I never thought that potato flour could be so delicious.
Before this, my knowledge of potato flour was limited to the stew made by Lijiacun, which had no flavor.
In my memory, I would always secretly pick out the potato flour and put it into my mother's bowl. I was often scolded by my father for this.
The snack bar that Sister Xiaobai took us to. As soon as we walked to the door, there was a faint fragrance floating in the air.
The sour smell is like a big hand grabbing my heart, bringing up the deepest memories in my heart.
In the town near Lijiacun, there is a vinegar shop that makes vinegar with this taste.
Sister Xiaobai called the boss and ordered three portions of hot and sour noodles.
A bowl of fragrant hot and sour noodles appeared in front of me. The crystal-clear and plump noodles were immersed in the bright red soup.
Green pea tips, emerald green onion segments, and crystal clear peas are like stars floating on the soup, colorful.
I took a bite. The fragrant fragrance of the scallions, the strong taste of sesame oil, and the sourness of the aged vinegar made me feel uncomfortably spicy for the first time.
With the aftertaste of the hot and sour soup in my mouth, I looked back at the ninth day of the lunar month. I already stopped caring about how I looked and started eating to my heart's content.
"Sister Xiaobai, this hot and sour noodle is super delicious, even more enjoyable than the red oil noodles."
Chujiu's mouth was filled with red oil. He stuck out his tongue to breathe in the hot air and said to Xiaobai.
"Of course. When my sister usually rests, she looks for delicious snacks everywhere. I will take you to eat other snacks later."
After finishing a meal of hot and sour noodles, Chujiu and Xiaobai became much closer. Each bite made Xiaobai laugh so much that she had never heard them laugh before.
Before I finally knew why, Xiaobai ran to her office and got a lunch box.
It turned out that he wanted to bring a portion of hot and sour noodles to Xiaoyu. Xiaobai couldn't help but ask the boss to put chili pepper in the lunch box, muttering in his mouth that it would kill Xiaoyu.
"Go back. It's nine o'clock in half an hour. It's time for us to change shifts."
Xiaobai carried the plastic bag with the lunch box and skipped towards the hospital.
"Xiaoyu, sister brought you hot and sour noodles, eat them while they're hot."
Xiaobai threw the lunch box on Xiaoyu's desk, shouted that it would be too late to change the shift, and ran out.
Xiaoyu made a helpless expression at me. We had been discussing for a long time the authorship of some horror story, but it was completely useless.
"Hahaha, Doctor Wang, I'm sorry, I'm two minutes late."
Xiaobai smiled and greeted the doctor who was standing in the corridor, leaning against the wall and reading a newspaper.
"Xiao Bai, I guess you came here just because you were full! Have you discovered anything delicious recently? Who are these two young men?"
After the middle-aged doctor saw Xiao Bai, he quickly threw the duty badge and a bunch of keys to Xiao Bai. It seemed that he didn't want to stay here for a while.
"Hey, I'm bringing two bodyguards on duty! Doctor Wang, are you okay on duty?"
Xiaobai took what Dr. Wang handed over and glanced into the office.
"It's good, but the office is a bit cold. I stood outside for a few hours. You guys will also play outside until tomorrow morning. You can still see people in the distance. I have to go. I'm almost hungry.
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After Dr. Wang finished speaking, he walked quickly towards the hall.
"How about? Let's play standing at the door. Unfortunately, there is a rule that we can't move the chairs out."
After Dr. Wang left, Xiaobai became timid and looked at the office at the entrance. It looked like he didn't even want to go in.
"Oh, don't worry. Guoguo and I are the most courageous in our school. We even made a bet with others to sleep in the cemetery at the beginning of school."
Chujiu said, holding Xiaobai's arm and walking towards the office.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I didn't think much about other things at all. When I entered the office, I found that it wasn't that cold at all, and it was much better than the corridor.
"Oh, it's really colder than outside. It feels chilly." Xiaobai folded his arms and stamped his feet on the ground.
Chujiu picked up the wet and dry thermometer on the desk and took a look. He then put the thermometer in the corridor and brought it back to Xiaobai after a few minutes.
The temperature in the office is obviously high, but the temperature in the corridor outside is seven or eight degrees higher.
"What's the reason? Why do I feel cold?" Xiaobai stared at the temperature on the thermometer and asked with some surprise.
"The magazine said that this phenomenon is called self-suggestion, because you subconsciously feel that it is cold here."
Chujiu explained to Xiaobai that she had never been here at first, but only heard rumors about the warehouse from the hospital. All the information was that it was very cold here and the doctor had a high fever due to the cold.
In addition, when Dr. Wang left, he told her that it was cold in the office. So the message she received in her mind was that the office was cold, and her brain sent wrong instructions to her skin senses, causing her body to make wrong judgments.
If at this time, you were to find a stranger who had never heard the rumors that the first floor of the hospital was haunted, the stranger would definitely say that the office is warmer than the corridor.
When Chujiu saw that we didn't understand, he told us about the reports he had seen in magazines.
Martin Garrard, a famous American psychologist, conducted an experiment: a death row prisoner was blindfolded, tied to a bed, and equipped with various instruments to detect body temperature, blood pressure, ECG, and EEG.
The judge came to the bedside and announced the execution of his sentence. The priest also blessed his soul and ascended to heaven as soon as possible.
At this time, he was told that he would be killed by bleeding.
Following the judge's order, an assistant who had been prepared stepped forward and scratched his wrist with a small piece of wood.
Then he opened a faucet prepared in advance and asked him to drip water into a copper basin under the bed, making a ding-dong sound.
Along with the rhythm of dripping water from fast to slow, the death row prisoner felt a great sense of fear in his heart, and he felt that his blood was losing little by little.
Various detection instruments faithfully recorded the various weight changes of the death row prisoners: the final state of death of the death row prisoners was extremely consistent with the typical symptoms of "blood loss".
In fact, the death row prisoner's wrists became scabbed without much blood flowing out.
There was another report, also from abroad, about a drunk man who mistakenly entered a cold storage truck.
When the man woke up halfway, he found that he was in the cold storage and banged the car desperately, but the driver had already gone home from get off work.
The man felt colder and colder, so cold that he couldn't breathe.
The next day, a staff member driving a cold storage truck discovered the man in the cold storage. When the police arrived at the scene, the man had ice on his eyebrows and his whole body was stiff with cold.
After investigation by the police, it was found that the air-conditioning of this cold storage truck was not turned on at all the night before and was stopped working.
Chujiu sat at his desk, swaying his feet, and said to Xiaobai with a proud look on his face:
"Sister Xiaobai, this is a psychological suggestion! Do you understand now? In fact, if you feel cold, it means that your brain has been suggested to be cold and sent out wrong signal instructions."