Natural Disasters, I Hoard Billions Of Supplies To Survive In The Last Days

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Su Nian knocked on Jingmo's door.

Before the door was opened, Jing Mo's voice came from the room.

"coming!"

After a while, footsteps approached, and the door opened. Biqu library

Su Nian walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Are you cooking in your bedroom now?" Su Nian asked Jingmo.

"Yes. Let's go in, it's warm inside."

Hearing Jing Mo's words, Su Nian followed him into the bedroom.

In the small bedroom, there is a bed, a stove, and a square table, and there are many boxes stacked against the wall.

I don't know if it's because there are a lot of things piled up in the room, which makes the space smaller, but as soon as Su Nian entered the room, Su Nian felt very warm.

Obviously, Jingmo didn't have as many heating equipment as she did, and only had one stove, but the temperature in the room didn't seem to differ much.

But Su Nian didn't ask too much.

Whether it is before or after the end of the world, Su Nian is not too interested in probing other people's private affairs.

On the wall next to the stove, there is a wrought iron three-tier shelf, on which are all seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Su Nian took a closer look and found that the seasoning prepared by Jingmo was really complete.

The square table in the middle of the room is also full of various ingredients that have been washed.

Jing Mo took a book and opened a page to show Su Nian.

"I think this sweet and sour fish looks really good."

Jing Mo said as he turned over a few pages of the book, "And this spicy chicken diced, it looks delicious too.

In addition to these two, you can also fry a shredded potato, what do you think? "

Su Nian listened to Jing Mo's words and looked at the square table again.

I saw a cleaned fish on the plate, and a chicken that had been chopped into small pieces in the small basin.

In another small basin, soaked shredded potatoes.

The shredded potatoes were cut very finely, and one could tell by looking at the skill of the knife.

The ingredients are from Jingmo, and he is going to be taught to cook. Of course, he can do whatever he says, and Su Nian has no objections.

"Then pour oil into the pan first!" Su Nian said.

Whether it's spicy chicken or sweet and sour fish, you have to go through the oil before proceeding to the next step.

Seeing that Jingmo had a lot of shredded potatoes, Su Nian simply fried them again.

some potatoes.

Thin potato shreds are coated with a little flour and fried in a hot oil pan.

When it is crispy and golden, take it out, sprinkle chili powder and cumin powder on it, and eat it directly.

Although the ingredients are very simple, the fragrance is extremely overbearing.

If it weren't for a black-tech range hood working all the time, the smell would probably make many people cry.

Others can't help but cry, but Jing Mo obviously likes it very much, giving Su Nian a thumbs up while eating.

"Really delicious!"

Seeing Jing Mo like this, Su Nian wanted to laugh, and asked casually, "Why do you look like you have never eaten before?"

"I just haven't eaten it!"

"Um?"

Su Nian paused, "Have you eaten?"

But before Jing Mo could answer, Su Nian had already figured it out.

"This kind of snack is indeed not available in higher-end restaurants."

No matter how you look at it, the pre-apocalyptic conditions in Jingmo should be quite superior, and it's normal that you haven't eaten this kind of snack.

I just don't know how Jing Mo got so messed up that he couldn't even afford to eat when the extreme heat just arrived.

Jing Mo, who was eating fried potato shreds, paused for a moment, then smiled and said to Su Nian, "There are so many things I haven't eaten before, and I want to learn all of them. Please teach me in the future."

Su Nian, "..."

Su Nian didn't think it was too much trouble.

The days are long, and teaching Jingmo to cook is a way to adjust his life.

Since it is teaching, of course it is Jingmo who does it, and Su Nian stands aside to guide.

What Su Nian said was similar to what was on the recipe, but it was more detailed, and he would also tell Jing Mo what seasoning to put in when.

Jingmo's hands-on ability is still very strong, and a dish of fried chicken with spicy peppers looks good.

Both of them were standing by the stove, they could smell the pungent smell of chili peppers, their noses were sweating slightly, and their cheeks began to turn red.

After the spicy chicken diced is fried, put it in a small stainless steel basin and put it on the side of the stove. It can continue to be heated, so that it will not be cold before eating.

Taking advantage of this time, Jing Mo quickly washed the pot, poured oil into the pot again, and started cooking sweet and sour fish.

The shredded potatoes are fried last.

Because the firepower of the stove is strong enough, the potato shreds are cut very finely, stir-fried and seasoned

Fast enough.

Su Nian stood aside, let Jing Mo stir fry, and she added seasonings.

The two cooperated, and after two minutes, the potato shreds could be out of the pan and served on a plate.

Three dishes of two meat dishes and one vegetarian dish, Jingmo also steamed a pot of rice, and the two of them sat by the stove and had dinner.

Jing Mo didn't move his chopsticks, but looked at Su Nian eagerly, "How does it taste?"

Su Nian looked at Jing Mo upon hearing this, and saw a trace of nervousness in his beautiful eyes.

When they were away from home, Jing Mo never showed any nervousness, whether they were facing robbers or hordes of wild animals.

But now, because of a dish, Jing Mo became nervous.

Su Nian felt a little complicated, so he tasted the spicy chicken seriously, and finally gave a pertinent answer.

"The heat is not well controlled, and the chicken is not tender enough, but it's already great when you make it for the first time."

The same is true for sweet and sour fish, because the heat and dosage are not very precise, so it does not make the best taste.

But Su Nian thinks that for those who do it for the first time, it is quite good to be able to do it like this.

Hearing Su Nian's comment, Jing Mo grinned, "If you think it's delicious, it must be delicious. I don't worry about that, let's eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

What do you mean he feels relieved when she finds it delicious?

Su Nian always felt that these words were a bit strange.

But looking at Jing Mo again, he saw that he had already started to bury his head in cooking, so he didn't think about it anymore, and started to eat seriously.

Except for the unfinished rice, the three dishes were eaten by two people.

No soup was made, but Jing Mo took out the Coke, and each of them got a can.

Coke is at room temperature and is piled up by the wall.

But now the room is only ten degrees Celsius, and the normal-temperature Coke feels a little chilled in my mouth.

Jing Mo's slender fingers gently turned the can of Coke.

"No wonder people say this is happy water, it is indeed very happy to drink!"

Su Nian looked at Jing Mo when he heard the words, and saw interest in Jing Mo's eyes.

Seeing him like this, the weird feeling in Su Nian's heart surged up again.

Su Nian thought about it and said, "You... seem to be very unfamiliar with these things?"