This room was the reception room of the former steel factory, with a toilet. Although it was abandoned, it still had its owner, and water had always been there, so it was this room that Li Yan first grabbed.
This place looks pretty desolate, but apart from close to the factory, it is quite lively when the weather is warm, and there is no one here at all. The people who are just like them are looking for a place to idle, but they are not as diligent as they are.
Gu Fei doesn't come here often, but today I want to invite Jiang Cheng to have a meal, but I don't want to be too far away from home. There are no decent restaurants nearby. He thought of this when Jiang Cheng said it didn't matter.
"No heating, right here?" Jiang Cheng stomped on the sofa.
"Make a fire yourself," Gu Fei took an igniter from the table and threw it to him. "The bag next to the sofa is filled with carbon. You can find some rags outside... Will you make a fire?"
"Yes." Jiang Cheng got up and went out. After two seconds, he slammed into the door and came in again, holding a piece of rag in his hand, with a stiff expression on his face.
Gu Fei was holding a pack of disposable plates and was about to divide the dishes first. He was taken aback by his movement: "What's the matter?"
"Fuck me," Jiang Cheng pinched the rag with his fingernails, "I just picked up this thing... There is actually a dead mouse underneath! It scares me enough!"
"Then you still hold it firmly?" Gu Fei didn't understand.
"I think it should be easy to use, so it's strong..." Jiang Cheng threw the rag into the brick stove, "it should be enough to use it for ignition."
"You can take ten more steps to find something else to light up. There are no dead mice underneath." Gu Fei continued to put the dishes on the plate.
"It's so cold that I don't want to move," Jiang Cheng squatted in front of the stove, "I think I can also practice now. There are cockroaches in Li Baoguo's pot."
"He doesn't usually cook, he takes care of the food where he plays cards," Gu Fei said.
"I can see it," Jiang Yan lit the piece of cloth. "If you want to take care of the bed, I guess he can sell this house."
"It can't be sold," Gu Fei took the pot to the faucet in the toilet and took a pot of water out.
"...Oh." Jiang Cheng put two pieces of carbon into the fire, staring at them seemingly surprised.
After the carbon was all set, Gu Fei put a pot of water on it, then smashed two pieces of ginger and threw it in, followed by a small packet of goji berries and red dates.
"Do you make soup?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Well," Gu Fei held the lid, "Do you like soup or meat?"
"... What do you mean?" Jiang Cheng looked at him with a bewildered look, "You cook a pot of chicken, and then only let me choose between drinking soup and chewing meat?"
Gu Fei sighed, "No. Put the chicken in cold water. The soup will be thicker and delicious. When the water is boiled, put the chicken on it. The taste of the chicken will be fuller."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng replied in surprise, "Why?"
Gu Fei felt that Jiang Cheng’s reaction perfectly embodied the qualities of a true scholar, lacking common sense and curiosity, but he did not want to explain to Jiang Cheng: "You just say which one you like."
"Tang." Jiang Cheng replied briefly, and took out the phone.
"Well," Gu Fei put the chicken in the pot and closed the lid, "the chicken is already cooking, let's grill and eat it first."
"Okay," Jiang Cheng stood up while looking at the phone, "What am I going to do?"
"Eat." Gu Fei replied.
Li Yan and his gang especially like to grill here, so they have a good selection of things. After Gu Fei set up the grill, he put some charcoal from the stove. Today, they bought ready-made meat directly. Just brush the ingredients and bake it, it's very simple.
"Put chicken in cold water, and the flavor of the chicken will be completely released as the temperature rises a little bit, so the soup will be very thick." Jiang Cheng sat by the stove and looked at the phone while roasting the fire. "Put the chicken in boiling water, chicken The outer skin will be cooked instantly, and the flavor will be sealed inside. In this case, the chicken will have a stronger flavor... right?"
"...Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Are you still making a note?"
"This kind of text generally doesn't require memorization of the original text, just understand the meaning." Jiang Cheng also looked at him.
Gu Fei turned his head and started painting the meat. When Jiang Cheng said this kind of words, he was very academic and he was of the type that you couldn't continue talking when he opened his mouth.
"Are you always gathering here? There are so many things," Jiang Cheng stood next to the grill, "Even cumin?"
"Cumin, pepper and chili powder are all available, but I don't know if it has expired or when they bought it." Gu Fei said.
"... Sun," Jiang Cheng took the bottle, "Let me see... the shelf life is 36 months, it should be no problem, you will not come to eat more than 30 months ago."
"How long is 36 months?" Gu Fei took the bottle without lifting his head and began to spread the powder.
"Three years." Jiang Cheng said.
"At most half a month ago," Gu Fei said, "You are really particular. I usually eat as long as I smell it."
"You have to eat like this because you don't understand the shelf life." Jiang Cheng said.
"Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him, "it can't compare with Xueba's meticulous life."
After the skewers were grilled, the oil began to drip down after a short while, and the smoke filled the room began to emit a strong fragrance.
Baking skewers is not a technically difficult job, and Gu Fei seemed to be very skilled, so Jiang Cheng didn't help, and sat back next to the chicken soup and grilled on the fire.
There was silence outside, and the sky was completely dark. The open window looked like a piece of black cloth, which made people feel a bit cold, but the stove and barbecue in front of them were bright and reliable.
This feeling is very strange, like sitting in a small cornmeal bun that day, outside is a cold street, there is cold wind, and the car is quiet.
Now outside the window is black unknown and uneasy, but before my eyes is bright and warm.
Jiang Cheng quite liked this feeling.
After such a long time, he came here with depression and anger, confusion and confusion, and all kinds of unsuitability. It has been until today that he suddenly felt like stepping on the ground.
Although this feeling may only be temporary, or just an illusion on the senses, he still couldn't help but want to experience it quietly at this moment.
"Can you eat spicy food?" Gu Fei asked.
"Just a little bit, not too much." Jiang Cheng said.
Gu Fei sprinkled some chili powder, put a few bunches of meat on the plate and handed it to him: "Try it, I like it a bit mushy. These skewers are not very mushy."
"I also like it a little burnt," Jiang Cheng took a bite, "It tastes good."
"I thought you guys don't eat burnt skewers. The shelf life depends on the quality of life. Why don't you worry about carcinogenesis if you eat them?" Gu Fei continued to grill the meat skewers on the shelf.
"Are you annoying?" Jiang Cheng said as he ate, "How much resentment do you have against Xueba, so stubborn." (End of this chapter)