Deep Space Fleet

Many are relatively simple foods such as oden, which can be cooked in a pot of soup, and some are ethnic foods. However, for the current conditions, this kind of stuff is delicious enough.

Zhang Yuan ate a meatball that he didn't like to eat very much into his stomach, and the spicy taste directly choked it into his throat, and almost burst into tears.

Maybe it's because the chili oil in Chaotianjiao is too spicy, or maybe it's some other reason...

How long had it been since he had this taste last time?

"How about it, my cooking skills are pretty good! I made these fish balls myself." Lin Xuanxuan asked with a smile, looking at him with teary eyes.

Zhang Yuan doesn't know what to say, the taste is actually quite ordinary, no matter how you make the meatball, it will be the same.

However, the food made by hand, and after being boiled in chili water, it seems to have a different feeling, and the taste is a bit different.

That feeling is simply...

soul!

"It's very good, but it's a bit spicy!" As he said, he couldn't help wiping the sweat off his face.

The spiciness made it impossible for him to distinguish other flavors.

In other words, what you eat is not the taste itself, but the nostalgia for your hometown...

People from different places have their own tastes. Northwest is the taste of mutton and sliced ​​noodles, Shandong is the taste of steamed stuffed bun dumplings wrapped in pork, Sichuan is a pot of tumbling red oil, and Jiangnan is sweet and delicate lotus root stuffed with the aroma of glutinous rice. .

Although this spicy taste is not the taste of his real hometown, it is enough to make people nostalgic. Because the whole earth is already considered a big hometown, even eating pasta... can be regarded as the taste of hometown.

"That Chaotian pepper is really too spicy. It should be grown in the botanical garden. It can be used for many years after one cultivation...By the way, are you a girl from Sichuan, and you also brought a bottle of chili oil on the spaceship?"

"Guess, guess..." Lin Xuanxuan's face was blushing, already overwhelmed by the spicy taste.

"I don't think so, you are so afraid of spicy food!"

"Don't I look like a hottie? Ha!"

After a while, the big troops came.

Hearing that the "generous and hospitable" Mr. Zhang Yuan is going to invite everyone to dinner, everyone is very excited. Especially when they walked into the cafeteria, many former Xia people could smell the familiar smell and showed interest.

The whole dinner takes the form of a buffet, of course, you can also choose to do it yourself, with plenty of food and clothing.

At this moment, what almost everyone thinks of is not the dishes made by a certain star hotel or a certain chef, but the smell of their childhood hometown.

Many people chatted together while eating, and the overall atmosphere was very good.

"It's too spicy, it's too spicy, I really don't understand why you torture yourself. According to scientific research, spicy is actually a kind of toxin!" John ran over, sweating profusely.

"I want to eat some sugar, is there any sugar!"

His whole face was swollen from eating, his tongue stuck out, and there was no way to retract it.

"Who said that eating is only for health? Eating is only for taste." Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "John, enjoy the food... The food varieties of Xia people are much richer than yours."

"That... the black rice is really good. It would be even better if you could add a little curry. It's a pity that there is no curry."

"Curry Bibimbap?"

"yes!"

Zhang Yuan really couldn't agree with this guy's life taste.

The atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic. It seemed that everyone hadn't experienced such a lively scene for a long time. Even some people who didn't like lively scenes enjoyed it quite a bit.

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet!"

A young man suddenly shouted excitedly, "I'm here to invite Ms. An Feifei to perform a show for everyone."

A girl who seemed to have failed in the game of "Big Adventure" mustered up the courage to go on stage and sang an old song with a blushing face.

"Feeling stopped at my fingertips, like time frozen in an instant.

Remember to look into my firm eyes, maybe there is no tomorrow.

Facing the vast sea of ​​stars, we are as tiny as dust..."

There is no accompaniment, just a cappella.

The level of the singer was not bad, and the light voice echoed in the hearts of everyone, making everyone stop talking.

Zhang Yuan raised his head.

Gathered light-years away, most of the same kind are in a deep sleep, and perhaps tomorrow will be a dream that cannot be woken up.

Three thousand years is too short, it is just a short moment in the universe.

Three thousand years is too long, maybe even the human civilization in the rear will disappear after waking up.

For some reason, Zhang Yuan felt a faint sense of bitterness in his heart.

If the false age is counted, he is over two hundred years old. According to the real age, he is also 27 years old. He has experienced enough things, and he is no longer an ignorant student who just graduated.

But now, a little food and a gathering can make him feel a feeling called happiness, which was unimaginable before.

Maybe, floating in the vast universe, dependent on this mothership, not knowing his ultimate fate, nor the direction of the future.

1.2 light years away, although there are more of the same kind, they no longer belong to the same era as them.

I can never go back to that beautiful and rough world.

I have never experienced this feeling of loneliness, and I may never really know it.

After singing a song, the singer bowed and stepped down.

Clap clap!

The applause was like thunder.

Immediately afterwards, another person spontaneously came to the stage and played a song "Childhood Memories" on the harmonica.

Memories of my childhood welled up in my heart. I remember that when I was young, my dad liked to play some pure music at home.

Now in this lonely small environment, hearing this song suddenly reminds me of many things buried deep in my memory, both happy and sad...

Next, another young man came on stage and demonstrated his basketball skills.

"Hi everyone, my name is Xu Kun, I'm a tenth-level employee of the Communications Department, I like singing, dancing, playing basketball, rap..."

"Music!"

"Hush!" There was a whistle from the audience.

To be honest, because he hasn't played basketball for a long time, this boy's technique is really a bit bad, but the slightly funny performance brought a joyful atmosphere.

These performers were all voluntary, and Zhang Yuan felt that his palms were a little red.

Three hours later, in a cheerful atmosphere, the dinner ended.

Overall, the dinner was quite enjoyable and nothing happened.

Many guys who always had a straight face also burst into smiles at one point. Anyway, there is no harm in getting together more and making more friends...