It gets dark, then it gets bright, and then it’s afternoon again. Peak 23S.
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The weather after the Autumn Festival still has no intention of getting cooler, it is extremely hot and muggy.
As the saying goes, spring is sleepy, autumn is sleepy, and summer takes a nap. Well, hibernation will follow.
Xiao Wu's sci-fi style cabin did not have such luxurious features as air conditioning. He fell down on the rocking chair and sweated crazily with a look of dejection. After a while, he was stunned.
In his sleep, he was walking in the endless desert, the air was distorted by the heat, his feet were filled with lead, and he was struggling to walk, and his stomach was protesting and roaring incessantly.
Xiao Wu knelt down with a pop, and the hot yellow sand covered his legs, stinging and hurting.
All the energy and physical strength turned into nothingness due to hunger. Xiao Wu could see that his skin was drying up bit by bit, and his muscles were shrinking. His whole body was like a rickety prawn, and the water was leaving him at an alarming speed.
.
Soon, he may be turned into a mummy and displayed in the sand dunes for hundreds of years.
Once a person is hungry, the whole world is filled with gray despair.
His eyes gradually turned gray as he looked at his withered body. His last bit of consciousness was,
"I, smell the aroma of dried meat..."
Xiao Wu suddenly woke up and shouted.
Two bodyguards quickly rushed into the hut, "What's wrong, Researcher Wu?"
Xiao Wu was dripping with cold sweat. The feeling in the dream was really terrible.
Xiao Wu jumped up all of a sudden, "I'm hungry, I'm starved to death..."
The two bodyguards were speechless, "Let's go cook."
Xiao Wu was excited, "No, no, no, I'll do it."
Isn't it scarier than a nightmare for you two to cook?
Xiao Wu rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, he happily bought all kinds of seasonings in the restaurant from the "big sister" he needed to look up to. They were all served in 300ml standard anti-corrosion beakers, and he picked out a particularly plump and tender guinea fowl.
Xiao Wu threw the lively guinea fowl on the ground and said to the bodyguard,
"I'll give you ten minutes to take care of this chicken."
The two bodyguards looked at each other and the employer said, "Go to work!"
In less than five minutes, the guinea fowl turned into a headless white-striped chicken, lying down in front of Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu faced seriously two rows of test tube racks, with 15*150 standard outer diameter small test tubes neatly stacked on them, but they only contained various condiments.
He is making final preparations,
"2.5ml edible salt, 15ml soy sauce... Well, that's right, that's what the book says."
Xiao Wu lay down in front of the table and used a plastic-tipped dropper to drop the last drop of soy sauce into the test tube. His line of sight was parallel to the lowest point of the concave liquid surface.
"Tick tock."
Xiao Wu clenched his fist, feeling even more excited than the success of an experimental project, and whispered,
"Done!"
Strictly adhering to the scientific principle that the liquid in the test tube should not exceed one-half of the total volume, he had to divide the soy sauce into two test tubes. Although it was not perfectly symmetrical, it was very satisfactory.
The two bodyguards were covered in cold sweat. If they eat this meal, it won't explode on the spot, right?
What did those test tubes of Researcher Wu contain before?
Source crystal solvent, nitroglycerin, soft crystal powder, various extremely unstable catalysts, living corpse flesh and blood...
Oops, forget it.
Judging from the enthusiasm of Researcher Wu, we, the brothers in distress, may not be able to escape the fate of the guinea pig. Thinking about it, it feels like a moment of silence in advance.
Xiao Wu took the onions, ginger and garlic, smashed them with a stone hammer a few times, put them into a bowl, then took the test tube rack, waved his hand proudly,
"Walk!"
The three of them built a small fire outside, and the bodyguard duo was responsible for cutting the chicken into small pieces.
Xiao Wu put on a full-face gas mask to prevent high-temperature grease splashing.
"Hula."
Put the onion, ginger, garlic, and chicken into the pot, stir it a few times, pour the various seasonings into the test tube in order, add water, and cover the pot. At this time, the advantages of operating precision instruments for experiments all year round are revealed.
Xiao Wu's movements are not affected by any external conditions such as high temperature, flame, hot oil, including sunlight and wind speed. His mind is calm and his hands are not shaking. His movements are smooth and orderly. He strictly adheres to the professional ethics of a scientific researcher and must ensure that
The experiment...ahem, the dish was a huge success.
Xiao Wu's professional posture dazzled the two bodyguards, and they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts. Although this tool is a bit scary, Wu Ke's movements are still very skillful.
Could it be that we brothers raised a false alarm?
He took out the three-channel timer from the pocket of his white coat and waited patiently.
There is a saying that once it enters the throat, it is as deep as the sea.
The meaning of this sentence is that the preparation method of any dish that goes into your mouth is like the ocean. It is vast and boundless, and even if you spend a lifetime, the craftsmanship may not be able to be achieved in a single person.
Our researcher Wu has already felt that cooking brings him extraordinary pleasure, which is really interesting.
At exactly forty-five minutes, Xiao Wu gave the order,
"Put out the fire and turn on the pot!"
"okay!"
The two bodyguards agreed swiftly and moved the pot off the fire with the same quickness.
When the pot was boiled, what appeared in front of the three people was a very strange, black and sticky object.
Xiao Wu took the illustrated cookbook and compared it with the contents of the pot.
Mouse No. 1 came online, "Well, Wu Ke, this... pile of things doesn't look like braised chicken nuggets, does it?"
Xiao Wu frowned,
"Well, the color is a bit wrong. Could it be that there is some incredible chemical reaction between ordinary oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar that affects the shape of matter, including color and smell? What's going on with this sulfur smell? This sticky
How did the unknown liquid appear? Behind all this, is it a blind spot in science or is it caused by human factors?"
"...."
"Well, there must be no problem with my operation. Maybe... it's the kitchen utensils... Yes!"
"I strictly followed the steps and vectors, so that means... let's eat!"
The three of them were holding chopsticks, hesitating and wandering.
"Little guinea pig...ahem, what's the name of this bodyguard?"
Why do I suddenly feel an inexplicable chill?
"Wu...Wu Ke, my surname is Jin, Jin Dazhou."
"Well, Brother Jin, please go first."
Jin Dazhou tremblingly picked up a piece of carbon-shaped object, frowned and put it into his mouth.
"Cough cough cough..."
It's indescribable, indescribable, it's really an explosion of taste.
"How about it?"
Wu Ke and Mouse No. 1 asked nervously.
"Water...water..."
A moan-like tone.
At this time,
"Boom, boom boom!"
The Pangolin whistled and roared as it drove into the courtyard, followed by the very pink little motorcycle.
Xiao Wu dropped his chopsticks, rushed forward and yelled,
"I want a salt chicken, a pig's blood soup, and a cage of simplified version of Buryat buns!"
Jin Dazhou looked confused and bewildered.
White Mouse No. 1 patted Jin Dazhou on the shoulder, sighed and quickly fled the scene of the crime, like a rabbit chased by a dog.
Jin Dazhou opened his numb mouth and greeted vaguely but sincerely,