It's been stopped for so many days, and there are subscriptions one after another, which is not a taste.

I opened a new book and participated in the science fiction essay competition, so if you are interested, you can take a look.

Frozen Kitchen

Introduction: After 50 years of ice, human civilization broke down and a new civilization was formed. The remaining humans begin to explore the lost lands and try to find an opportunity to fight back.

In the special living environment, everyone has become independent, and trust has become their biggest suspicion.

Only by living can one be qualified to bear sin.

Body...

The cold wind is bleak, the ice is like a mirror, and there is a white expanse everywhere.

A plume of cooking smoke rose from the camp, and in the rudimentary kitchen, a monster about two meters long was thrown in a corner, half of its shell gone.

A large cauldron was steaming on a coal stove, and the sound of boiling water came from inside.

Not far away, a black-haired young man was working hard, his slender ten fingers without a single scratch, like the hands of a noble girl in a fortress.

At this moment, he is carefully taking the edible pieces of meat from the monster, he is a chef, there are chefs in every mercenary group, only chefs who have received systematic learning know how to match these monsters that contain a lot of toxins.

Frozen for fifty years, their food chain was completely broken.

Some of the old members here in their forties had only seen wheat and rice, and young people like Rob had only seen the corpses of monsters of all sizes.

"Rob, the head of the regiment is back, your hands and feet are quicker. ”

"Okay, okay!" the young man glanced up, then continued to bury his head in his work.

He's been here for seven months, and he's seen many monster corpses but never fought them. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he has a disability, and his left foot is about ten centimeters shorter than his right, so he goes to the battlefield only to die.

He put down the knife in his hand, limped over to the cauldron to pick up the lid, and took a heavy breath of heat to ease his cold body.

"Damn! it's getting colder, and if you don't go back to the dungeon, you're probably going to freeze to death here." ”

He grumbled, and warmed his hands in warm water before bringing out pieces of meat of various sizes. Looking at the steamed delicacies, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and only after making sure that there was no one around did he pick up the sharp kitchen knife.

In an instant, there was a sword in the kitchen, his eyes became sharp, and the steamed meat balls were divided into even granules by him, not the slightest bit.

Soon, thirty plates were piled up in front of the large table.

The entire mercenary group, plus him, has a total of thirty people, and the rest of the mercenary groups are the same, and the difference in number will not exceed five. Because the more people, the more costs are consumed, and the fewer people will face the danger of being swallowed by the insect tide.

With a ding, the tip of the knife was stuck in its place, and he nodded in satisfaction and began to mix special things, only these could make those warriors less afraid of the cold.

The Ice Worm's complete ice sac and the blood of the corpse lying not far away were the most basic cold protection potions, the only recipe he knew, not something he could buy, but something that everyone could learn when the chef was learning.

If you want more recipes, you can only buy recipes inside the barrier or with the merchants in the dungeon, but the former can't get into the latter but the price is too expensive, and their mercenary group may not be able to afford a potion recipe for a year. In such a harsh living environment, which regiment commander would spend such a great value on a chef?

The chef is dead, just change another one.

"Captain Barry, it's time to eat!"

He shouted at the top of his throat and held the soup in a vessel in his hand.

"Rob, you're slow again today, and the head of the regiment has already begun to complain about whether or not to replace you. Barry walked in with a few members of the group, and said in an accusatory tone.

Rob lowered his head slightly and whispered, "I'm sorry Captain Barry, I'll take notice." With the utensils in his hand, he followed Barry behind him and went into the main tent of the camp.

The regimental commander was a twice-blessed warrior, with rough brownish-red hair, thirty centimeters taller than him, and arms almost twice as thick as him, looking like a savage.

He bent down slightly, adding the cold potion to the vessel according to the condition of each member, and finally he walked over to the leader, his little finger inadvertently stirring in the vessel.

"Oriental hairy boy!" the rough voice sounded, and the words were full of irritability.

"Commander Donno. ”

His waist was bent lower, and his body trembled slightly, showing the appearance of a lowly person.

"Your movements are getting slower and slower, are you frozen?"

"Captain Donno, I'm just an ordinary chef, and my physique naturally can't be compared with you, the winter and snow season is coming. Rob explained.

"It's really troublesome, if it weren't for the fact that you weak chefs couldn't bear it, our regiment's income would have at least doubled. Just thinking that they would starve to death in five days without a cook, he waved his hand and said, "Go down." ”

Rob breathed a sigh of relief and slowly exited the main tent and headed back to the kitchen.

This is where Rob spends the most, preparing food during the day and sleeping with monster corpses at night, and the only benefit may be that the coal stove that is lit all day can ensure that he does not freeze to death to a certain extent.

Rob sat by the fire, holding a book in his hand, but he didn't have the slightest desire to read it, and his thoughts were a little wandering. I heard them say that the planet was not like this, and the original planet had four seasons, which were cold and warm. It was an alien civilization that broke into their home and eroded the entire planet in just half a year.

Among them, there is one of the most abundant ice worms, which scatters the cold, flowing liquid of the abdomen almost 24 hours a day on every corner of the planet. It has been argued that if they invade in the summer, humanity is sure to win that war.

Unfortunately, they seem to have been well prepared and waited until the coldest winter months to launch their invasion. A large number of civilizations have been destroyed, and technology has been set back by nearly four hundred years in just fifty years, which has led to the rather bizarre situation we have now.

The fortress is a place that every dungeon dweller wants to visit, and I heard that there is still a civilization there and has the breath of technology.

A year ago, he met Donno, who was a chef in the dungeon, and he immediately recognized his parents' killer, but unfortunately the inquisition had not yet been established and he was allowed to get away with it.

Today was the twentieth time he had added a condiment to Donno, the blood of a monster that would not clot and could remain dormant in the human body for thirty years.

When this blood reaches a certain amount, it will explode, and even a warrior who has received two blessings will still die inadvertently. Just wait, wait until Donno goes out in search of riches, and that's when it's time for him to take revenge.

He wasn't in a hurry, he didn't even pack his fleeing luggage, he wanted to see his body eaten by monsters with his own eyes. Closing the book, his hands lightly on his knees, "It is said that being a chef is the most useless profession, but I am in charge of your life and death." ”

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