A Million Possible

Standing at the door of a poverty-stricken adobe house, Cheng Lin thought for a moment, and finally took his gaze back from the pile of instant noodles stored in the "spiritual world".

Cheng Lin has gained relevant experience since she used instant noodles to abduct that little girl from Ai Lu in the world of elves.

However, after considering the specific circumstances, he gave up his plan to bring out modern industrial products and food to Lai.

"After all, this time I am not an unpredictable god, but just a freak who was picked up."

Cheng Lin is very clear about own positioning.

As the "Cthulhu", it doesn't matter what he takes out, no one will question it, especially the silly girl Ai Lu is facing.

However, in this deduction, if he rashly "changes" food out of thin air, this will inevitably lead to a lot of controversy.

"Although I am not afraid of anything... but that would cause a lot of trouble after all."

Dispelling this idea, Cheng Lin touched his chin and thought for two seconds, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Since it's not easy to take out the food directly, just do it yourself, it's the same.

When he went to Sun Xiao's house just after awakening, Cheng Lin showed his own cooking skills.

Although it's not superb, it's not bad.

As soon as he thought of it, Cheng Lin turned back to the house and walked to the two pottery jars in the corner.

Opening the first lid, he frowned slightly, and a thick layer of ice had formed in the tank, which was obviously caused by the cold.

There is a big ice cave in the middle of the ice layer, inside it is fresh water mixed with ice cubes.

He picked up the water scoop next to it and took a little tentatively.

After a taste, his eyebrows stretched out.

"Not bad, at least there is no smell."

Opening another set of tanks that stored food, Cheng Lin took out a flashlight to illuminate it, and found that there was very little food in the tank, worth only about half a tank.

Considering that there is no other food in the room, these are probably the food for Lai and the sweet potato to spend the winter alone, which made his heart sink.

But immediately he moved briskly and began to choose food from the tank.

"Um... dried meat... corn... sweet potatoes... potatoes... unknown tubers... this is... sorghum?"

Cheng Lin unexpectedly discovered that the types of food in it were quite mixed, but each one was very few.

Moreover, both sweet potatoes and potatoes are small pieces, which are far different from those sold in modern urban vegetable markets.

There is also some flour mixed with soil and grass stems at the bottom of the tank, most of which are wild vegetables.

The fluffy ones take up a lot of space and are all dried.

Obviously, wild vegetables are their main food.

Many of them are completely unrecognizable by Cheng Lin, but fortunately they don't need to be recognized. Since they are placed in the tank, they are naturally edible.

Cheng Lin thought for a while, took some of the food that was fairly clean, and put it in the basin.

In another basin, some clean sorghum was sifted out, then washed with water, and then returned to the hearth in the center of the room.

Use Lai's knife to cut potatoes and the like into small pieces, mix them with the rest of the food, and set them aside.

After that, he got up and took some stored firewood from outside, broke it, and stuffed it under the hearth.

Immediately, he flicked his fingers and lit a fire with a "low-temperature fireball". After the furnace was shining red with flames, his right hand flicked on the ground, and he took out a row of bottles and cans from the spirit world.

Manufacturer labels are affixed to different bottles.

"Eat refined salt, monosodium glutamate, aged vinegar, cooking wine, soy sauce, sugar, pepper... mustard..."

Cheng Lin's eyes swept away, and he had a panoramic view of these seasonings.

He bought these from the supermarket on the way back to the Jiuyuan from Chang'an.

Because the spiritual space was sufficient, Cheng Lin bought a lot of Life supplies in one go. Although they were not needed, they were hidden in the cabinet.

He has always had a dream that one day the spiritual world is spacious enough to build a house in it.

When I was in a good mood, I went in to cook a meal by myself, but I didn't expect to use it here in advance.

He had checked before that there was almost no seasoning in Lai's room.

There is only some salt, which is also very rough, very bitter, and Cheng Lin really doesn't like it.

Since you are cooking, of course you should try to make it more delicious.

As for the origin of these seasonings, just make up an excuse, which is easier to explain than instant noodles.

"call."

Taking a breath in the hearth, Cheng Lin put water in the pot.

After the water boiled, he put the pot of food in, and then took the time to put the seasonings in turn... He was going to cook a pot of porridge. After all, under this condition, only porridge was the most suitable.

When the porridge was half-baked, he poured some salad oil into it, and the whole pot of porridge became brighter and more attractive.

Pure natural ingredients... pollution-free water... plentiful seasonings, coupled with Cheng Lin's decent cooking skills, soon an aroma diffused out of the room, drifting towards the dim winter .

Fortunately, Lai's home is on the edge of the village, and it is in the downwind, so that it will not attract the attention of the whole village.

Of course, this was also deliberately controlled by Cheng Lin.

He didn't put lard in it... just worried that the scent was too strong and would attract other villagers.

...

In the village.

The sky was finally dark, and a faint light of fire appeared in each villager's yard, and at the same time, green smoke curled up.

Lai was walking on the slippery dirt road, her neck shrinking.

The weather became colder after nightfall, and the thin hair on his body was completely unable to withstand the cold.

