiujiang had forgotten about this matter, how could he still remember it!
Coincidentally, I watched the live broadcast today with trepidation, and learned from the live broadcast that Luo Jiujiang was going back to his hometown, so Ji Shijie, who had suspended the live broadcast for a day, also thought so.
Luo Jiujiang replied to the system: [It's just a back and forth, and it's not troublesome. ]
His reply to Ji Shijie was much simpler, with only two words: "Repay the money!"
Ji Shijie was really about to cry.
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Afterwards, the system finally remembered and asked Luo Jiujiang: [Host, you obviously have this ability, so why don't you just go home, take a high-speed rail, a bus, and an electric three-wheeler? ]
After all, you can jump hundreds of kilometers to beat the target person in an instant, then jump hundreds of kilometers, and return to the high-speed rail as if nothing happened.
Luo Jiujiang said very calmly, very innocently, and very confidently: [Because I abide by the rules of the world! ]
The system was at a loss for words.
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The town has blue tiles and white walls, and on the public avenue, the ground is ground flat cement.
When it comes to small courtyards, people generally do not lay red bricks or plaster cement.
The courtyard stone is usually paved with a kind of local specialty blue stone. The slate is thick and the stone surface is smooth. The color and green moss are matched together to create a kind of tranquility between the grass and trees, and it feels cool to watch in summer.
Mr. Lin moved a bench and sat in the bluestone courtyard.
He hid under the black-tiled eaves, holding a hookah in his hand and smoking. Sometimes when the soot accumulates, I just knock it on the bluestone floor—convenient and strong.
The little old man squinted his eyes, and in the vertical and horizontal lines on his face, there is a bit of life's wisdom hidden in each paragraph.
Mr. Lin is a cook. Generally speaking, a skinny cook weighs 300 pounds. But he is different, he is not tall, and his figure is shriveled.
Only people who invite the old man to show his face and make a finale during festivals, weddings and banquets will know that the old man is not shriveled, and he can even carry a large iron pot of more than ten kilograms, and he can also cook flowers.
When others reach their old age, fame and fortune, all that should be seen are seen. The only thing he cares about is probably his own grandson.
It was at this time that Luo Jiujiang dragged his suitcase and walked into the courtyard gate.
Mr. Lin's originally squinted eyes suddenly widened.
"Back?" he said happily.
Luo Jiujiang looked at the old man with contented wrinkles in front of him, and his heart softened.
He always has nothing to do with this old-fashioned old man. This is the case for the old lady who is full of love at home, and the same for the old man Lin who is so excited that he swallowed his cigarettes in one gulp.
"Come back, how are you doing?"
"Very good." Mr. Lin came over and grabbed Luo Jiujiang's arm, his strength was still quite strong, "You come back today, the old man will cook the stove! Tell grandpa what food you want to eat, the vegetables in the back garden are all fresh, meat Yes, there are chickens... everything can be made and eaten.”
Luo Jiujiang supported the old man with his backhand, and said with a smile, "I won't bother you anymore... Would you like to try my craft?"
Mr. Lin was a little startled: "Xiao Jiang can cook?"
"Yes. I came back this time to learn how to cook with you and to inherit your skills."
The old man was even happier when he heard it: "Good! Good! We Xiaojiang are sensible."
"Then for the reception banquet for you today, you have to ask grandpa to come."
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When the live broadcast room was opened, fans were a little surprised.
- "Did the anchor start the broadcast so early, didn't you ask for a day off yesterday?"
- "It's time to get home now, the anchor has been exhausted all day."
However, such a voice was quickly suppressed, because what appeared in the camera was not the familiar face, but a pair of old hands.
The voice of the anchor in the voice-over is clear: "Go home, grandpa said to make braised pork to eat. I thought about it, everyone is still at work at this point, and they may be hungry, so I will show you."
... What a bad anchor!
So why not take the lens a little closer? !
The pork used for braised pork was picked by Luo Jiujiang and Mr. Lin on the street together. Luo Jiujiang, as usual, washed the whole piece of pork with spiritual energy while Mr. Lin was not paying attention.
This made the old man very shocked when he held the pork later: "When did that meat station in the town pay a lot of money to buy this kind of good meat?"
The deliberately selected pork has three layers of five flowers. The meat is tender and pink, and it is slightly sticky to the touch.
The back of the old man's hand was already full of blue veins, stretched with a layer of loose dark flesh, and he picked up the knife and was still unequivocal. The pork stick was still tough, but he raised the knife and cut the pork belly neatly into pieces.
The barrage praised:
- "The anchor is really from a family background"
- "Now I know how the anchor's swordsmanship is practiced."
When the meat was ready, Mr. Lin started to fry the sugar.
Fried candy color is a delicate job, and the grasp of the heat must be extraordinarily precise.
Once the sugar color is fried, the meat tastes burnt and bitter. But if it is not fried enough, the sugar color will be light. Without the visual stimulation of the thick sauce and thick sauce, no matter how full the taste is, the taste is also lacking in meaning.
The old man was not at all frightened by the camera. Witnessed by netizens, Wenru Taishan fry the sugar into the sweetest, bubbly, burnt red color that makes the index finger move the most.
Needless to say, putting the meat in the pot, just looking at the fried sugar sauce, many people can't help but start drooling.
Then the meat pieces are placed in the pan, rolled evenly in the sugar juice, and stained with a wonderful crimson color. Accompanied by the light hissing sound in the pot, the meat pieces were colored, and each of them was full of juice. They were cooked in the pot, and the charred edges were slightly fried.
The meaty and sweet fragrance is almost ready to come out across the screen, and through the most vivid visual stimulation, it rushes towards the audience.
One word, greedy; two words, so greedy; three words, really want to cry!
In Mr. Lin's kitchen, all kinds of seasonings are complete. Onion, ginger, and cinnamon are just the basic seasoning, and fennel aniseed is also a regular spice.
Waiting for the strawberry angelica and red branches to be thrown in, this pot of meat is not only pure sweet, but also locks in the aroma of the gravy, all kinds of spices are stewed to create a wonderful sweetness, all with the slow fire. The stewing time, bit by bit, seeps into the meat.
Mr. Lin is not in a hurry to adjust the heat. It should be noted that the braised pork has to be stewed slowly to taste.
As the saying goes, slow down the fire, use less water, don't rush him when he is cooked, he will be beautiful when the fire is full!
The braised pork was simmered for nearly two hours. Not only was the skin crispy and the meat rotten, the red meat was elastic, and the white meat was smooth. As soon as the upper and lower rows of teeth were bitten, a mouthful of sweet and delicious gravy suddenly overflowed. Mixed with the light sweet aroma that hits the nose, it is simply the first-class enjoyment in the world.
Netizens stared at the meat pot obsessively across the screen, enduring the visual torment.
The residents of half the town could smell the looming aroma of meat on the road, suffering from the torment of their sense of smell.
In the lobby room, Mr. Lin collected the braised pork and put it into a pot. A large pot full of thickened braised pork is shiny, the soup is rich and full, and the fragrance is ten miles away, but in the end, only two people could enter.
At this moment, their happiness is better than that of thousands of fans watching the live broadcast, and half of a small town.
Just when Luo Jiujiang was about to put down his chopsticks, his expression suddenly became solemn.
The system was stunned again.
Sure enough, the next moment, the door of the Lin family was slammed.
The door opened, and standing in front of the door was a young man with a polite but gloomy and tired look.
"My surname is Han, I'm a tourist who came to the nearby mountain to climb the mountain." The man introduced himself, "It's getting late, and there is no hotel to be found here. Can you stay here for one night?"