Doomsday: Don't Bother Me Salted Fish

Chapter 633 Dinner

Author: Hua Zhizhi

Chapter 633 Dinner

At dawn the next day, Shen Huijuan got up early to make breakfast. The temperature was slightly cooler before the sun rose.

Jian Yahong couldn't do much to help, so he could only manually fan himself to help cool down.

Zhou Youan went to find Gu Xiaoming and handed the corpses of several mutated ants to Gu Xiaoming.

Gu Xiaoming was very surprised and asked Zhou Youan for details before letting him leave.

The mutated ants are not big, and they will not turn into zombies if they bite people. But if they are numerous enough, it will be a disaster. Even Jian Yue and the others have stayed away, which shows how aggressive they are.

When Zhou Youan came back, the aroma of the food was already wafting out.

People living in this community have always suffered. They smell the fragrance every day but cannot eat it, and they don't even dare to think anything wrong.

She still wanted to eat something light in the morning, so Shen Huijuan only made porridge, planned to stir-fry two side dishes, and steam some steamed buns for the young man who had a big appetite.

No one plans to go out today and will continue to build a tree house. If possible, it would be better to live in a more relaxed place so as not to affect each other's rest.

As soon as breakfast was ready, everyone dropped what they were doing and ran to the dining table.

When the green vegetables were put in the porridge, I couldn't taste any obvious difference, but the spicy and sour shredded potatoes did taste different from ordinary potatoes. I thought it might be a problem with the cooking method, but no one raised any questions.

It tastes like potatoes, but not quite like them. I feel like the taste and texture are just a bit off. It even doesn't feel like potatoes. It's not unpleasant, but it's not delicious either.

In the end, it was Shen Huijuan who raised the question herself. While recalling her own cooking steps, she thought there was nothing wrong with her: "Why do these shredded potatoes taste weird?"

Jianyue was very calm: "Mom, the things that grow in the ground are probably different from the things that are spawned by supernatural powers. After all, the growth environment is different, and things that are forced to grow must have less flavor."

Shen Huijuan thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively: "You're right, that's how it feels. I was still wondering if my skills had deteriorated. It turned out to be a problem with the ingredients."

Tan Zhewen praised it very much: "Aunt Shen, this is already very good. Others can't eat it if they want to."

The taste is a bit strange, but it's not unacceptable. It's just slightly different from what I remember, so I need to get used to it.

Zheng Yue asked doubtfully: "Are there other things that were spawned that taste worse?"

Tan Qian immediately became worried: "Will the watermelon I want to eat not be sweet?"

"possible."

Jian Yue said this, but she was actually very sure, but she couldn't be too direct.

She thinks that these vegetables and fruits are not as delicious as before, maybe because of the lack of sunlight, but this is just a guess without any basis.

Zhou Youan answered: "If the watermelon is not sweet, it means there is not enough light time. Will it be better if it is exposed to the sun to induce birth or if it is exposed to the sun after birth?"

"My superpower has almost recovered. I can try it after eating." Zheng Yue was eager to give it a try.

He wanted to know how far his powers could go.

After breakfast, Zheng Yue ran to the sun to induce the growth of a potato plant, produced a few potatoes, and dried them in the sun, intending to save them for lunch.

They also placed two watermelons inside and outside the house. They planned to dry the ones outside for a few hours and save them for eating at night. For fear of damaging the watermelons, they did not pick them off the vines and the vines were soaked in water.

The watermelon grown in the house was cut into pieces and eaten directly. As Tan Qian predicted, it was not very sweet, as if it was not ripe, but both in appearance and texture, it was a ripe watermelon, but the taste was slightly worse.

(End of chapter)