"call."

Lai couldn't help but move a little faster after spitting out the white gas that had been condensed from the cold crystals.

In his right hand he carried a small basket made of twigs, in which there was some meat, most of which were the entrails of prey, full of blood.

Every time the hunt is over, everyone must go to divide the meat together. Of course, the good meat must be collected and sent to the city in a few days.

The villagers can only divide the corners and internal organs.

But even the smelly internal organs that some big people in the city look down on, still have infinite appeal to Lai.

His stomach was gurgling, and his hands gripping the basket became harder.

This time he got slightly more meat.

On the one hand, because he contributed a lot in hunting this time, on the other hand, the village chief heard that he had picked up a "freak", so he called the shots and gave him more.

This is of course not compliant, after all, the prey is the big guy's life in exchange.

But to Lai's surprise, those teammates who had been persuading themselves not to pick up "trouble" before did not say anything, but acquiesced in this way of distribution.

This made Lai's heart warm.

"Wow!"

Walking on the cold dirt road, Lai was thinking about this, and suddenly, the "sweet potato" beside him screamed.

Towards the direction of home, it seemed that the whole was excited.

"Don't worry, I know you are hungry, I'll cook immediately when I go back."

Lai said, shrinking her neck.

"Wow!"

However, I don't know why, the sweet potato, which was very obedient in the past, is uncharacteristically uncharacteristic today and still keeps screaming. This made Lai annoyed and subconsciously speeded up his pace.

Finally, he came to the outside of his small courtyard, and when he looked up, he was slightly startled.

In the dark courtyard, in the earth room of own, to be precise, there was a faint orange flame against it.

"this……"

Lay must be moving, but he didn't realize what happened.

Immediately, his nose moved suddenly, and a strong fragrance instantly enveloped him, making his cold body warm up suddenly, and his shriveled belly gurgled non-stop.

"Wow!"

The sweet potato was happily outside the fence gate, straightened his body, and his two forelimbs pressed against the fence gate, wagging his tail constantly, wanting to enter.

"Is it him? That freak?"

Lai suddenly woke up and quickly opened the courtyard gate in three and two steps.

Then carrying the bamboo basket, with the "sweet potato" climbed outside the door.

He opened the door and saw Cheng Lin holding a broom, frowning and staring at the tukang.

Saw one person and one dog entering the house.

He turned his head, smiled, and said, "I'm back? By the way, why doesn't your kang have a stove? How can you burn it at night like this?"

...

...

Lay has never been like this, and his whole mind is confused.

He almost forgot how he answered the other party, and how he was pulled over by the other party afterwards, sat down, and then picked up the bowl.

As for what happened after picking up the rice bowl...I can't remember even more.

He only remembered that "freak" used a spoon to serve him a bowl of porridge, and then handed him a wooden spoon, and then Lai was conquered by the rich aroma.

The hungry stomach made him too late to think, so he ate the whole person.

After the first bite of hot porridge entered his mouth, he could no longer control his own hands and mouth.

Obviously it is the most common and common food... Obviously every ingredient is so cooked by itself, but when they are mixed together and put in the mouth, they have an indescribable deliciousness.

Lai didn't know, this was the power of seasoning.

For a young man who had almost never touched condiments except for salt and a small amount of sweet and sour liquid brewed from wild fruits all year round, he suddenly tasted the many condiments made by human industrial civilization and marketed in the world... This was primitive to him. For the taste buds, it is a cruel enjoyment.

It is a complete destruction of the concept of "food"!

As the lowest and most impoverished boy in Longjue's realm, in his limited vitality, the only thing that needs to be considered is whether there is something to eat tomorrow, not whether the food is "delicious", and even in Lai's dictionary of life, there is never " "Gourmet" is the word.

Therefore, when Cheng Lin made a pot of "barely edible" hot porridge with the condiments he had been accustomed to, and placed it in front of Lai...everything became a matter of course.

"Snoring, snoring..."

Cheng Lin sat quietly on the opposite side of the hearth, through the red charcoal, looking at the selfless teenagers eating opposite, and the same selfless "sweet potatoes", smiling silently.

Just keep adding porridge to them one by one.

When he cooks, he takes into account that he needs two mouths to eat, so he has put enough weight.

But soon, a pot of porridge still bottomed out.

Fortunately, just after the bottom of the pot was poured out, Lai and "Diagua" both showed contented expressions.

"belch."

Putting down the bowl and spoon, Young Lai squinted his eyes, rubbed his chubby belly, and roasted the hearth full of heat beside him. He felt unprecedented happiness.

Beside him, "Diagua" was also limp on the ground, with his paws under his chin, leaning close to the hearth, his face full of enjoyment.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lai finally recovered and looked at the "freak" sitting on the floor opposite.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he seemed unable to speak.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he blushed and said:

"This pot... let us eat it? You seem to have not eaten it?"

Cheng Lin smiled slightly, showing snow-white teeth: "No, I have eaten before you come back."

After a pause, he said again: "Thank you very much for saving me back, yeah, but I am very new to this place. Can you tell me where this is?"

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