AT80 said: Joy and Flavor

In front of the bar, long tables are opened, seats are filled, dishes and chopsticks are ready, and people come and go.

To the left of the bank where supplies are distributed is the kitchen, which is a once prestigious seafood restaurant, the antique decoration style reveals a bit of old and weird at night, the firelight from the side of the bar reflects the red pillars of the porch in a mottled old color, the light inside is like day, the spacious back kitchen is crowded, and from time to time there are male and female militiamen rushing out with pots and plates, bringing steaming dishes to the table.

The natural gas pipeline of the restaurant was broken, and Ming Junwei was troublesome, so he replaced the natural gas equipment, looted all the restaurants in the city, and piled up a whole car wash room with gas canisters. There are several liquefied gas plants on the outskirts of the city, Ming Junwei was the first to fight there, and then for some reasons, there was a fierce friction between Ming Junwei and Gaoyang stationed in the ancient city, the two sides were deadlocked for a long time, no one refused to give in, Ming Junwei blew up the liquefied gas plant in a rage, and the violent explosion destroyed half of the suburbs, and also ushered in a group of walking corpses of a terrifying scale, which indirectly led to the re-flooding of corpses in the pathogenic area, and forced Gaoyang and his gang to the city wall by the way.

This is all in the past, Lin Daochang mentioned before that there was a large-scale walking corpse in the city, pinching the time to count, it was just when Ming Junwei and they made a big move.

Chong Guan's anger to blow up the liquefied gas plant sounds very exciting, but the direct or indirect consequences are not very beautiful, leaving aside the walking corpse and Gao Yang, cooking is a big delay. Fortunately, Ming Junwei and his group have been running around for a long time, and although the outdoor survival experience is not very good, it is more than enough to rely on the desolate city, there is no liquefied gas, and there are charcoal matches.

Therefore, the seafood restaurant with tall interior and exterior decoration has been reduced to a street restaurant, and after three or two years, the porch of the building has been smoked black by the billowing smoke in the back kitchen.

Chef Niangjia used liquefied gas in the riverbank camp, which was quite trouble-free at first, but later the number of personnel increased, and the small pot and small stove could not meet the demand, so the next batch of equipment was replaced, a large stove was built, and the vegetables were stewed in a large pot with a spatula every day, and the rations of the 100th people were obtained in minutes. From the river bank to the roundabout, the chef Jia returned to her old business, wearing a slightly yellowed chef's robe, wearing a high hat, an apron around her waist, a kitchen knife in her left hand and a big spoon in her right hand, and her status rose sharply.

There was a large group of people outside the kitchen, Ming Junwei, Song Jiu and others were impressively in the column, through the fire-lit fire-resistant glass window, they watched in a daze as the chef Niangjia took Effie and Gu Li to kill in all directions, and burned all kinds of food stored in the warehouse into pots of fragrant and delicious dishes.

Prior to this, there were no full-time chefs around the island, and the staff was basically rotated, and men and women could prepare more or less several dishes. Later, Yinuo was the master of the kitchen for a while, and the hens fed around the island saved a lot of eggs, and Yinuo took care of everything, saying that he wanted to change the mouth of the diners around the island, so he entered the kitchen in a grand manner. In the days that followed, a hard dish called "egg sauce" swept around the island, and from morning to night, every meal must be served. Later, the people around the island could not resist it, and although they lived in honeypots compared to the survivors who shaved the bark, they ate every month in a row...... The people around the island have the heart to gnaw on the bark of the tree.

Song Jiu and the others didn't know the prestige of "egg sauce", so when they saw that the eyes of those militiamen looking at Chef Niangjia turned into admiration, they couldn't help but be a little curious. Tsk tsk, there is so much food in the warehouse, as for stir-frying a few dishes, is it enough to be hungry for this virtue?

The people outside the kitchen have their own thoughts, but the people in the kitchen are under a lot of pressure.

The roundabout is abundant in materials, and the personnel are more than the riverbank, especially there is no big pot stove here, only three small pots can be divided into one by one, Effie is a high apprentice brought out by the chef Niangjia, the level of the rice thorn sister is estimated to be about the same as Yinuo, the three of them are busy inside and out, I wanted to call the female relatives around the island to help the handle, but the cooking skills here are basically a trick, the more people the more chaotic, so I had to clean up the venue, and the three old partners wrapped up this flowing water seat.

During this period, Song Jiu mentioned the winemaking skills of Chef Niangjia, Ming Junwei's eyes lit up after hearing it, and he sneakily ran downstairs to work for a while, and after a while, he ran up with a wine jar, and invited Chef Niangjia to taste it with a little pride. Cook Niangjia was very busy, and when she heard that she had made her own wine to moisten her throat, she was also happy to be idle, so Shi Shiran came out to steal her mouth, took a sip, and went into the kitchen with the wine jar.

