The research on Goubuli buns has made great progress, but Chen Ze is not sure how to deal with this problem. After all, it is not a very simple thing to reach the level of edible film.

"Bald..." Chen Ze sat on the chair with a little distress. He thought for a while, but still didn't expect what kind of thing to use to wrap the meat jelly.

"Shopkeeper, I'm here." Betty jumped in happily, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood.

"Yeah, OK." Chen Ze nodded, but still didn't get up. He was still thinking about how to make Goubuli buns.

"Eh?" Betty glanced at Chen Ze strangely, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ze asked strangely, how could this guy look at him with such an expression?

"It's that... the store manager~ hehe~ Is there breakfast?" Betty looked at Chen Ze with anticipation.

She remembered Chen Ze's breakfast again, whether it was thin-skinned buns or crab roe soup buns, they were very delicious food.

And Betty thinks that food like that is also a very suitable thing to be breakfast, and it would be even better if she could have another beef soup.

"Breakfast? Yes, do you want to try the food of the fighting nation?" Chen Ze looked at Betty with a smile.

"Fighting Nation?" Betty blinked. She had heard of this name. It was said that it was a group of people who swim in winter and could beat bears away.

But Betty wondered why Chen Ze suddenly asked her if she wanted to eat the fighting nation's cuisine.

"Yes, do you eat or not? I'm too lazy to make breakfast if I don't eat." Chen Ze sat on the chair again, looking like a salted fish.

"Well...eat!" Betty rubbed her stomach, and she felt hungry again.

"Okay, you go up and change your clothes." Chen Ze nodded with a smile, as long as Betty nodded.

Seeing Betty go up to the second floor with a puzzled look on his face, Chen Ze smiled very happily.

As we all know, the UK is a country with relatively unpalatable food, and there are many kinds of strange dark dishes, but people there often eat fried fish and chips.

What? Do you think I'm eating too monotonous?

OK, then today I will eat mashed potatoes and fried fish.

The three meals in the UK made many international students complain, saying that only Lao Ganma could save her Chinese stomach.

In the past, I could buy cheap pig's trotters and eat them by myself, but now the British have also found that the pig's trotters are delicious, but I don't know which bastard revealed the news.

But even living in this country that is a food desert, the British are still reluctant to give food from combat nations.

Russian dishes generally highlight three characteristics: sour, salty and greasy.

Of course, there are also very sweet desserts. When traveling to Russia, remember not to take local desserts home as souvenirs for friends. There are really not many people who can finish them.

Chen Ze remembered that when he was looking up the recipe, he saw a Slavic dish called Salou. The recipe was quite simple and crude, and the way to eat it made Chen Ze afraid.

Simply put, Salo’s method is to marinate a whole piece of pig’s fat and add various seasonings, and then put it out and freeze it, and then you can eat it directly.

This is nothing. It is best to put some butter and butter when eating, so that you can feel what a greasy teacher is... the world.

"Haha... I didn't expect that the things I bought before would be useful for a day." Chen Ze smiled, and then took out a bag of sour cucumbers from the refrigerator.

This is not an ordinary sour cucumber. The biggest difference between it and the sour cucumber in Northeast China is that this is the sour cucumber from Russia.

Chen Ze bought two bags, and tasted a little of the first bag by himself. After taking a bite, Chen Ze doubted his life and thought deeply about whether he had any misunderstandings about sourness.

Chen Ze sneered, sliced ​​the sour cucumbers on the table, made a few breads in the oven, and poured a bowl of salt out.

"By the way, there is this..." Chen Ze took out the gift from the store when he bought the sour cucumber from the refrigerator, and a bag of traditional Russian smoked salted fish.

"Shopkeeper~Wow, it's so rich!" Betty rushed in immediately, her hair was a little wet.

"Well, come and have breakfast, I'll tell you how to eat." Chen Ze sat down.

"Eat with bread dipped in salt, then you can pick up some cucumbers and then pick up some dried fish to eat together." Chen Ze briefly introduced, and then started to pick up cucumbers slowly.

But Betty quickly tore the bread open without Chen Ze's expectations, then put several slices of sour cucumbers, picked up a large chopstick of dried fish, then dipped it in some salt, and ate it together.

"!" Betty grabbed her throat in horror. She really didn't know how to describe the smell.

The salty and salty taste, and the sour taste of Mosheng, were completely mixed together. For a moment, Betty doubted whether Chen Ze was going to poison her.

"How does it feel?" Chen Ze put away these things. He had no idea of ​​eating them. After all, he had tasted some of these things himself.

"I feel like I will never be happy again..." Betty rinsed her mouth with Coke several times, but she still felt a little salty.

"Hahaha, this is the cooking of the fighting nation." Chen Ze's mood suddenly became much happier.

Then Chen Ze took out a small notebook from his arms and scratched something on it.

Betty suddenly had a bad premonition, and she quickly stood up and looked over.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ze accepted it quickly, but Betty still saw the content above.

“On December 26, 2019, my idiot waiter covered my Sun and Moon archives and held vengeance.”

"That... store manager, you..." Betty suddenly felt that her mood was very complicated, and she didn't know how to describe it.

"After all, that's a save that I've been playing for a long time, and there are many flashing Pokémons in it. It's not surprising, right?" Chen Ze smiled kindly.

"And I don't have so much time to play again now, so I will never forgive you, understand, right?" Chen Ze's smile became even brighter.

Only after working, I know that I really don’t have that much time to play games, and Chen Ze’s switch has been slapped for a while.

"Oh, don't panic, after all, I'm not a devil, and that's all right behind it." Chen Ze patted Betty on the shoulder, and then turned around to continue studying his own Goubuli bun.

But Betty couldn't help swallowing, and she felt her demons turn black.
Chapter completed!