In the largest restaurant in Neptune City, Jun Changxiao sat in a high-standard wing room and started chatting with Liu Sinan, who thought the two were old friends without knowing it.
Not long.
Plates of delicacies were served.
Because it is a coastal city, the cuisine is mainly seafood.
Liu Sinan closed his eyes, took a breath, and praised: "I've heard people say that the seafood feast in Neptune City is the best in the upper world, but now you can tell it by just smelling the aroma!"
"Brother Liu is a gourmet?" Jun Chang asked with a smile.
"I don't dare to be a gourmet." Liu Sinan said rather modestly, "It's just that I'm very greedy on weekdays, and I like to taste the delicacies of the world."
A master can't starve to death without eating, but who doesn't want to eat delicious food
"please."
"please."
The two greeted each other politely, and began to taste the seafood feast.
I won’t describe the process of eating, I’m afraid that the instant noodles in your bowl will suddenly become stale.
"good!"
"good!"
Liu Sinan was full of praise while eating.
"Why."
Jun Changxiao put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"coming!"
The system said: "The actor is about to perform!"
Liu Sinan was quite puzzled and said, "Sect Master Jun, why don't you eat it? Don't you like seafood?"
"Why."
Jun Changxiao sighed first, then stood up and pointed at the table full of seafood, and said indignantly: "It's such a good food, but it's so unpalatable, it's really a waste of money!"
"..."
Liu Sinan was dumbfounded.
The seafood feast here is very good, how can it be unpalatable
Even if it doesn't suit his taste, there's no need to get angry. Could it be that this guy's pickiness about food has reached a terrifying level
"Brother Liu."
Jun Chang laughed and said, "You may think I'm a trickster, but in fact, the chef in this restaurant doesn't know how to cook at all, and the food he makes is unpalatable and soulless!"
"..."
The corners of Liu Sinan's mouth twitched slightly.
He only knows whether the food is delicious or not. He has never heard of it and he needs to have a soul.
"Don't eat!"
Jun Chang smiled and flicked his chopsticks, and sat down angrily.
Liu Sinan suppressed his voice and said: "Sect Master Jun, a table of seafood feast should at least cost Ten Thousand Profound Stones, if you don't eat it, it will be a waste."
"Brother Liu, please rest assured."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "I'm treating guests to this meal, waste is waste."
Hearing the word 'treat', Liu Sinan really felt relieved, picked up his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Then I'll eat it."
"Snapped!"
Jun Changxiao took out a bowl of fried rice from the interspatial ring, and said, "Brother Liu eats seafood, and I eat what I prepared myself."
"This is?"
Liu Sinan was surprised.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "The fried rice made by Zongmen's chef."
"..."
Liu Sinan was suddenly a little dizzy.
Instead of eating the expensive seafood feast, he ate fried rice similar to dry food. Is this guy sick
"Brother Liu."
Jun Chang smiled and asked, "Would you like a copy?"
"no no!"
Liu Sinan hurriedly said seriously: "I'd better eat the seafood feast first, so as not to waste it."
There are precious delicacies such as big lobster and king crab on one side, and cold fried rice on the other. As long as the brain is not kicked by the donkey, everyone knows what to choose.
"Oh well."
Jun Changxiao picked up his chopsticks and ate fried rice, mouth full of babble.
Liu Sinan let go of his appetite completely, and gorged on the delicacies on the table, but from time to time, he turned aside and saw that the other party was happier eating than his own, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Is this better than a seafood feast?"
"ah!"
After a while, Jun Changxiao leaned on the back of the chair, took off the rice grains with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth, closed his eyes and savored carefully, saying: "This is the real food, and this is the absolute soul!"
"..."
The corner of Liu Sinan's mouth twitched.
A guy who ate fried rice for countless nights, actually ate his soul level, his brain must be sick!
"Brother Liu, come, have a drink!"
"Come!"
After drinking a glass of wine, Jun Changxiao continued to eat, there was a loud movement in his mouth, and he looked very dazzled.
Liu Sinan was immediately infected, feeling that the seafood on the table was no longer fragrant!
"Brother Liu, why don't you eat?"
"..."
Liu Sinan couldn't take it anymore, and asked weakly, "Sect Master Jun, is this fried rice really delicious?"
"certainly."
Jun Chang laughed and said, "No fancy words can describe it!"
Seeing his exaggeration, Liu Sinan became even more curious, so he smiled and said, "Can I have a bowl?"
"Why."
The system said helplessly: "It's still tricked."
"Fine."
Jun Changxiao took out a bowl of fried rice from the space ring and pushed it over.
Liu Sinan lowered his head and examined the fried rice carefully, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, because judging from the color alone, it was obviously a long time ago.
What is the standard of food? It is delicious in color, fragrance and taste.
Although the color of the fried rice is still golden because of the overnight, it is obviously much duller.
As for the taste... Liu Sinan leaned over and sniffed it, but he didn't smell it at all. He immediately concluded in his heart that this bowl of fried noodles was mostly used to fill his stomach, and it was not a delicacy at all.
Why does Sovereign Jun eat so delicious
If you guessed right, this person has a serious lack of taste!
"Brother Liu."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Eat it while it's hot."
This fried rice is obviously cold, eat it while it's hot!
After all, Liu Sinan was a well-mannered person, although he felt a little regretful, he still picked up the spoon.
That's right.
When eating fried rice, spoons are more soulful than chopsticks!
From this little detail, it can be seen that Liu Sinan is indeed a gourmet.
Think about Jun Changxiao's way of picking up the bowl and pulling the fried rice into his mouth with chopsticks. No wonder... he eats with relish and makes people greedy!
Take a small spoonful and put it in your mouth.
Even though he had decided that the fried rice could only be used to fill his stomach, Liu Sinan still savored it carefully like a gentleman, because he understood the truth that every grain of rice on the plate was painstaking.
Chew and chew.
Chewed to grandma bridge, chewed to youth...
In a simple small courtyard, a young girl wearing an apron stood at the kitchen door and shouted, "Brother Nan, the meal is ready."
"Wait!"
"Hmph, you know how to practice with your head down!"
After a while, the girl shouted again: "Brother Nan, the food is cold!"
"Wait!"
It was not until several times that the young man came out, took a few bites of the food regardless of whether it was cold or hot with chopsticks, and continued to practice.
This kind of day lasted for a long time, until one rainy night, until the girl who was cooking was lying in her arms in anger, she still did not forget to smile and said: "I...after I leave, remember...to eat on time..."
"brush!"
Liu Sinan suddenly recovered from the past, looked down at the cold bowl of fried rice, the man's tears streamed down his cheeks, because the cold fried rice reminded him of his love, and reminded him of not cherishing what he had.
The thing he regretted the most in his life was that he was too obsessed with martial arts and ignored the woman who cared for him so much. It was only after she left that he suddenly realized that it was impossible to eat the food she made.
Back to business.
How does fried rice taste
It doesn't matter anymore, because whether it is delicious or not, it reminds Liu Sinan of the past, and reminds him of the taste of eating in a hurry when he was busy practicing.
"This man."
Glancing at the sarcophagus next to it, Jun Chang laughed secretly and said, "There must be a sad story."
"nonsense."
The system complained: "People who have no story, how can I give you a chance to poach the wall."—
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