The next morning, Li Zheng was awakened from his sleep by the rich aroma of food. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Miriel was already busy at the stove. There were several plates of steaming hot food on the low table that he found from nowhere.
breakfast.
"Hmm...the smell of soy milk?" Li Zheng sniffed the smell and looked surprised because there were no beans in his inventory.
"Are you awake?" Miriel heard the noise and turned around and said, "When you wake up, get up and wash up. You can eat in a while."
Li Zheng jumped out of bed, took out the toiletries and asked curiously: "Where did you get the beans? Can you even make soy milk?"
"Where is this?" Miriel answered the question.
Li Zheng brushed his teeth and said vaguely: "Outer city."
"It's a botanical garden!" Miriel rolled his eyes, stood on the small steps, waving a huge horse spoon in his hand: "It's a professional botanical garden, how could there be no beans in the warehouse? I see you marked it on the menu
I have a few recipes. I guess you want to eat them. When you woke up in the morning, you slept like a dead pig. I didn’t bother you. I went to Kangel to ask for some ingredients. When I saw some beans, I brought some out.
Make some soy milk."
Do "dots"?
Li Zheng couldn't help but pause while brushing his teeth. He looked at the big pot on the stove that was taller than Miriel. There was thick heat and the fragrance of soy milk coming out of it. He wanted to know what Miriel meant by 'point'.
How much is it?
A billion points is also a point, right?
"You're not going to move all the beans in someone's warehouse and use them, are you?" Li Zheng pointed to the big pot.
"How... how can that be possible?" Miriel smiled awkwardly: "I left a part of it for Kangel, it should be enough for him to use as seeds in the future..."
At the end of the day, even Miriel himself was a little unsure and very unreasonable.
Looking at her appearance, Li Zheng knew that this little princess of the succubus tribe, a talented little beauty, had been led astray by him.
Yes, Li Zheng has this consciousness.
He felt that he had an unshirkable responsibility for Miriel becoming like this.
If it hadn't been for the influence of someone who has been following me recently, every time I went to a matrix room, I would have to search it upside down, and not let go of anything valuable.
How could a dignified little princess of the succubus clan have such a noble status do such a dishonorable thing?
No, I have to let Miriel go apologize to Kangel later, and don't let others underestimate the players of this generation.
Li Zheng was thinking this.
After washing up, he sat down at the low table. Miriel brought over a bowl of thick white soy milk. The fragrant smell made Li Zheng move his index fingers.
Picking up the bowl, he ignored the fact that the soy milk was boiling hot, and directly isolated himself to the extreme. He raised his head and poured the whole bowl of soy milk into his stomach.
"Well, the bean aroma is rich, the taste is dense, and the entrance is smooth." Li Zheng gave a thumbs up: "Kangel is indeed an experienced plant breeder. The ingredients he produces here are all first-class good things, even
It’s amazing that you, a cook who is making soy milk for the first time, can make it so delicious!”
"Obviously my cooking skills are good." Miriel rolled her eyes arrogantly, she looked so good.
Li Zheng looked away and said regretfully: "It's a pity that there are no fried dough sticks, otherwise I would tear them into pieces and soak them in soy milk and eat them. It would be a unique experience in the world!"
Soy milk and fried dough sticks are a perfect match. No one on earth would object to this statement.
When eaten together, the degree of deliciousness is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.
"Who said there are no fried dough sticks?" Miriel pointed to a plate on the table: "Isn't this the one?"
Li Zheng: "..."
So embarrassed!
Is this a fried dough stick?
Picking up one, it was longer and thicker than his own arm, but the skin was crispy and the inside felt soft. It was indeed not the baguette Li Zheng thought at first.
"How did you do it?" Li Zheng silently tore off a few pieces and tasted them briefly.
It has an oily aroma, but is oily but not greasy.
The first bite was a little uncomfortable, but after two more bites, I felt like I couldn't stop.
It's like I suddenly came across Tian Yiming while browsing short videos. When I listened to "I Dry the Silence" for the first time, I could see the expressions of the subway, the old man, and the mobile phone.
But if you listen to it a few times, it will become:
"Huh? That's weird. Listen to it again."
"Huh? It actually sounds nice."
"..."
"I dried the silence~I was so impulsive~Even if I made a mistake this time, I was just afraid of missing it~" Twist, twist, twist.
Overall, two words stand out: It smells so good!
However, when Li Zheng put the fried dough sticks into the soy milk and soaked them for ten seconds before taking a bite, his eyes suddenly opened like two light bulbs.
The oily aroma of the fried dough sticks itself is perfectly harmonized with the bean aroma of the soy milk. After soaking for ten seconds, the dense honeycomb pores inside the fried dough sticks are just enough to absorb the thick soy milk. When you bite into it, the crispy outer skin will crack slightly.
The full soy milk inside is like an aroma bomb, exploding in your mouth.
Caught off guard, a large amount of soy milk escaped from the mouth. For a moment, I couldn't hold it in and it flowed out from the corner of my mouth.
"tasty!"
Li Zheng swallowed the delicious food in his mouth, and the corners of his eyes became a little moist involuntarily.
How long had it been since he had tasted something like this in his memory?
It seems like a month, but it also seems like hundreds or thousands of years.
When he was in the matrix, although the food he ate every day was higher-end, more varied, and more delicious than others.
But he has always had one regret, which is that he could not find a way to make the traditional breakfast that he once had almost every morning.
Soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Two simple breakfast items, which Li Zheng thought he had tasted last time, was actually not long ago.
When he learned from Xu that he was a clone and that even his memories were the original version instilled by his original body, he suddenly felt a sense of tearing apart.
It turns out that I haven’t tasted the breakfast in my hometown for countless years.
Perhaps the ontology has already realized this wish through various means, because the stove drawings Li Zheng obtained from the treasure box system most likely came from a restaurant or factory in the outer city.
The recipes that come with the stove are almost all kinds of delicacies on earth.
If there is such a thing, the ontology must be behind it.
Regardless of whether the ontology has achieved food freedom, for Li Zheng personally, this is the first time he has tasted the long-lost hometown breakfast after 'entering' the matrix.
I still remember that I used to like to eat this way.
A bowl of soy milk soaked in fried dough sticks.
If you're not full, have another bowl of bean curd.
Douhua can be sweetened with sugar, or dried shrimp, seaweed, pickled mustard, coriander, chili oil and other ingredients can be added to make it salty and delicious.
Li Zheng himself doesn't like sweets, so he often eats salty and savory bean curd.
A mouthful of smooth and tender tofu pudding, with the perfect taste of several ingredients. Looking back now, it is simply one of the best enjoyments in the world.
"well……"
Li Zheng recalled the past and sighed: "It's a pity that there is no Douhua..."
"have!"
Miriel took out a large pot with soy milk from behind the stove, placed it on the edge of the table, and opened the lid: "Bean curd!"
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment, then continued: "It's a pity that there is no combination of seaweed, pickled mustard and so on..."
"have!"
Miriel pointed to several other plates on the table, which contained several ingredients that Li Zheng could not recognize. Miriel introduced: "The substitutes should not taste bad."
Li Zheng was so moved that he held Miriel's little hand and choked with sobs: "When you grow up, can you..."
"No!" Mireel immediately refused: "There is no way I can marry you!"
"Uh... you misunderstood." Li Zheng finished: "When you grow up, can you come to be the chef in my restaurant?"
