Dominate the apocalypse with dark cuisine

The rest thought so too.

It's not like they haven't seen Fang Yuan's distorted face when he was eating!

In the eyes of despair, the adjutant quietly poked Fang Yuan beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Is it really that bad? Didn't you deliberately make a joke?"

Fang Yuan wants to cry but has no tears. "Really, sir, I have never eaten such an unpalatable food since I grew up. The most amazing thing is that the fish soup looks good and smells good. Just looking at the past, who would have thought that this thing would be a dark dish ?”

The adjutant patted Fang Yuan's shoulder sympathetically: "It's quite difficult."

The others stood far away and couldn't hear the conversation between the two, but they could more or less guess the ending of Jiang Yang after taking over the spoon from the sad expression.

They whispered and discussed their near future.Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Jiang Yang's hearing was good, and he still caught the conversation of several people.

Sophie Leslie heard it too.

The expression on her face was a little frozen, obviously unable to hang on.Shen Huaizhou still looked the same, but his face became paler and frighteningly paler as time passed.

"Jiang Yang, look..." Leslie tentatively asked himself, jumping over the sick patient Shen Huaizhou stuck in the middle.

"Why don't you leave a piece of meat for Shen Huaizhou and me?" Jiang Yang didn't make things difficult for her, and explained: "My stomach is not very good, and eating compressed food in the barren land will cause problems. It will be much better if you eat your own stewed meat. "

Leslie nodded, understanding.She readily agreed, and raised her head to look at Shen Huaizhou before leaving.

Shen Huaizhou said sullenly: "She will regret it."

"Do you really want to eat?" Jiang Yang sat down beside Shen Huaizhou, snatching the unlit cigarette from his hand. "Sick patients can't smoke."

"The taste is rare, so we still have to try it again," Shen Huaizhou said, "And sometimes, practicality is more important than deliciousness, isn't it?"

The major general meant something, but he didn't make it clear.Jiang Yang understood, but he didn't bother to talk about it, so he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Huaizhou clarified his words and continued: "The rice you cook with mutants can improve the attribute of the eater. I personally experienced it after eating it, and the attribute has been increased by more than two times. If you are willing, I can promote the food you make at the base, with its bonus, the battle between humans and mutants will be much easier."

Jiang Yang took out a lighter and lit the cigarette, brought it to his mouth and took a puff.The tobacco was inhaled into his lungs, but the nicotine did not make him feel any less relieved.

The taste was wrong, Jiang Yang frowned, it was too peaceful, something was missing.

He was dull, but the major general beside him complained dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you also a sick patient? What kind of cigarettes do you smoke? And you forced me to smoke second-hand smoke, which is more harmful to the body."

Shen Huaizhou said so, but he still moved closer to Jiang Yang's direction, and took a deep breath.

When he approached, a bloody smell of tobacco floated across Jiang Yang's nose.The smell was different from the cigarette Jiang Yang was smoking.He couldn't say it, but he felt inexplicably at ease because of it.

"I don't have the will," Jiang Yang bluntly rejected Shen Huaizhou, "Speaking will be simpler in the future, I don't like charades."

Shen Huaizhou chuckled, "You are nothing like those old turtles in the headquarters."

old turtle?Thinking of the slow-moving, hesitant behavior of those in the headquarters, and the style of shrinking back into their shells whenever something happened, Jiang Yang also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a rare smile.

When Omega is not smiling, the corners of his mouth are naturally downward, looking cold and majestic.But when he smiled, even those gray-blue eyes overflowed with a bit of tenderness, and the cold and sharp edges and corners that were usually cold and sharp seemed to fade away.

Shen Huaizhou looked at him, and said after a while: "Smile more in the future, it looks good."

Jiang Yang turned his head and met his eyes: "The major general always has some strange requests." Even so, the smile on his face still persisted.

At this time, the preliminary preparations for the weapon test had been completed, and Leslie stepped on military boots and came in front of the two.Although her face was sullen, the joy in her brows was still uncontrollable.

"Are you going to test weapons with us?" she asked Jiang Yang, her eyes sparkling.

Jiang Yang's explosive combat prowess is now well known to everyone, and based on the two shots he made with a gun in the ring, it can be clearly seen that this man is a master of weapons.

If he can join this test...

"Leslie, you can be a human being." Shen Huaizhou's weak words interrupted Leslie's fantasy. "Look at what we both look like now."

The blood on his hands was still wet, and he pointed at Jiang Yang, and then at himself. The image of the two in distress was extremely convincing.

Leslie was stunned for a moment, as if he just remembered that Jiang Yang was still injured and had a fever, and hurriedly said a few words of apology.She turned around and called her subordinates who hadn't reacted to the tragedy of Jiang Yang's cooking to go to work.

The adjutant quietly squeezed over: "Major General, it's not really Jiang, Mr. Jiang who cooks at noon today, right?"

"No way," Leslie winked at him.The adjutant immediately beamed with joy, and was slapped on the head by Leslie.

