smell you

Li Zhexi opened his eyes.

There is no snow-white wall in front of him, no doctors and nurses, no various medical equipment, he... Where the hell is he! ! !

He has invested in hotels, bars, coffee shops, food courts, etc. The bathing center he has invested in is second to none among several bathing centers in New City because of the unique buffet provided.

It can be said that he is extremely authoritative in catering.

Not only that, he has been busy with various dinners, and in recent years, he has spent every day surrounded by delicacies, wine and delicacies.

Has he ever eaten instant noodles?The answer is of course.

It is undeniable that instant noodles have a strong taste, so it’s okay to change the taste at ordinary times.

But the problem is, he has been hungry for four days and three nights now...is he still human? !

The young man in front of him is dressed in plain white. Although his appearance is plain and his expression is cold and serious, his whole body is dry and clean, full of bookish air.

Such a person will not fail to understand what he needs now.

Congee and side dishes are the minimum, right?

Fish porridge is the best. There is no hope for wild fish in the damn reservoir. You can only choose the best small yellow croaker, take the most delicate fish meat on its body, marinate it with shredded ginger, put it into the cooked porridge, and put it on high heat Boil it and then sprinkle some chopped green onion, it is the most nourishing and nourishing for the stomach, and the taste is also top-notch, and it is served with cold side dishes...

Of course, in addition to the fish porridge that he remembers deeply, there is also the porridge (blue crab) porridge.

Especially in the season of high crab fat in autumn, wild midges are full of meat and fat. After the essence of the whole midge is put into the porridge, the whole midge will not be eaten. The most delicious is this porridge.

Furthermore, after he was drunk and vomited, his mother cooked red dates and millet porridge for him.

Sometimes it's either too thick or too thin...

He couldn't think about it anymore, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Fish? It tastes like seafood, I'll go soak it right away."

Li Zhexi was tired: It's better to have instant noodles than starve to death.

Such a strong psychological gap made him wish he could get out of the mountain immediately, and then he would not climb the mountain again for 800 years.

Song Zeyou took out a pack of seafood instant noodles from his backpack and hurried to the kitchen.

After a while, he expressionlessly fed the soaked noodles into Li Zhexi's mouth.

"vomit--"

Song Zeyou moved aside with a bowl in his hand.

He took a towel and wiped the corners of Li Zhexi's mouth carefully, and disposed of the vomit.

Li Zhexi, who was lying half dead on the door panel, made a hoarse voice unwillingly and desperately.

Song Zeyou glanced at him in his busy schedule.

"Hiss—" Li Zhexi didn't know which wound was affected.

"Ok?"

Li Zhexi wished he could grab the boy by the collar and shake it desperately.

"A pot of water... rice... boil it..."

He wanted to drink porridge in his heart, and now his whole soul and body were longing for the nourishment of porridge water.

He has such a character, what he thinks in his heart, he will always think about it, think about it all the time, and in the end he must come true.

He knows his weakness in character, so he has never been very interested in anything, and he only focuses on eating, and he ended up like this.

Hearing this, Song Zeyou was stunned for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

Could Li Zhexi be teaching him how to cook porridge? !

The corners of the lips that were blocked by the bowl raised slightly, and his eyes suddenly met Li Zhexi's eager eyes.

Suddenly, it seems to recall the past.

I don't know when, many unimaginable things seemed to appear in a dream, but they seemed to have experienced it personally.

Just like Huang Liang Yimeng, from birth to death in that life, everything made him go crazy, but it was so clear that it was creepy.

In that life, he had excellent culinary skills, from a world-famous restaurant chef to an imperial chef in the imperial city.

For a cook, this seems to be the pinnacle of life.

However, he didn't know that that was the beginning of hell.

As a chef, I work with the ingredients every day, and with enthusiasm, I want to make delicious dishes beyond my own limits, so that every diner is satisfied, and this is my goal.

Later, as the imperial chef, his goal was even higher.

