Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Just when Lu Hao was happily picking out stamps from these people's postal albums.

A strange scent came from nowhere.

"Huh? This scent..."

For a moment, Lu Hao couldn't help flashing images of various delicacies in his mind, but as the aroma of the delicacies in his memory gradually became stronger, a bowl of pale golden meat jerky soup.

Appeared deep in Lu Hao's mind.

He still remembered that when he was rescued from the cold cellar, it was such a warm bowl of dried meat soup that made him feel alive again.

It's not just Lu Hao, the whole ghost market, at some point, was shrouded in this strong fragrance.

The only difference is that when people smell this fragrance, what they think of in their minds is the smell that is deepest in their memory.

Chapter 813 That's right, that's the taste

The fragrance floats in ten directions, and there are hundreds of flavors in the world.

Everyone's understanding of fragrance is different. The so-called south is sweet, the north is salty, the east is spicy, and the west is sour.

Some people like cilantro, while others find it hard to even smell it.

In the huge China, there are thousands of cuisines, but there are very few dishes that can really suit everyone's taste.

However, when this fragrance came.

But it made everyone have a familiar taste on their tongues.

"I'm a little hungry!" Zhang Haigen sniffed the scent, a faint scent of ribs made Zhang Haigen's eyes blurred. .

During the heavy snowfall in Jilin that year, the vehicle of their agricultural power team was stuck on the mountain road.

The snow fell harder and harder, and it didn't take long for it to be three feet thick.

He was trapped in the car with his teacher and a classmate.

The group was cold and hungry.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, they were almost desperate.

With such heavy snow, they would have frozen to death when the rescue team arrived.

But abandoning the car and leaving is also a dead end.

In desperation, someone suddenly knocked on their glass.

A fellow villager, speaking half-baked Mandarin, pulled out of the car that was about to freeze.

With a horse-drawn sleigh, they were pulled into the village.

I remember after they were pulled back to their hometown.

An old woman immediately brought a bowl of hot pork rib soup to them.

A plume of white smoke came out of the big yellow iron bowl, hitting him in the face.

It made Zhang Haigen feel like his face was about to freeze, as if it came back to life in a flash.

Ribs are not a selection of small ribs.

It was big and rough bones, white soup with a layer of oil floating on it.

But every time Zhang Haigen recalled the taste of that bowl of pork rib soup, he always smiled involuntarily.

And the scent that I smelled at this time just seemed to bring me back to that night.

"Hagen, I got sand in my eye."

Beside Zhang Haigen, a girl with long brown hair rubbed her eyes with both hands, and pulled Zhang Haigen's clothes with her fingers aggrieved.

Zhang Haigen was taken aback when he heard the words, looking at the girl's red and swollen eyes, tears fell down patter.

His face couldn't help changing, and he pulled back the corner of his clothes violently.

While the girl was in a daze, Zhang Haigen pushed away three meters away with a look of disgust on his face: "Wang Lingling, don't even try to borrow my clothes to wipe your nose, my clothes are very expensive."

After the girl named Wang Lingling heard Zhang Haigen's words, her aggrieved face instantly turned red, she stomped her feet angrily, turned around and left, and she could vaguely hear her displeased voice: "Mom is mentally retarded!"

The fragrance gradually starts to intensify.

The people who were still hacking and killing could not help but subside a lot after smelling this fragrance.

Even though it is extremely vicious, a unique taste will definitely be reserved for them in the memory of taste.

"Kickkick..."

At this moment, a trolley appeared on the street of the ghost city.

There is a pot of soup hanging on the trolley.

The scent that everyone smelled was the scent that came out of this pot of soup.

If Zhao Ke is here, he will see this pot of soup.

For the first time, three words, Baiwei Tang, will definitely come to mind.

Remember when I went back to Luoyang and saw the old man in the bathhouse in the old city?

At that time, Zhao Ke once asked the old man how the research on Baiweitang was going.

But the old man seems to have given up.

There is a dish with a hundred flavors.

He spends his whole life chasing after her figure while studying the problems she left for him.

The tastes of life cannot be expressed by ups and downs.

The old man was rubbing the mud balls, in fact, he wanted to use the smell of everyone on the mud balls as a breakthrough.

It's just that obviously, this method has not been successful.

But right now, there is a real hundred flavor soup.

A soup with a hundred flavors, stimulates in everyone's sense of smell, and burns the memory in the deepest part of the heart.

If Zhao Ke were here, his heart would definitely be shocked.