"Tut-tut, fellow travelers." Ming Junwei rubbed his palms excitedly, his eyes were full of admiration, and he praised: "You chef is a person who understands wine at a glance." ”

As soon as Ming Junwei's words fell, a three-foot-high fire suddenly burst out on the kitchen stove, and when he looked closely, it was the chef Niangjia who lifted the wine jar and poured the wine into the stove.

"......" The excitement on Ming Junwei's face froze.

Chef Niangjia took off her top hat and fanned the wind, took out the empty wine jar, and said with a light smile: "It's just that the fire is not hot, and this jar is enough to stir-fry the alcohol." ”

"......" Ming Junwei was speechless, and his face burned into flames. Lu Qian and Song Yao snickered, and gave Chef Niangjia a thumbs up.

The kitchen was busy for almost two hours, consuming a large number of ingredients, and finally filling the long table. Chef Niangjia told Ming Junwei in line with the principle of being in charge that she couldn't use so many dishes, it was too wasteful, but Ming Daxia didn't follow it, and said that she had to make up enough for a long table, and she didn't care about the consumption of ingredients at all. Although the ingredients are monotonous, fortunately, there are enough seasonings in the kitchen, there are people sitting on both sides of the long table, and the dishes from all over the world are placed on the table.

The crowd sat down one by one, Ming Junwei was in the main position, Song Yao, Lu Qian on the left and right, Yinuo, Xiao Wei, and graduate students were lined up on both sides, and down was the Song wine team, Luo Yu and Mengfan girls were next to him, the fake Taoist priest and Liu Yan were thrown into the militia pile, Jiao Ziqian Beauty was lying on the hospital bed, and a table was added to him alone, and each dish was simmered into a pot with two spoonfuls, and a cup of Ming Junwei's self-brewed wine was poked next to it, which was both bitter and pitiful.

Looking at the vivid faces on both sides of the long table, Ming Junwei felt that he was a little drunk before he had drunk.

"Everyone..."Ming Junwei knocked on the table, stood up with a wine glass, looked around the crowd, a touch of hard words floated on his weather-beaten face, he wanted to say a few words of inspiration, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not appropriate to say anything, he groaned for a while, and said lightly: "Eat and drink well, don't get drunk and don't return." ”

The crowd below seemed to have become accustomed to Ming Junwei's words and actions, and after listening to the eight-character mantra at the dinner table, the hall burst into laughter, some whistled, some shouted 'Brother Ming will say two more words', some smirked and applauded, and some had already picked up chopsticks and feasted.

Ming Junwei also smiled, there was a bitterness in his smile that only a few people understand, but it was only a moment before he recovered, and said with a smile: "I'm tired for a day, don't talk nonsense, eat openly, drink openly, the old rule, start three cups first." ”

The crowd stopped laughing and raised their glasses in earnest.

"First drink, to leave our partner."

The crowd was stunned and drank it all.

"Second cup, to the new friends who have joined us."

Drink again.

"The third cup, toast ourselves."

After three glasses of wine, a hot air rose from the stomach and instantly filled the whole body.

Song Wine and the others are also considered to have been on the battlefield for a long time, with three simple sentences and three simple glasses of wine, they all understand the bitter laughter contained in them, so they also drank very seriously.

The night sky of the city is bright and starry, the ink-colored sky is dotted with bright fluorescence, the wind is bleak, and the people are silent.

The atmosphere is always like this, from the high to the trough, and then from the trough to the new high. Song Jiu has been observing the group of people around the island, and there is no imaginary sorrow, these people are the ones who really see through the separation of life and death, and really treat every day as if they were earned for nothing. The dull atmosphere was quickly swept away, just like Ming Junwei said, everyone is open to eat, open to drink, regardless of men and women, talking and laughing, indulging in drinking, drunk if there is wine today, who cares about the rights and wrongs of tomorrow, a group of heroes in the green forest, see in the eyes, respect in the heart.

In contrast, the group of riverside ladies brought by Song Jiu and them are much more beautiful, but there is no blame, and the environment is different, and it is inevitable that there will be differences in mentality. If they can stay here for a long time, it won't be long before they get used to it.

There are two accommodation areas around the island, one is a mass seller KTV, a fast hotel, the crowd goes back to their homes, orderly, the noise is gradually weakened, only Ming Junwei and Song Wine are still not moving.

More than a dozen people sat at a table, basically eating a round belly, and then they all rested their chopsticks, smoking, panting, and chatting.

Effie was exquisite, and estimated that the two groups of people should have something serious to say, so she took the rice prickly girl to simply clean up the leftovers and prepare to leave the table, in Effie's opinion, she is an outsider after all, and she can't compare to Luo Yu and Mengfan, so she will still be restrained on many occasions.

"Sit down, what's the hurry?" Song Jiu sat up and greeted.

"Huh?" Effie was slightly stunned, and was embarrassed to say anything, so she had to sit down with Mi Fen Thorn Sister again.

"No outsiders." Song Jiu looked at Ming Junwei.

"Well, almost." Ming Junwei put off the cigarette butt and sat up, sighing inexplicably.

