Luo Yesheng walked up to the rooftop with the boiling soup pot, and saw a small gadget in it to play with. He put the bottom of the soup pot on the stove that was set up next to the table-the stove was the leftover rocking chair from the previous combination. of bamboo strips.
With a flick of the fingertips, a ray of sparks floated in, and the dried bamboo strips ignited, with small holes underneath for adding bamboo strips - the perfect outdoor stove.
"Uncle Luo, look."
"What is this?" Luo Yesheng took the metal object the size of a palm, "Waffle pan?"
grandfather:"… "
"No." He explained, "This is Jiugongge Hotpot!"
Luo Yesheng: "..."
"Grandpa did it." He said, "Grandpa said that Jiugongge looks like this."
Luo Yesheng's eyes suddenly turned to the rooftop, and he suddenly found that a corner of the guardrail in the distance was missing - obviously it was made by grandfather.
The metal ability really wants to melt anything, as long as it is metal!
He carefully looked at the "waffle pan" in his hand, touched Bianbian's head, and returned it, without attacking his grandfather's "handwork".
However, the words on the side gave Luo Yesheng inspiration. Yes, there is no Jiugongge pot, but there is a metal ability like grandpa, which can make grandpa fuse one according to the Jiugongge.
However, after thinking about it, Luo Yesheng dismissed the idea, and it's okay to rush to grandpa's craft.
He taught Bianbian how to cook hot pot.
"Be careful, don't burn your hands." Luo Yesheng couldn't help but wash a piece of bacon, and the bacon in the hot pot. Although the taste was a bit strange, it still couldn't hide the aroma of the hot pot.
It is simply better than all the hot pots I have eaten before the end of the world.
Is it because I haven't eaten it for too long, or because this bag of hot pot seasoning was given by a boss
Probably both.
Because the bacon with the soup base was a little weird, Luo Yesheng didn't feed it to Bianbian. After teaching Bianbian how to rinse it, he hurried back downstairs to prepare the remaining ingredients.
He moved the small bench and sat in front of the stove.
Originally wanted to wait for the two uncles to come together, but the tumbling bottom of the pot, the red oil and spices rose and fell, and the unique fragrance scrambled to tempt the sense of smell. Involuntary secretion of saliva.
So the little girl, with a small sense of guilt, quickly picked up a few pieces of potato chips with long chopsticks and put them into the pot.
The third-level zombie squatted on the ground a meter away, looking at it eagerly, the strange fragrance obviously attracted him.
He held a plate of bacon in his hand, looked at the tumbling hot pot, and then looked at the bacon in his hand.
The third-level zombie decisively put down the bacon and waited for the feeding like a hungry ghost.
Usually two zombies eat at the table, but their tableware is separated from the food and the side. Luo Yesheng will also wear gloves to wash the dishes separately, and then use the fire ability to sterilize them after washing.
There is no way to separate the hot pot, they can only watch it, and it will be cooked a little later.
"Uncle Zhu Yuan, don't worry, it'll be cooked in no time." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and approached the stove. No matter how hot he was, he was sweating profusely.
The potato chips were cooked, the little girl held the chopsticks, the first slice was given to the grandfather who silently carried his bowl, the second was given to Uncle Zhu Yuan, and the third was given to herself.
"Delicious!" His eyes lit up after taking a bite of potato chips, and the smell of hot pot opened another door for the little girl's need for food.
Jiang Yu came up with two large basins, took a long breath in intoxication, and all the cells in his body trembled.
"Uncle Jiang, here it is."
He picked up the last piece of boiled potato chips and fed it to Jiang Yu, who did not pay attention to the death ray thrown by his grandfather, and took it happily.
Jiang Yu never felt that he was a person with a heavy appetite, but at this moment, he felt that he was the happiest person.
The day the virus broke out, it happened to be his twentieth birthday. He was still studying at school, and his parents traveled all the way to the city where the school was located to give him birth, just to celebrate the first twenty in his life.
There happened to be a new hot pot restaurant in a classmate's house, so he just wanted to take his parents to the hot pot restaurant of his classmate's house. He told his classmates in advance and reserved a place. He wanted to go to the airport to pick them up, but his mother called and said: What to do, in such a hot day, what should I do if I have a heat stroke, but I can't find it, send the location, and we will take a taxi directly."
