In the early morning, the bright sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the room.

The room is not big, only about 20 square meters, and the furnishings are also very simple, a bed, a square table, a folding stool, and there are not many things in the bathroom of less than five square meters, which can be seen at a glance.

At a certain moment, Zhao Zixian on the bed opened his eyes in a daze, he blocked the dazzling sunlight with his hand, and immediately turned over, he drank very little, he only drank three bottles of beer last night, his head was heavy, and he didn't have time to wash it after returning to the house, he fell asleep directly, and only woke up now.

"Well, what is it?" Zhao Zixian rubbed his temples with his hands, trying to shake off the last trace of dizziness, but when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a book with a yellow cover at the head of the bed, he picked it up and looked at it: "Immortal spectrum?" ”

After a brief recollection, Zhao Zixian remembered a little confusedly that this broken book seemed to have been bought at Chen Bo's used bookstall last night, "Is my brain pumping, why did you buy this broken thing?" Zhao Zixian patted his head a little annoyed, instead of spending money to buy this useless broken cookbook, it is better to buy a collection of yellow jokes to relieve his loneliness, not to mention, he is now unemployed, the economy is tight, and before he finds a new job, he has to watch every penny be spent.

Turning the pages of the book depressedly, Zhao Zixian was thinking about whether to sell this broken score back to Uncle Chen, five yuan is fine, but inadvertently, his gaze was fixed on a certain page in the score, a white porcelain plate was painted on the page, and a golden roast duck was placed on the plate, just from the appearance, this roast duck was enough to arouse Zhao Zixian's appetite, he moved his eyes again, and found that there were a few lines of small words under the color book:

Dish name: Beer duck

Function: Eliminate excess fat and remove beer belly

Ingredients: 1 duck, 3 bottles of beer, 5 figs, some ginger and shallots

Method: Heat the pan and add a little oil

Zhao Zixian's eyes are wide, beer duck? Go to a beer belly? Doesn't this mean that cigarettes have the effect of invigorating the lungs? How can it be!

Looking at this ridiculous introduction, Zhao Zixian shook his head speechlessly, threw the immortal spectrum on the bed casually, stood up and walked to the bathroom, and muttered at the same time: "It's really decaying recently, not to mention losing my job, and nervously buying a pirated cookbook"

The sound of rushing water sounded, Zhao Zixian took a bath inside, although he was not a rich man, he still loved cleanliness, and he couldn't stand the smell of wine all over his body.

After some washing, Zhao Zixian came out wrapped in a towel, the work was gone, and he didn't know what to do, just at this time there was a gurgling sound in his stomach, Zhao Zixian looked up at the wall clock on the wall, grass, it was almost 12 o'clock, and he was not an ordinary person who could sleep.

"Find a job slowly, let's solve the problem of food and clothing first!" Zhao Zixian, who came out of the countryside, is optimistic and cheerful by nature, although he did not indulge himself, but he never treated himself badly, in his words, "No one else treats you badly, isn't it evil that you treat yourself badly?" ”

Quickly changed his clothes, Zhao Zixian was going to go out, he only had a thousand yuan of funds left, and he didn't dare to go to the restaurant to spend, just thinking about finding a small restaurant to order a bowl of noodles or eat a ten-yuan fast food, but at the moment when he wanted to close the door, his eyes fell on the immortal spectrum on the bed again, and the ethereal voice last night seemed to sound strangely: "Immortal spectrum, immortal spectrum"

Zhao Zixian shook his head, and the voice disappeared suddenly, he thought he was hallucinating, so he wanted to close the door, but the voice sounded again: "Immortal spectrum, immortal spectrum"

Zhao Zixian was a little confused, the broken recipe seemed a little weird

He walked to the side of the bed, copied the immortal spectrum, carefully checked it up and down, inside and out, and didn't find anything unusual, just a broken book, but the strange voice just now made Zhao Zixian feel a little unusual.

"Why don't you just press this and make a try." Zhao Zixian suddenly had such an idea in his heart, and immediately felt that it was feasible, anyway, he was unemployed, and he had time, so it was better to go to the market to buy materials and come back to make them, and there were some pots and dishes at home, and it was better to make a dish or drip it, which was healthier and safer than eating outside.

Just do it, Zhao Zixian turned the pages of the book, his eyes stayed on the beer duck he saw before, he looked at his big belly caused by not doing exercise for many years, and his heart couldn't help but move: If the effect on this spectrum is useful and can remove the beer belly, wouldn't his handsome image increase a few points?

With such a YY in his heart, Zhao Zixian couldn't help grinning, it seemed that his figure had returned to the sturdy and well-proportioned time when he was a student, running like the wind on the track and field, moving like a rabbit on the basketball court, looking at himself like a without a math girl, with heart-shaped stars in his eyes: "Senior String is so cool, Senior String is so handsome"

After a long time, Zhao Zixian came back to his senses from the height of YY, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then put down the immortal spectrum, and hurriedly closed the door and went out.

Zhao Zixian's rented community is not far from the vegetable market, less than ten minutes, Zhao Zixian rushed to the market, he has seen a few glances at the introduction of beer duck, and remembers the required materials clearly, so as soon as he arrived at the market, he walked around, looking for the materials needed in various stalls.

The vegetable market in Haikou City is no better than others, although it looks dirty, but in fact it is fresher and cheaper than the food in the supermarket, and many people who are old and sophisticated will come here to buy vegetables, fruits, fish and meat, instead of going to the supermarket to buy those refrigerated products.

Zhao Zixian grew up in the countryside, and his knowledge of these foods was not bad, and soon, he purchased the materials he needed, and also used his three-inch tongue to cut the price to the minimum, so that those women sellers rolled their eyes.

"There are five figs left, and we're done." Zhao Zixian was holding a duck in his left hand and a few bags full of materials in his right hand, walking all the way forward, looking left and right at the same time, looking for figs.

"There it is." After walking more than ten steps, Zhao Zixian saw a bamboo basket on a stall on the right, on which five or six figs were scattered around.

Zhao Zixian walked into the stall, nodded his chin in the direction of the fig, and said to the boss: "Boss, I want five of these figs." ”

The boss said hello, then took out a small plastic bag, and wanted to put the figs in, but at this time, a white arm suddenly stretched out next to him, and at the same time, a delicate voice sounded in Zhao Zixian's ears: "I'm sorry, I want these figs." ”