august chronicle

Chen Shaoze and Lin Zichen were wandering around in city B. City B was located in the northwest of country A, and its economy had always been very backward. However, the two of them walked around and found that city B was obviously very rich.

City B can't feel any breath of the end times, but there are many supernatural beings here, and these supernatural beings are all second-level supernatural beings or above.

Both of them are not familiar with city B, and city B has many very similar roads, if you don't pay attention, you may lose your way.

Chen Shaoze looked at the various gourmet shops on the roadside, and Chen Shaoze, who had eaten tasteless biscuits for a long time, couldn't help it: "I'm hungry."

Lin Zichen: "What do you want to eat?"

Chen Shaoze: "There is a hot pot restaurant opposite, go to that one."

Chen Shaoze dragged Lin Zichen into the hotpot restaurant. There were many people in the hotpot restaurant, and the two waited for a while before they sat down in a seat.

The waiter was quick to give them two menus.

Chen Shaoze looked at the menu with glowing eyes, and wanted to order everything, but his empty wallet stopped him: "Do you eat spicy food?"

Lin Zichen nodded, "Slightly spicy."

Chen Shaoze: "Do you eat beef?"

Lin Zichen nodded and looked at Chen Shaoze: "You ask me to pay the bill."

When Chen Shaoze heard this, he laughed, "Then I'm not going to be polite, then a mandarin duck pot, beef, mutton..."

Chen Shaoze ordered a lot of things in one go, scaring the waiter.

Lin Zichen: "Be careful of food accumulation."

Chen Shaoze: "Don't be afraid, I'll adjust the sauce, do you want one?"

Lin Zichen: "Together."

Chen Shaoze nodded, and the two of them walked to the condiment area. There were also many people in the condiment area, and the two of them had to wait for a while to get a seasoning, especially the one called "sour juice".

Chen Shaoze had never seen sour juice as a condiment, so he asked the person next to him who had been pouring sour juice into the seasoning dish: "What is this?"

The man looked at Chen Shaoze: "You are not local at first glance. This is called sour juice. It is a common seasoning here. Every store on this street sells it. It is delicious to dip in. You can try it. try."

Chen Shaoze looked at a large bowl of black and semi-viscous sour juice in front of him, and frowned. This thing really made him hard to swallow.

Lin Zichen walked to Chen Shaoze, looked at the sour juice, "Do you want it?"

Chen Shaoze: "I don't really want it, but..."

Lin Zichen picked up a bowl and scooped up half of it.

Chen Shaoze and Lin Zichen returned to their seats, and the food was almost ready, Chen Shaoze poured all the beef into the pot in one go.

Lin Zichen: "Why did you pour the beef in all at once? It cooks slowly like this."

Chen Shaoze: "I've always eaten like this, the beef is cooked all at once, it's so convenient to eat."

Chen Shaoze looked at the bowl of dark sour juice, poked it with a chopstick, and looked at Lin Zichen: "Do you want to try it?"

Lin Zichen used chopsticks to separate the sticky pieces of beef in the pot, "You can eat it if you want to die."

Chen Shaoze: "What's wrong? I think the person next to me is eating well, so how could he die?"

Lin Zichen: "Put this thing under your nose and smell it."

Chen Shaoze heard the words, put the bowl of sour juice under the tip of his nose and smelled it, an overwhelming sour smell instantly occupied Chen Shaoze's nasal cavity, Chen Shaoze immediately took it away, "It's just a strong sour smell, what's so strange?"

Lin Zichen: "Smell it again."

Although Chen Shaoze found it strange, he still smelled it again. With the first experience, the sour smell was not particularly strong this time. Chen Shaoze closed his eyes and carefully discerned the smell.

Suddenly, Chen Shaoze opened his eyes and looked at Lin Zichen in surprise.

Lin Zichen put no expression on his face, and put the well-cooked beef slices on the plate in front of Chen Shaoze.

Chen Shaoze put the bowl in his hand on the table, looked around, and found that there was such a bowl of sour juice on every table.

Chen Shaoze: "There are supernatural beings in this hot pot restaurant, why can't they smell the smell inside?"

Lin Zichen: "You put the chili in it, or put a little onion, ginger, garlic, seasoning, and then smell it."

Chen Shaoze didn't move, he already knew that there was zombie blood in the sour juice, because the strong sour smell of the sour juice covered most of the rancid smell of zombie blood, and the rest was covered with various spicy seasonings. It was eliminated.

In fact, the principle is very simple. When a piece of meat stinks, you marinate it with wine, then add green onion, ginger and garlic, and finally add some seasonings to ensure that there is no smell, just like an irresponsible hawker in a night market.

Moreover, they still put the zombie blood into the traditional seasoning in city B, so that many people will eat it without suspicion, and thus slowly be infected with the zombie virus.

Chen Shaoze: "I just heard people say that every store in this street sells this kind of sour juice."

Lin Zichen: "Let's eat. The beef is getting cold. Let's go backstage and have a look. There are so many places selling this kind of food, so it's impossible that there is no source."

Chen Shaoze nodded, "Hmm..." Chen Shaoze looked at the white beef in the plate and fell silent.

Lin Zichen: "There's nothing wrong with this, it's not the flesh of a zombie."

Only then did Chen Shaoze pick up his chopsticks and start eating, and said while eating, his face filled with righteous indignation, "These places are so disgusting, we don't even let us eat properly."

When Chen Shaoze was full, the store had almost entered a new business peak.

Chen Shaoze slumped in the chair, picked his teeth with a toothpick, "I'm too full."

Lin Zichen: "You are not allowed to eat so much in the future, do you think it's fun to accumulate food?"

Chen Shaoze: "Just this time, and we will definitely do big things later, and consume a lot of energy."

Lin Zichen: "...Let's go and pay the bill."

Lin Zichen got up and went to the cashier to pay the bill. Chen Shaoze followed behind with a satisfied expression.

Waiter: "A total of 1000 two hundred."

When Chen Shaoze heard this number, his face ached, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart. He only ate such a small amount of food from you, but it was so expensive, and the food was not sold cleanly. He would never be forced to come next time.

After Lin Zichen paid the money and just put away his wallet, Chen Shaoze who was next to him suddenly fell over to his side, and accompanied by a particularly miserable cry.

Lin Zichen: "What's the matter?" Although it was discussed before that it was acting, Chen Shaoze's scream still made him feel tense.

Chen Shaoze's yelling and falling down obviously frightened the waiter next to the cashier, and asked quickly, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Chen Shaoze frowned tightly, and said to Lin Zichen with a painful expression, "My... my stomach hurts..."

Lin Zichen: "Stomach hurts? Who told you to eat so much just now?"

Chen Shaoze: "Toilet..."

Lin Zichen: "Toilet, where is your toilet?"

When the waiter heard that Chen Shaoze was going to the bathroom, he hurriedly led the two of them. There were actually two toilets, but it happened that the outer one was occupied, and only the staff toilet in the kitchen was empty.

The waiter struggled for a while, saw Chen Shaoze's painful face, and looked at Lin Zichen's dark face, gritted his teeth, and took the two of them to the staff toilet in the kitchen.

The waiter came out of the toilet, and a chef in the kitchen looked at the toilet, "Who is it? How did you come here to use the toilet?"

The waiter looked unhappy: "I ate too much. I didn't stop after eating all afternoon. It's strange if I don't have diarrhea. I have something to do at the front desk. You can continue to work."

The chef nodded and ignored the two people in the toilet.

The author has something to say:

The school has started, and it will be updated from time to time, ?(??︿??)?, this mainly depends on the amount of homework assigned by my school teacher, crying~~~

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