He was afraid that he would suffer from heat stroke when he went to the airport to pick him up, but they came all the way to celebrate his birthday without any trouble.
Jiang Yu arrived at the hot pot restaurant early, ordered the bottom of the pot and the dishes that his parents liked. The time passed little by little, but they never arrived. He couldn't help but make a phone call.
The mother said: "Oh, there is a lunatic biting someone in front of me for some reason. There is a car accident and the road is blocked. Son, if you are hungry, eat first. Your dad and I will probably be late..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard shrill screams in the background of the phone, the clattering of the car door, and his father's frantic roar: "Run!!" Happy" ends.
…
"Uncle Jiang, why are you crying?" He carefully looked at Jiang Yu, who had red eyes after eating a potato chip, and was confused, "Is it too hot? I just blew it."
Jiang Yu, who raised his hand to wipe his eyes, said cheekily, "No, uncle got sand in his eyes."
Side: "?"
"It's hot." Jiang Yu calmed down a few times, and tucked a fan in the creaking nest. He fanned while fanning, and condensed two basins full of ice into the two large basins - all he had left after the flowers were gone. The ice-type ability.
Ice cubes are much more durable than snowmen.
The cold air came out from the ice cubes, the fan was blowing, and the cold wind was blowing straight to the side, as comfortable as possible.
"Brother Jiang—!" Luo Ye called out from downstairs, Jiang Yu had to put down his fan and go downstairs.
When he reached the entrance of the stairs, Jiang Yu suddenly stopped.
Grandpa seems to have taken off his mask just now...
While putting some green vegetables carefully, Grandpa put the tableware and chopsticks he had used on the other side, kicked the third-level zombie, and walked behind him with a bowl of ice.
The third-level zombies were so greedy they almost stuffed their bowls into their stomachs. Seeing this, they had no choice but to pick up another bowl of ice and walked to the side. Rotate side by side to form a closed air conditioner.
Perfect.
The old zombie gave him an admiring look.
"Grandpa, Uncle Zhu Yuan, I'm not hot, you put the pots down." Focusing on the cooking, he raised his head and prepared to feed, and found that both Grandpa and Uncle Zhu Yuan were standing behind him.
The two zombies were indifferent.
Of course, it was Grandpa who was unilaterally indifferent and made a low voice, urging him to eat while he was eating.
"Okay." While thinking about it, she first picked up the hot dishes with her own chopsticks, and put them in grandpa's bowl. She held the bowl, stepped on the stool carefully, and used grandpa's chopsticks to feed grandpa herself.
"Grandpa, next time we will eat Jiugongge hot pot!"
The third-level zombie couldn't stand, and kept shaking to show his existence, and quickly coaxed him: "Wait a minute."
…
A helicopter flew from the sky one kilometer away from the rooftop. There were four people in the helicopter. They were all men, with bald heads, broad shoulders, and thick backs. Their muscles were stretched out, and their clothes were held tight and full of explosive energy.
The propeller of the fuselage is covered with a layer of film, which does not affect its rotation, but shields all the sound it makes when it rotates.
It came silently over this area.
"This is what the signal point shows." A bald head squinted and said, with an electronic screen standing upright on his wrist, with a small red dot standing out in the middle, and four small green dots around the small red dot, which were pointing towards the little red dot. point close.
At this moment, the bald nose that was flying the plane moved: "...what's the smell."
Bald head three: "What's the smell?"
"If I fucking smell it right, this is the smell of hot pot!" The mouth responded before the brain, and the bald head who spoke swallowed his throat reflexively.
Bald Four: "I smelled it too."
"Someone cooks hot pot here?" The four bald heads looked at each other, "Who the hell is so extravagant."
"Wait... the smell is coming from the direction of the signal source."
The plane silently approached the Jinxin community diagonally above, and then, what did they see
A little girl wearing a pink princess dress, with a princess hair comb, and a glittering princess crown in the middle, in front of her is cooking a red oil hot pot that can tempt everyone's appetite!
That is the authentic red oil hot pot that is out of print after the end of the world!
She also used long chopsticks to swipe slices of meat in the pot!
behind her-
The pupils of the four well-informed bald-headed abilities instantly condensed into a linear shape.
Those are two zombies holding basins of ice! ! !