"This is the fruit that comes with the meal. Don't be afraid of its appearance. Please taste it."

After the pasta was brought down, what interrupted the random thoughts in Zhang Ke's mind was the green apple that the waiter brought again.

There is no doubt that it is indeed a green apple, but it is different from the light green or emerald green apples that people usually know. It has a deeper and unique mossy green color, which is reminiscent of

We reached the green grass and moss beside the bridge.

That's right, it's moss.

Because the surface of this apple is covered with a layer of white and fine fuzz, and underneath the fuzz is a completely moldy and ripe fruit. The deep green color is the corrupted color of the peel that has been eroded by penicillium.

.

But the strange thing is that although no matter which angle you look at it, this apple is definitely a rotten fruit that has been thoroughly molded, but its appearance still looks as exquisite as a piece of handicraft.

——There are no really rotten spots, nor are they distorted due to ripeness. Even the skin wrapped with penicillium still has a faint green-gold luster, which reminds people of the grandmother hidden in the box.

Emerald and emerald.

Especially the layer of white fluff that represents the reproduction of mold should make people feel nauseated, but I don't know if it has been deliberately trimmed or it is just like that. These strong and neat fluff make people think of breaking out of the ground.

The spring grass exudes a lively atmosphere.

It is obviously a rotten fruit, but at the first glance, it makes people feel a kind of suffocating beauty, a kind of philosophical conception that seems to be between life and death. It is obvious that the gourmet who designed this dish wanted to express his own feelings.

With a special concept, profound efforts have been made on the appearance from the very beginning.

However - even if it can be admitted that this is not an ordinary rotten fruit, but a work of art with aesthetic interest, there is still a long way to go before putting it in your mouth.

"Sister Lan...could it be that we want to eat this apple?" Zhang Ke asked hesitantly.

"It's not us, it's you." Sister Lan's tone was as calm as ever, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but the slightly high-spirited tone in her words seemed to have a hint of teasing:

"This is a Penicillium apple specially ordered for you. You spent a lot of energy and water fighting the murderer before. This will help you replenish your vitamins and restore your energy."

"Wait... don't be kidding me. Is this thing... really edible? Isn't it completely rotten?" Zhang Ke took a breath, even though he had been almost sure before that Sister Lan was not

It's not just to ask yourself to come for dinner, but to take this opportunity to remind yourself of something in a subtle way.

However... swallowing a moldy apple was completely beyond Zhang Ke's endurance limit.

"Don't get me wrong, this mold is specially cultivated for edible penicillium. It does not contain any toxins that are harmful to the human body. Instead, it can decompose the pectin and acidic substances in the peel, making it taste softer, glutinous, and sweet. Could it be

Don't you usually eat stinky tofu? It doesn't have the unpleasant smell of stinky tofu. If you think about it this way, it should be easier to accept." Sister Lan said to herself.

"What a hell to accept - no matter what, the stinky tofu served on the table has already been fried to a golden brown, and there are no mold spots, let alone white hairs. This is completely a moldy fruit.

, how am I going to swallow it?" Zhang Ke felt a sense of sincere despair.

"You misunderstood. Although the edible penicillium is the highlight of this dish, the apple itself is also processed, and there is something else going on inside - come on, you will know after you try it."

Sister Lan picked up the spoon and almost forced it into Zhang Ke's hands, while the latter had a look of death on his face.

Obviously, Sister Lan would not do such meaningless things just for fun. The three side dishes just now made three impressions that were too vague to be called memories to appear in her mind, and Molecular Mousse Italian

It seems to be hinting at the truth behind the reincarnation of time and space.

So this Penicillium Apple dish... looks more deviant than all the previous dishes, and even less like normal food, which shows that it must also have some profound metaphors or hints.

Sister Lan's extremely determined and even anxious attitude now makes Natural Selection even more certain of this conclusion.

No, no matter what, I have to bite the bullet and swallow this fruit, even if I close my eyes and pinch my nose... No, what if Sister Lan wants to hint to me that something is related to its own taste or some details?

?In other words, I still have to concentrate carefully and taste every piece of moldy fruit?

"Sister Lan...can you give me some tips...for example, which piece to focus on?" Zhang Ke asked with a sad face.

"Try it and see. You'll understand after you take one bite."

Listening to the other party's ardent request, Zhang Ke had no other choice but to dig out a spoonful of fruit pulp with a spoon -

Hey, it is just like what Sister Lan said. After the tough and sour skin of the apple was completely eroded by mold, the outer pulp along with it became extremely loose and soft, just like fruit puree, which can be easily scooped.

Take a spoonful slowly.

But in other words, this means that at least the outer layer of this apple is completely rotten, right? Zhang Ke swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then forced the spoon into his mouth.

"Hmm - this smell..."

"How's it going? It's not as scary as you thought, right?" Sister Lan saw the expression of surprise and enjoyment on Zhang Ke's face, and knew that he had accepted this taste.

"It's fluffy and crunchy, and very sweet. It's much sweeter than ordinary apples, but it's not greasy at all. Instead, it has an indescribable freshness, just like..."

"It's like the fresh smell of grass after rain, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right, but it needs to be a little more refreshing... However, I always feel that I have tasted a similar taste somewhere." Halfway through Zhang Ke's words, he suddenly stopped moving his hands and slowly raised his hands.

Start looking into the other person's eyes.

Only then did he realize that Sister Lan's pupils were not pure black like those of ordinary East Asians, but like the sky of night, like black velvet with a hint of dark blue or deep green.

"What's wrong, looking at me like this?"

"This tastes...a bit like the mung bean soup you made for me." Zhang Ke said with some uncertainty, "Actually, it's not that similar. The difference is quite obvious, but after swallowing it completely, it feels like it's in my head.

The pervasive feeling of clarity and refreshment is almost the same.”

"...Do you really think so?" This time, a rare expression of surprise appeared on Sister Lan's face.
Chapter completed!