I only hope that this peerless culinary skill will be able to enter the holy eye, be favored by long live, and be honored by the family.

He is simple-minded, sincere, and his culinary skills are superb. In the past, when he was in a restaurant, no one in the restaurant respected him or treated him with courtesy.

In the imperial city, everything is completely different.

In the imperial city, it doesn't mean that the dishes can be good if they are cooked well.

Before cooking, you must learn to be a "human".

Rather than being a "human", it is better to be a "ghost".

To be an imperial chef is not only to have good cooking skills, so that the taste buds can enjoy the ultimate enjoyment, but also to use the dishes you make to kill without blood.

In the world, food generates and restrains each other, daily diet is regulated, accumulated over time, if you can't see the subtleties, you will not know who died at the time of your death.

At that time, if the concubine in the palace is pregnant with a dragon fetus, it is time for him to act again.

If you kill a person, you will enter the Avici Hell.

One, two... became a sharp weapon for murder, and finally became a victim of political struggle.

At the end of his life, even a cold dish or a soup he cooked hadn't been admitted to the holy mouth. It wasn't that his cooking skills were not good, but that he didn't gain power and didn't have the qualifications.

Convicted of the crime of ransacking the family and exterminating the clan, the official of the Ministry of Justice sarcastically said: "You know, what is a gentleman who stays away from the kitchen? An honest gentleman can't bear to listen to the mournful cry of pigs and sheep dying. You, a lowly cook, are trying to poison nobles with dishes. , it can be seen that you and other villains are not even worthy of being a cook!"

The official was young and gentle, his whole body exuded an imposing manner of Lingli, but he was clean, fresh and youthful.

Looking back at himself, his hands are greasy, and his whole body is full of smoke and fire. He is lowly and inferior.

The officials looked at him as if they were looking at ants, and they were also curious, wondering how a villain like him, who was not on the stage, had the courage to murder the emperor's heir and do such things as copying his family and destroying his family.

"Even with a hundred of you, you don't have the guts. You still have to do it honestly. This is a crime against the nine clans, and you alone can't afford it."

Yes, how could this be a crime that a lowly person like him could commit? !

In a big game of chess, he is just a pawn.

If he didn't do it, he would die immediately without a place to bury him.

Since the incident happened, it must be that the building will collapse and the boat will capsize.

He did all the tricks, every detail, every detail, starting from laying down the first dragon fetus with a bowl of summer soup.

He was so tired, so tired, so tired, he was relieved at this moment.

"It's simply not as good as an animal. What kind of cook does a person like you deserve to be?!" The official of the Ministry of Punishment was impassioned in the hall, filled with righteous indignation and awe-inspiring righteousness.

If you don't deserve to be a cook, what are you doing with your hands? !What's the use of keeping a tongue?

He was convicted of treason, chopped off his hands, cut off his tongue, gouged out his eyes, and finally died of blood.

The family was ransacked and the family was wiped out, and blood flowed like rivers.

These countless undead will ask him in the underworld, why, why? !

Pathetic!

So much skill in cooking has ended up like this.

When he was dying, he swore: in the next life, in the next life, forever... He will never be a cook again, never cook a dish for money and power.

If reincarnated as a human being, he must be a scholar, an official, and a master.

……

There is rice in the rice jar in the kitchen, and eggs in the cupboard. Other than that, there are only eggplants.

People with weak spleen and stomach have weak transportation and transformation, so eggs should not be eaten.

Purple eggplant is cold in nature and is not suitable.

Sometimes I feel that the experience of the previous life may just be a nightmare.

You can see the ingredients, and the various cooking techniques of the ingredients, dishes from various places, and how to deal with them will make the deliciousness of the ingredients come to a higher level.

He knows everything well, and his heart is as clear as a mirror.

Cooking porridge seems simple, but it is not so simple to cook it well.

Song Zeyou re-ignited the stove, washed the rice and added water to cook the porridge.