"Thank you for your medical assistance and for your hospitality." Song Jiu said.

"You're welcome." Ming Junwei nodded and said, "Thank you for sending charcoal in the snow, as well as this table of wine and food." ”

The two leaders brushed out two rows of sanitary balls and booed with disdain.

"Good guy, there are no outsiders, these two are on the shelf." Lu Qian chuckled and shook her head helplessly: "I know that you two are the boss, can you talk well." ”

Shopkeeper Ming and Shopkeeper Song blushed at the same time, and smiled wryly, not knowing what to say. It's not that the two of them are deliberately pretending, it's just ...... Except for Song Yao in the middle, the two groups of people really don't have any friendship.

"Let's do it." Lu Qian pursed her lips, picked up the cup and gestured to the chef Jiajia: "First of all, of course, I want to have a drink for the reunion of this sister and brother, right!" ”

"A must." Xiao Wei and the others echoed in unison, and Luo Yu also smiled skillfully here, raising his glass and taking a sip.

"Secondly......" Lu Qian smacked her lips, and her face became strange, "Secondly" failed to "second" for a long time, so she had to put down her wine glass and spread her hands: "Come on, I don't know what to say." ”

Song Jiu lowered his head and smiled, pondered for a while, raised his head and said, "To be honest, I am still a little foggy, and it is like a dream to find my sister here." ”

Ming Junwei was thoughtful, didn't pick up, and said, "Song wine, you and your people, stay." After a pause, he said, "Of course, it's not just because of your relationship with Yaoyao, you should understand what I mean." ”

"We've already brought trouble, and I'm afraid there will be problems if we stay for a long time." Song Jiu didn't hide it, and confessed: "Those people came at me today and implicated you for no reason. ”

"Nope." Ming Junwei smiled miserably, lit a cigarette, and said, "That's what I'm going to say, those people are our common enemies." ”

Lu Qian and the others looked at each other, how could the dignified confession meeting become a battle conference room again???

"Brother Ming, can you not talk about this today, what a bad scenery." Yinuo pursed his lips and muttered, "I'll talk about it during the day." ”

Ming Junwei smiled dumbly, waved his hand and said, "Also, let his sister and brother say these words." Come on, drink some more, rest after drinking, the days will be long, let's talk slowly. ”

Song Jiu nodded, in fact, he thought so in his heart, fighting side by side in an emergency does not mean that they can sit together and dig out their hearts and lungs, especially for those of them who have been crawling in the sea of corpses for a long time, it takes time to dissolve strangers and build trust, not a bond of family affection.

The bosses on both sides nodded, and the rest of the people naturally had nothing to say, Lu Qian and the others were okay, at least their own home field, Luo Yu and the others were different, Song Jiu had nothing to say, they were also choking enough, and they were relieved to hear that they could finally end the game.

Luo Yu and Chef Niangjia and others were taken by Lu Qian to their new residence, Ming Junwei didn't move, leaving Xiao Wei and Liu Yan to drink with him, Song Jiu didn't care, got up and left with Song Yao, he had too many questions in his heart, and was eager to get an answer.

Song Yao lives on the third floor of the Express Hotel, which is a standard room with a simple layout, and the candle is lit in the room, the lampshade is closed, and the warm light illuminates the room.

"Want to take a bath?" Song Yao closed the door and opened the window, the bed was covered with a thin quilt, with a faint feminine fragrance.

"I'd better go back to my house and wash it." Song Jiu smiled, took out the notebook that he had tucked for a day from his arms and handed it to Song Yao: "This was found in your cake shop, and there is a photo frame, it seems to have fallen into the bar." ”

Song Yao was stunned, took the notebook and opened it lightly, then put it in the drawer. She didn't say anything, but Song Jiu noticed that her eyes were a little red.

"You've been here for so many years, why didn't you go and get it back?" Song Jiu sat on the back chair and asked casually.

"It's all gone, and it's just a matter of sorrow when you take it back." A wry smile tugged at the corner of Song Yao's mouth, and she took off her coat with her back to Song Jiu.

Song Jiu's eyebrows twisted, he saw that the blood hole in Song Yao's back that was pulled out by the bullet had already begun to heal, the contrast between the tender new flesh and the white skin was extremely strong, and after returning to the roundabout, Song Yao had already cleaned the wound, and there was no blood stain at this time, but it was more terrifying than the blur of flesh and blood.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you one by one." Song Yao put on her pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the big boy in front of her, her thoughts almost flew again.

Once upon a time, there was a person like him who sat beside him like this, and would look at him with distressed eyes.

Like, not like, that person always has a smile on his face, that person's eyebrows will not be depressed, that person has no heart and lungs, and that person has warmth that can dispel the cold.

And these, Song wine does not have, it is like two positive and negative, similar ages, completely different colors.

The candle flame flickered, and the figure pulled.

Song Yao sighed, brushed her fingertips over her brother's side face, and softly, talking about the past, the past......

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