The red-haired major general scolded with a smile: "Calm down, the most critical moment is coming soon, don't let me lose the chain."

The adjutant looked serious and took the order.

"It's really ignorant," Shen Huaizhou sighed again, "If they know the benefits of eating your food, they will definitely regret it."

"Why are you so obsessed with these foods?" Jiang Yang asked.He seldom talked a lot today, probably because he was injured and had nothing else to do, and there was a talkative major general by his side, so he was taken sideways.

"It's not the right food," Shen Huaizhou corrected, "it's the right food for you."

"Is there any difference?"

"Because it's you. I can already imagine that the old tortoise in the headquarters will beg you to cook for them..."

Jiang Yang's expression suddenly turned cold, and the smile on his lips disappeared: "I am very happy about the fact that the cooking is unpalatable."

Shen Huaizhou was stunned.

Jiang Yang spit out a smoke ring, and took the initiative to change the subject: "Compared to this, I suggest you study how Sophie Leslie managed it. Both of you are major generals, and the difference between the two of you is too great."

Although it was a random excuse, Jiang Yang didn't lie.

Shen Huaizhou was notorious in the base, as he could tell from An's countless times of telling Jiang Yang to be careful.Even a handsome face can't stop him from risking his life all day long--his own life and the lives of others.

The base officers were more afraid of him than the pioneers.The death rate of those who served with Shen Huaizhou was more than two or three times higher than that of other major generals.

As the youngest Alpha major general in the base, Shen Huaizhou didn't get it out of thin air even though he had outstanding military exploits.The road under his feet was paved with the corpses of too many people.Those who followed him were worried, fearing that one day they would become a drop of blood spattered on Shen Huaizhou's military medal.

They had no doubt that by then the Major General would have wiped away the blood mercilessly.

"I can't," Shen Huaizhou bent his eyes, but there was no apology in the twinkling peach eyes, "I heard that the commander is the most popular, why don't you teach me?"

Why is he so proud?

Jiang Yang cast a glance at the major general, "I can't teach you, please ask Gao Ming to go."

Shen Huaizhou was dissatisfied, and leaned closer to Jiang Yang.Jiang Yang wanted to move him away, but Shen Huaizhou raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "Commander, it's not good to be sick."

Jiang Yang took a deep breath.

Just at this time, a muffled sound sounded from the front right of the two of them.The fiery white light exploded, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust, and the behemoth crashed to the ground. Leslie and the others exclaimed one after another.

"Success!"

"We did it!"

"Try the next one!"

The continuous gunshots did not overwhelm the joyful voices ahead. Every time there was a trial, a group of people wept with joy and hugged each other happily, and their emotions even affected the pioneers on the side.

Jiang Yang propped his chin, looking over there as if in a daze.

The smell of his pheromones was very weak today, it took Shen Huaizhou a long time to catch the familiar scent of aloes, and he always felt that the pheromones also carried a little bit of the owner's emotions, a kind of melancholy with unknown meaning.

"Can you teach me, Commander?" He patted Jiang Yang, "I sincerely ask for advice, if you are willing, I will call you teacher later."

Jiang Yang looked at him sideways, apparently not quite understanding this man's sudden habit of apprenticeship.

Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't answer, Shen Huaizhou asked again: "If you don't call me teacher, should you call me master? Master?"

Jiang Yang couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing that the first test on Leslie's side had been successfully completed, he stood up supportively.

Before leaving, he was stopped again by a tuberculosis major general who could not tell he was injured at all.

"Is the commander going to cook? Remember to save some more for me!"

Jiang Yang squeezed out the word "OK" from between his teeth.

Since Shen Huaizhou wanted to eat so much, he must give him a big bowl - a big bowl full.

The first phase of the test was very successful, and Leslie and others surrounded the mutant, marveling at the charred flesh from the shells.

This is a B-level mutant eight-treasure gourd duck.The eight-treasure duck has its head and feet removed, its internal organs have been cut out, and ham and shrimp are stuffed inside.The upper part of the duck's body is tied together to make it into a gourd shape, and the weakness of the eight-treasure duck variant is also in this line.

The new weapon developed by Leslie and others hit the eight-treasure duck’s lifeline. The rocket launcher almost broke the gourd’s waist. The wound was so large that the skin and flesh of the duck’s body were almost burnt, but the shrimp and ham inside were spared. Difficult, the mixed meat leaked out all at once, and the fragrance wafted for miles, making people greedy.

It was already time for dinner. Leslie's adjutant put away his weapon and ran forward, almost drooling: "Major General, should we start eating?"

But Leslie didn't answer him.

The adjutant looked up in surprise, but saw a handsome Omega walking towards them.His short, shining golden hair was blown by the wind, and his gray-blue eyes were clear and peaceful.

It was clearly an excellent appearance, but everyone was terrified when they saw it.

help!The dark cooking chef is coming to destroy lunch!