A knife at the beginning almost killed the apocalypse

Seeing the rice being taken away and distributed, Zhang Qing felt her heart bleeding and she felt like crying.

But when I thought that my male favorite would not let me go hungry, my mood suddenly improved again.

After receiving the rice, everyone quickly dispersed, eager to go home and cook.

They haven't eaten rice for many years. The last time they ate it was a few years ago, it was moldy and turned into a hard rice cake. It was bad and bad.

There was only about five kilograms left at the scene. The beautiful aunt stared at Zhang Sheng with a smile and said: "Idiot, go home with your sister. Can your sister prepare something delicious for you?"

The fool nodded hurriedly, his laughter flowing all over the floor.

Auntie divided the rice into two halves and took Hanzi back to cook.

Seeing that there were only two kilograms of rice left, Zhang Qing looked sad.

This little rice is probably not enough for her to eat a meal.

But mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are, so we should put them away first.

After returning to the villa, Zhang Qing prepared to cook.

Yuanchu stopped her and said with a smile: "We don't want to eat this. Can you see what's in the rice vat?"

Zhang Qing smiled bitterly and said: "What can be in the rice vat? I'm afraid the mice will shake their heads when they see it."

Although she said this, her body was very honest and she still walked over and opened the rice vat.

"Oh my god, why is there so much rice, but it's still snow-white!"

She excitedly held the rice up to her nose and smelled it, then stuck out her tongue and put a few grains into her mouth to chew.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Is it high-quality rice, or is it fresh! Did you bring all this? That's great, you really deserve to be my male favorite!"

The corners of Yuanchu's mouth twitched slightly, and he was a man's favorite. Should he be so straightforward? Don't I want to lose face?

But seeing how happy she was, Yuan Chu didn't care about her anymore.

"Are you happy now? Go and have a look in the refrigerator."

Seeing Yuan Chu's confident smile, Zhang Qing was pleasantly surprised and quickly ran to open the refrigerator.

This refrigerator is very large, and the fresh-keeping layer is filled with fruits and vegetables. There are vegetables, cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants, fruits, etc., and a piece of fresh pork.

Then I opened the frozen layer below and found that it was filled with fresh meat and meatballs.

Zhang Qing felt like she was dreaming and was moved to tears.

Yuanchu came over and touched her head, smiled and said: "The ingredients and seasonings are all fresh, just make two dishes."

"Okay, just go to the living room and wait for dinner!"

Zhang Qing was eager to give it a try and quickly pushed Yuan Chu out of the kitchen.

Then he took an apple out of the refrigerator and took a bite, then took out some ingredients and started working on it.

Yuan Chu was sitting on the sofa in the living room playing with the holographic computer. The more he played with it, the more he fell in love with the pen.

Little did he know that the nightmare had already begun.

As Zhang Qing shouted "dinner is ready",

Yuan Chu walked to the dining table with great expectations, and then everyone was dumbfounded.

He stared intently at the plate of pitch-black meat?

There are also vegetables soaked in oil,

And the... soup with a layer of foreign matter floating on it,

The whole person was in confusion and it was difficult to understand.

"What's wrong? Come and have a taste."

Zhang Qing didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, so she took the initiative to use chopsticks and ate deliciously.

"I asked, is this thing edible?"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, I hoped that I was dreaming, and I would wake up from the dream soon.

"It's edible, it's delicious!"

Seeing her mouth full of oil after eating, Yuanchu fell into deep thought.

It took him a while to realize that this girl had the apocalypse when she was very young and had never officially cooked at all. The only positive thing is that the rice was at least cooked, although a bit watery.

"Hey, don't eat it. Just wait for me and I'll make another one for you to try."

In the early Yuan Dynasty, I felt very helpless and had no choice but to cook in person.

Zhang Qing also seemed to recall the dishes cooked at home before the end of the world, which seemed to be much better in appearance and taste than those cooked by himself. His face suddenly turned red and he quietly followed Yuan Chu to see how he did it.

Although he had not received professional training in the early Yuan Dynasty, he was still able to cook a few home-cooked dishes.

Wash the rice and add it to the pot, cut into shredded meat, green peppers, shredded potatoes, red peppers, tomatoes, beat eggs, wash the lettuce, cut ginger, onions and garlic...

He poured oil into the hot pot, added ginger and garlic, and a long-lost aroma wafted over, and Zhang Qing fell into enjoyment.

In less than an hour, there were white rice, four fragrant dishes and one soup, and the whole room was enveloped in the aroma of food.

Shredded pork with green pepper, shredded hot and sour potatoes, lettuce, tomato scrambled eggs, kelp and pork ribs soup.

Zhang Qing's eyes were shining, her mouth was watering, and she could no longer control her hands.

Then Yuanchu brought out a plate of roast duck, a plate of peanuts, two bottles of white wine, and a set of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen.

Zhang Qing asked in confusion: "Why did you add a serving of bowls and chopsticks? Does anyone want to come?"

Yuanchu nodded, "We're here, open the door."

Zhang Qing felt confused, walked out of the door, and saw an old man sneaking around.

"Second uncle! Why are you here? Dinner is about to begin, come in quickly."

Zhang Qing regarded the old man as his grandfather and welcomed him in happily.

"Hahaha, it's better to come early than to come by chance, so I'll bother you old man."

The second uncle walked in with a smile on his face. Seeing such sumptuous dishes on the table, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

"Hahaha, how did you know that I would come? You even prepared good wine, which is really nice."

Yuanchu smiled and said: "You old man has such a sharp nose, you must have smelled the aroma of the vegetables coming from my place. It would be strange if you didn't come to eat."

"Hahahaha, then I'm not welcome."

The second uncle sat down, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a few sips, with a happy look on his face.

Then he used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of shredded meat, enjoying it and sighing at the same time.

"This is pork, so fresh pork. It's been ten years, I haven't eaten such delicious pork for ten years. And this, this is an egg! What a good thing, there are not even chickens now, but there are fresh eggs , it’s really rare.”

The second uncle commented while eating, and his mouth never stopped.

Zhang Qing was also devouring it, and occasionally would grab Yuanchu's wine and take a sip before returning it to him.

Yuanchu originally wanted to talk about something serious, but seeing that these two people were only focused on eating, he could only endure it for now.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Yuan Chu had just eaten a little, and the two of them swept away the food on the table.

But looking at their unfinished expressions, they were obviously saying "I can still eat it."

Yuan Chu rolled his eyes and took a large can of Coke from his pocket for them to drink. The carbonated drink would make their stomachs stretch.

"Hiccup~~"

"Ha, I finally had a meal. Old man, I can rest in peace even if I die now. Young man, do you have anything to ask of me?"

The second uncle looked like he had seen through everything, and his smile was meaningful.

Yuan Chu nodded, "I want to build an industrial town. Second uncle, how about you give me some advice?"

"Industrial town!"

Zhang Qing exclaimed and stood up in fright.

The second uncle's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.