"exist."
Qin Ran nodded.
There is no perfunctory, let alone deception.
The dead are real.
Whether it is in other dungeon worlds or in this dungeon world, it exists.
only…
Time smooths everything out.
When Qin Ran answered, Boss Dao kept watching Qin Ran. When he saw Qin Ran nodding, the elegant chef's expression became a little excited.
"Can I see you?"
Boss Dao suppressed his excitement and asked, so that the other party's voice changed a little.
"It's hard."
Qin Ran replied in a flat tone.
The same is true, in the dungeon world in front of you, there is no shadow of supernatural, and the mysterious side has become a legend. If you want to get in touch with the mysterious side, supernatural is a foundation, or you are a person with extraordinary talents.
And the knife boss in front of him is neither the former nor the latter.
However, when he heard Qin Ran's answer, the other party was slightly relieved.
"Difficult, better than hopeless."
"Drink tea."
The other party picked up the teacup with a smile, and took a small sip with his mouth pursed.
Qin Ran drank it all in one gulp.
The aroma of tea burst out of his mouth immediately, and Qin Ran's spirit was shocked, and even the tiredness dissipated a lot at this time.
"Good tea."
Qin Ran praised.
He doesn't understand tea, but it doesn't mean he can't tell the difference between good and bad after tasting it.
"Tea is not good."
"The good thing is..."
"water!"
Boss Knife reiterated again, and then raised his hand and tapped the transparent water bottle, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said, "It's what I found after a lot of hard work."
"very nice."
Qin Ran expressed his admiration directly.
He didn't need to check again, he had already seen the extraordinaryness of this water bottle just now, he didn't know where the other party found the water, but he knew that the glass water bottle in front of him exuded a jade-like warm feeling.
Qin Ran didn't know what material it was.
But he understands the value of this water bottle.
"So, try more."
Boss Knife picked up the teapot again, and the green tea was poured into the cup slowly.
"How should I meet the dead."
"You have no talent."
Qin Ran didn't play tricks.
He roughly understood what the other party meant by seeing him alone.
People, who have nothing to worry about.
More or less nothing.
Too many, hard to own, so obsessive and crazy.
Few, facing each other indifferently, but couldn't bear a sigh.
life and death
This is the farthest distance.
"So, it's hard?"
"Um."
Qin Ran picked up the teacup and drank it down again in one gulp.
"What about other methods?"
Boss Dao picked up the teapot and poured tea for Qin Ran again.
"Extreme!"
"Achieving the ultimate beyond ordinary people!"
Qin Ran said.
Some things he couldn't and couldn't explain.
Short and to the point is better.
"It's really difficult."
Boss Dao sighed, but his eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body seemed to come out of a certain state, as if he had come to life.
The other party was not frightened at all.
Compared with no hope, a glimmer of hope is enough to change a person's life.
Boom, boom, boom.
The knock on the door sounded again, Boss Dao motioned for Qin Ran to do it, stood up and walked towards the door.
Liu Ye'er came in carrying a tray covered with white woven gauze cloth. When it was placed on the table, even though the other party was very cautious, there was still a muffled 'bang'.
Obviously, the pallet is heavy.
When the spun cloth was lifted, Kieran saw something on the tray... no, it should be said to be something on the chopping board.
Tandoor, iron pot, wood, on the left.
A large piece of pork belly, onion, ginger, garlic, oil, chili and vinegar are placed on the right.
A long and narrow kitchen knife, a pair of chopsticks, a spoon and three porcelain bowls are placed in the middle.
Boss Dao took out the clay stove, filled it with wood, lit it, and put the iron pot on it. Then, the bottle of water was poured into the pot, and then the pork belly was put directly into the iron pot, and the pot was covered.
According to what Qin Ran knew, cold-water pork should be better without the blood.
But he did not question the knife boss's approach.
He just watched the knife boss start cutting the onion and ginger.
The knife technique is sophisticated, the scallions are of the same size, the ginger slices are almost transparent, and the garlic is foamy, as delicate as mud.
Just over a minute later, the hot water in the bottle made a gurgling sound in the iron pot. The knife boss carefully opened a gap in the pot lid, and then, with a long and narrow kitchen knife, chopped all the onions, ginger, and garlic sent into the pot.
Covering the pot again, Boss Dao put the hot sauce into a small bowl, then poured the oil into the spoon and brought it close to the tandoor.
The burning charcoal quickly heats up the oil. When the aroma of the oil wafts out, the knife owner pours the oil into a small bowl with peppers.
laugh!
With a unique crisp sound, the raw peppers are quickly rolled in the hot oil, becoming crisp and cooked.
The spiciness permeated Qin Ran's nose, intertwined with the sour smell of acetic acid poured out of another small bowl, making people's index fingers twitch.
Qin Ran unconsciously looked at the iron pot.
He has one more expectation.
ten minutes!
For Qin Ran, who was looking forward to it, it really felt like years passed by. When he saw the knife boss undo the lid of the pot and use the kitchen knife to cut the meat into small pieces directly in the iron pot, he couldn't wait to pick it up. Chopsticks.
Use only the remaining porcelain bowl to copy it in the iron pot.
A bowl of boiled meat with soup was placed in front of Qin Ran.
Boss Dao put the vinegar and oil-sprayed chili in front of Qin Ran, raised his hand, and said, "Please."
In fact, before the boss spoke, Kieran had already moved his chopsticks.
The meat was soft and it didn't look like it was cooked in a short time.
Especially after dipping it in some vinegar and soaking it in chili oil, Qin Ran's eyes narrowed.
He had a culinary level close to mimosa.
And after he picked up the porcelain bowl and drank the soup in one gulp, he felt that the cooking skills of the other party almost reached the cooking level of mimosa.
Of course, Qin Ran knew very well that this should have something to do with the other party's selection of materials.
Water, pork belly, even those seasonings are extraordinary things.
However, does this have anything to do with Qin Ran
No.
He only knew that eating up these things was the best choice.
When Qin Ran stopped his chopsticks, the table in front of him was as clean as new, especially the tableware, as if they had been washed, even the small bowls with vinegar and chili oil. There is not even a little bit of soup left.
call.
Qin Ran let out a satisfied breath.
"Thank you for the food."
Qin Ran said so.
After eating delicious food, Qin Ran was more sincere than usual.
"No thanks, Eckerd paid enough for the meal."
"And, if you want to say thank you, I should be the one thanking you. You let me confirm something that I have not been able to confirm for a long time."
"I don't like to owe people favors, so..."
"I'll tell you a matching message in return."
"Of course, you can choose other options."
The knife boss smiled and waved his hand.
"for example… "
"Will you make me another meal?"
Qin Ran pointed to the iron pot on the table.
"Do you know the value of this news?"
The knife boss was startled.
"Know."
"As important as what it carries."
Qin Ran pointed at the iron pot
Boss Dao stared blankly at Qin Ran, and then...
A sincere smile spread across the other party's face.
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