I run a food city in the last days

Rao Shijiang Yiyin believed that he had seen no less than two or three thousand recipes, and he was stunned when he saw the name of this dish——

Cold balong bone.

She understood the word cold, and the next three words... she knew them all, but she had no idea what they meant when combined.

What exactly is barong bone?

She was extremely confused, and her first reaction was to ask the system, but the system remained silent.

She couldn't help but complain softly: "Every time things related to Gu Huaiting are mysterious, people who don't know think he is the big boss behind the scenes."

The system still didn't answer, and she just complained casually. If Gu Huaiting was really the boss behind the scenes, what else could she say besides admitting defeat in the face of his acting skills that had been hidden from everyone.

She stared at Barong Gu for a while, patted her face, opened the wine cellar door and walked out.

Just as his head appeared, Gu Huaiting seemed to be feeling something not far away, and he was the first to turn his head and look over.

She paused as she walked out.

She didn't know if she was overthinking all the messy things, but she always felt that the other person's gaze was particularly intrusive.

Pretending not to notice everyone's teasing looks, she walked over calmly and asked, "Has anyone heard of Barong Gu?"

"what is that?"

"I've never heard of it. The boss is going to develop new dishes again?"

"I haven't heard of it either. I'll ask about it when I get back."

Everyone shook their heads.

She couldn't help but frown. Sure enough, apart from being more technologically advanced, this world was actually not much different from hers. At least the ingredients were familiar to her.

So she had never heard of Barong Gu, and most likely the survivors didn't know either.

Turns out she was right.

But this cold rice dumpling is related to someone’s memory, so he can’t be unclear about it, right?

With a bit of helplessness, she looked at Gu Huaiting.

Then I saw that he seemed to be stunned, and he was muttering something silently on his lips. If he looked carefully, he should be saying the words "Balonggu".

She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Did you hear about this?"

Gu Huaiting nodded: "It does feel familiar, but..."

I understand, it’s just like wine, I feel like I’ve drunk it but I can’t remember it.

This was troublesome. She didn't know what the ingredients were, and she didn't know what the dish tasted like. Even if she wanted to use other things to restore the taste, she couldn't.

I didn’t expect this task to be quite troublesome.

She looked at the other party with a bit of resentment: Why can't you like to eat something simple? Isn’t it good to mix green onions with tofu?

Gu Huaiting, who received the light wave of resentment on the other side:?

At night, the food city had quieted down, and she went to visit the children.

Maybe it was because staying awake for a period of time that day consumed a lot of energy. The child spent very little time awake these days, and the food he prepared was consumed only once every few days. The state became more and more similar to the hibernation of snakes.

Putting down the food in her hand and tucking the quilt in for him, she quietly left.

She began to dream soon after falling asleep.

She dreamed of Gu Huaiting. The two of them were walking side by side. At first, their style was quite normal, but then they held hands for some unknown reason.

After a while, the two of them hugged each other, and then the painting style of this dream began to run in a direction that was not suitable for children...

She felt like her dream was like a small boat bumping in a violent storm, sometimes throwing her into the sky, sometimes sinking into the water. She was panting, and there was still reason in the dream that told her to wake up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. Unable to open my eyes, I could only endure this "dream" without moving.

She didn't know how much time had passed in her dream, until she and Gu Huaiting hugged each other tiredly, and when the other person's deep voice spoke words of love in her ears with blushing and heartbeating, she suddenly remembered something in the dream:

"By the way, can you tell me what Barong Bone is now?"

This question was so powerful that it instantly shattered the dream scene into pieces. Instead of Gu Huaiting, there was no exciting scene in front of him, but a huge piece of paper.

At a glance, she saw five big characters at the front of the paper: Cold Barong Bones.

Boy, this recipe became so huge in my dream.

The recipe jumped out at her, every word screaming: Why don't you make it for me!

She strangely noticed that the recipe was "angry" and was so frightened that she turned around and ran away. However, the recipe was too big and she could not escape from it no matter how hard she sprinted.

Then the recipe book flew down from the air and wrapped around her tightly.

She struggled desperately: I can't breathe anymore——

Brush, Jiang Yiyin opened his eyes.

The suffocation feeling in the dream was still there. She gasped for air, and then she discovered the culprit of the dream behind.

When did she wrap the quilt around her body like a twist? No wonder I feel suffocated.

After rolling on the bed several times, I successfully freed myself. My breathing became smoother, and more scenes from my dream returned.

The more she thought about it, the more her face looked like it was about to bleed.

She can only be glad that no one can see the picture in her mind. It's really... so shameful!

She covered her face and groaned, especially hoping that this dream would be like other dreams, leaving only a vague impression after waking up, and the more she recalled it, the faster it would flow away like sand in her hands.

Instead of like now, every detail in the dream was vivid, making her doubt whether she could maintain her calmness when she saw Gu Huaiting again.

She tried to delete the images in her mind with one click, but it had the opposite effect. Her mind was completely stimulated and she woke up. She stared at the dim ceiling for a while. She called up the system backend and decided to distract herself by visiting the mall.

At first glance, my attention was attracted by the recipe.

Thinking of the dream in which it asked plaintively, "Why haven't you made me yet?", she picked up the recipe by mistake.

An option that had never existed before appeared:

Experience.

She didn't hesitate for a second and directly chose "confirm".

In an instant, she appeared from the bed in the dormitory to the dining table.

The dining table faces the kitchen with a transparent wall, and a thin figure from behind is busy.

She was stunned when she saw the chef, her eyes followed him closely, not wanting to miss any of his movements.

When holding the handle of the pot with the left hand, my little finger is used to tilt up slightly. After scooping up the seasonings and adding them to the dishes, I am used to tapping the edge of the pot three times. Every time I stir-fry, I must flip it counterclockwise...

Every movement is so familiar, just like this back view she will never forget.

Ever since she was three years old, this figure has been reflected in her eyes. She thinks he is the most majestic and powerful person in the world.

He held up her little world and found her direction in life——

"Master..." Jiang Yiyin's eyes were wet, and he muttered and repeated the title that he had not called out for a long time.

The person in front of the stove turned around and saw that Jiang Huai's smile was exactly the same as in his memory.

"Xiaoyinzi, come and try this dish from master."

While he was talking, he had already wiped his hands with a rag, and then came over with a white jade porcelain plate.