Mystery meat, this is a name given to "Spam" luncheon meat by American soldiers during World War II, and now the shareholders of the Great Viper Weapons Company use it to refer to Qin Lang's prototype luncheon meat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he has time, Qin Lang will make luncheon meat in the kitchen with different proportions of various ingredients, in search of an "optimal" recipe that is inexpensive and does not taste so bad. Actually, this is not a bad thing, but he always boils a big pot at a time, at least a few kilograms.

Of course, he couldn't eat all this luncheon meat alone, and since he had to test the taste, he also needed to find some people to taste it with. As a result, Rachel, O'Connor, Duncan, and Yi Shui became the subjects of experimentation, great humanoid mice.

As long as Qin Lang eats at home, their food is definitely only luncheon meat - Qin Lang will fry luncheon meat for breakfast, roast luncheon meat for dinner, put it in rice cakes for dinner, and then luncheon meat pie the next morning...... There are also stewed luncheon meat, luncheon meat pie, boiled luncheon meat greased......

After eating so much luncheon meat, now, anyone who sees that thing will feel sick.

"My God," Rachel drew a cross on his chest, "it looks like you're right, Duncan, we should indeed go out for dinner." ”

"So what are you waiting for? Let's go. Duncan urged. The crisis has not been completely resolved, and if Qin Lang finds out that they are preparing to slip away, then they will not be able to leave.

"Yes, let's go." Rachel nodded. But she forgot about her cousin.

"Rachel, we can't get out." Elizabeth grabbed her cousin, "Since someone is preparing dinner for us, we shouldn't sneak away, it's rude to do so." ”

"It's at least better to be rude than to make us disgusted together, Elizabeth."

"That's true, Miss Daubers, I sincerely advise you not to eat anything that Qin Lang has prepared for you." O'Connor also said to Elizabeth with a serious expression, "Those things will make you sick for the rest of your life, even if it's just by seeing them in a shop window." ”

Duncan is even more exaggerated. "Even just thinking about it makes you feel disgusting."

"Let's go out to dinner." Yi Shui also said, with a little pleading ingredient.

Elizabeth looked at them, did not say a word, remained silent, as if thinking about something. Eventually, after a few minutes, she moved away and grabbed Rachel's hand. "Well, since you insist...... Then go out to dinner, and I'll stay. ”

"Thank you very much." Duncan looked a little impatient. But as soon as he took a step, he was dragged back to his original position by Rachel.

She looked at her cousin with a pleading gaze. "Elizabeth, you are the protagonist of the day, what is the point of our dinner if you don't attend? Moreover, how could I bear to leave you here and make you another victim of Qin Lang's experiment? ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Rachel." Elizabeth whispered but firmly refused, "I can't leave without being rude, and I don't think it's as bad as you describe. ”

"That's because you haven't eaten Qin Lang's 'mysterious meat'......" Duncan muttered, but was glared at by Rachel, so he had to swallow all the words back.

"Elizabeth," she continued to persuade her cousin, "don't be so stubborn, we're all for your good." You don't know what's going on here—"

That's why I can't fully believe every word you say. Rachel, I'm not going anywhere. "At some point, Elizabeth. Daubers was indeed a very stubborn, even a little unreasonable woman - otherwise she would not have been able to withstand the pressure of her family to study chemistry.

And she is also accustomed to proving her point with practical actions. After dropping a hard declaration, she went upstairs, leaving the other four people in the hall looking at each other like fools, speechless.

There was a long silence before Duncan cautiously asked, "What shall we do?" ”

"What else can I do? Stay, of course. Rachel glared at him with a "you don't want to live if I'm dead" expression, "Elizabeth wants to stay, of course I have to stay, in that case, what are you going to do out there?" ”

"It's not fair!" Duncan began to protest, "Rachel, you can't drag us all into the water so morally—"

"Protests are ineffective." She began to walk up the stairs, "Anyway, no one is allowed to leave today." Then she went upstairs too.

Now there are only three people left in the hall.

"What to do? Are we really going to do what Rachel has to do and stay and suffer with them? Duncan looked unwilling. Now his only hope is to convince O'Connor and Yi Shui. As long as they are willing to follow him out, then the problem is solved......

But Yi Shui was unwilling to risk offending Qin Lang and Rachel at the same time to go out with him, and O'Connor was a personable person, and it was impossible for him to watch the two ladies suffer alone. So together they patted Duncan on the shoulder. "Accept your fate, man, today we can only eat 'mysterious meat'."

"Hell!"

Since Yi Shui and O'Connor were unwilling to stand on his side, although extremely reluctant, Duncan could only sit at the table that Qin Lang had personally arranged. Just looking at the large plate of luncheon meat stewed with dried plums in front of him, he was so disgusted that he didn't even have the strength to pick up a fork, let alone eat them in his mouth.

Of course, Rachel, Yi Shui, and O'Connor behaved similarly - Rachel held his fork in a daze, Yi Shui slowly searched for the prunes, and O'Connor drank the wine one after another. Only Qin Lang and Elizabeth, one has no feeling for food at all, and the other is eating luncheon meat for the first time, so they still eat with relish.

And Elizabeth also thinks that the luncheon meat tastes very good.

She put down her fork, took a sip of wine, and then appreciated, "Dinner tastes good, Mr. Qin." ”

"Thank you very much for the compliment, Miss Daubers." Qin Lang smiled.

"I don't understand why they all look like they don't have an appetite," she took another sip of her wine, "and they're still trying to persuade me to go out for dinner this afternoon." ”

"They're just...... I've eaten too much and I'm tired of eating. Qin Lang continued to smile.

"I think that's the case." Elizabeth picked up the fork again and asked, "Can you tell me what this 'mysterious meat' is made of, Mr. Qin?" ”

"Of course." Qin Lang put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then said, "The raw materials are easy to find, pork, starch, and ya*-"

"Ya*!" Elizabeth was stunned. As a chemistry student, she is well aware of what Ya* is, and its properties. "Mr. Qin, you just said that you used Ya*?" She was more suspicious that Qin Lang might not know about Ya*'s toxicity at all, and use it as table salt - if he really used Ya*.

"In fact, I'm working on a new type of canned food that requires the use of sub* as a preservative. Oh, Miss Daubers, don't look at me like that. He stopped her from interjecting, "I'm well aware of the toxicity and pathogenicity of sub*, but it's a good food preservative, microbial repellent, and colorant." ”

"So...... Do you know something about chemistry? ”

"Some?" Qin Lang smiled, "Miss Daubers, you seem to be underestimating me too much. As offensive as my words may be to you, I would say that I probably know more about chemistry than you do. "That's a discounted statement. A twenty-first-century college student certainly learns much more about chemistry than a late-nineteenth-century college student.

After all, even radium bromide has not yet been refined.

But even so, Elizabeth still didn't believe his words, "Mr. Qin, I don't think it's a good habit to exaggerate. ”

"Why don't we put it to the test, Miss Daubers?" Qin Lang suggested.

"Yes."

So Elizabeth and Qin Lang began to discuss chemistry enthusiastically—at first it was just a small test to prove Qin Lang's chemistry skills, but soon the content of the discussion became a serious academic problem. And while they were discussing loudly, the remaining four people were completely depressed.

The four poor listeners, who could only watch the luncheon meat stew and prunes in a daze, could not understand what they were discussing—whether it was the periodic law or the structure of atoms and molecules, it was too profound for them, and that was the simplest of things.

But at least they reaffirmed a fact that they had confirmed a long time ago, but which they were almost forgetting now. "Qin Lang is a Frankenstein."