The fragrance floats in all directions, and there are all kinds of flavors in the world.

Everyone's understanding of incense is not the same, as the so-called sweet in the south, salty in the north, spicy in the east, sour in the west.

Some people like coriander, and some people feel uncomfortable even when they smell it.

There are thousands of cuisines in the vast China, but there are very few dishes that can really adapt to everyone's tastes.

However, when the scent comes in.

But it makes everyone's tongue coating, giving birth to a familiar taste.

"I'm a little hungry!" Zhang Haigen sniffed this fragrance, a faint smell of pork ribs, which made Zhang Haigen's eyes blur.

That year, it snowed heavily in Jilin, and the car of their agricultural power team was trapped on the mountain road.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and it wasn't long before it was three feet thick.

He was trapped in the car with his master and a classmate.

The group was cold and hungry.

Seeing that it was getting dark, they were all about to despair.

With such a heavy snowfall, by the time the rescue team came, they would have frozen to death a long time ago.

But abandoning the car and leaving is also a dead end.

In desperation, someone suddenly knocked on their glass.

A fellow, speaking half-baked Mandarin, pulled out the car that was about to be frozen.

Pulled them to the village on horse-drawn sleighs.

I remember after they were dragged back to their hometown.

An old woman immediately brought them a bowl of hot pork rib soup.

The big yellow iron bowl, with a wisp of white smoke, slammed it on his face.

Zhang Haigen's face, which made him feel like he was about to freeze, seemed to come to life all of a sudden.

Ribs are not selected short ribs.

Rather, it was a large and rough bone, white soup, and a layer of oil flowers floating on it.

But every time Zhang Haigen recalls the taste of that bowl of pork rib soup, he always can't help but smile on his face.

And the fragrance I smelled at this time seemed to make me go back to that night.

"Hagen, sand in my eyes."

Next to Zhang Haigen, a girl with long brown hair rubbed her eyes with her hands, and her fingers pulled the corners of Zhang Haigen's clothes aggrievedly.

Zhang Haigen was stunned when he heard this, looked at the girl's red and swollen eyes, and tears fell down.

His face couldn't help but change, and he pulled the corners of his clothes back violently.

In the girl's stunned daze, she saw Zhang Haigen pushing away three meters away with a disgusted face: "Wang Lingling, don't you want to borrow my clothes to wipe your nose, my clothes are very expensive." ”

After the girl known as Wang Lingling heard Zhang Haigen's words, her originally aggrieved little face instantly turned red, she stomped her feet angrily, turned around and left, and she could vaguely hear her unhappy voice: "Damn, mentally retarded!" ”

The aroma gradually begins to become intense.

The people who were still slashing and killing, after smelling this fragrance, the anger in their hearts couldn't help but subside a lot.

Even though it is extremely vicious, but in the memory of taste, it will definitely be reserved for them, a unique taste.

"Titicaca......"

At this time, a trolley appeared on the streets of the ghost market.

On the trolley, there is a pot of soup hanging from it.

The smell that everyone smelled was the fragrance that came out of this pot of soup.

If Zhao Ke is here, see this pot of soup.

For the first time, I will definitely think of Baiwei soup, three words.

Do you still remember when you went back to Luoyang and saw the old man in the bathhouse in the old city?

At that time, Zhao Ke once asked the old man how the research of Baiwei Tang was.

But the old man seems to have given up.

There is one dish there, a hundred flavors.

He spent his life chasing her figure while studying the problems she left for himself.

The flavors of life are by no means something that can be expressed through ups and downs.

The old man rubbed the mud pills, in fact, he wanted to use the smell of everyone on the mud pills as a breakthrough.

It's just that it is clear that this method did not work out.

And right now, there is a real Baiwei soup.

A soup with a hundred flavors is stimulated in everyone's sense of smell and burned in the deepest part of the heart.

If Zhao Ke was here, his heart would definitely be shocked.

It's a pity that Zhao Ke is not here, although the taste of Baiwei soup is fragrant, it can't drift into the kind of place in the abandoned land.

"Those who have been wronged will be avenged, those who have been wronged will be avenged, they will be beaten, they will be smashed, they will be smashed, they will drink soup, and it is time to extinguish the fire."

The wheels crushed the blood on the ground, and everyone looked at it, it was an old lady.

For a while, everyone's expressions couldn't help but become weird.

This old lady was dressed in plain clothes, and her white hair looked like she was very old.

Her back was hunched over, and she came over pushing the cart, which made people really worry about whether she would walk and fall on her heels.

"This old woman...... Familiar, huh? ”

At this time, someone looked at the old lady, suddenly remembered, and patted his head: "Yes, I have seen her, she is the one who bought tobacco, I saw her in the lion building before." ”

Someone mentioned this, and many people responded one after another.

After all, in such a high-end place as the Lion Building, I occasionally see such an old woman buying tobacco.

Anyone can't help but take a look at it more and have an impression in their hearts.

"Hey, old woman, you don't sell your tobacco, it's time to sell soup, and you're really good at business."

As he spoke, a figure walked towards the old lady.

Before the person approached, the strong smell of blood on his body made the air around him become crooked.

It feels like a bottle of plasma has been poured into your own nasal cavity, which is disgusting.

The comer's bare head, nine scars on the top of his head, but his figure is thin like a bamboo pole, and his tall and thin figure has this resounding title.

Bloodmassacre.

"When is this butcher coming!"

When someone saw the blood slaughter, they couldn't help but feel a little jealous in their hearts, this guy was a well-known madman.

But obviously the methods are extremely cruel, and he likes to crush people into minced meat and shower with blood, but he is a postman of the holy department and is proficient in Buddhism.

It was even rumored that this blood slaughter was also a descendant of a tantric master.

But these are just rumors, but the strength of the blood slaughter is not a rumor.

In the latest horror space, this guy was injured with a punch, forcing a new force like the Hound Regiment to give up the best benefits to him.

One can imagine how amazing the strength of the blood slaughter is.

When someone saw the blood slaughter come forward, they couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for the old lady, who knows if this crazy butcher will press the old lady's head into the soup pot.

"Hey, don't overdo it!"

It's just that at this moment, a person turned sideways and blocked in front of the blood slaughter.

Everyone looked, from time to time, others were actually the leading brother, Qi Liang.

"Huh!"

The blood slaughter eyes stared at Qi Liang's face, and he could feel the rich divine aura on Qi Liang's body.

It is pure, like a piece of pure gold, and does not contain any impurities.

Merely...... A smile like a ripple of water rose on Blood Tu's thin cheeks, and he smiled disdainfully: "Rice grains are pearlescent!" ”

As he spoke, he saw Blood Slaughter take a step forward.

In one step, everyone's faces changed suddenly, and they all stepped back.

I saw that the surrounding space was distorted, and the thick blood was intertwined, intertwining a Shura purgatory visible to the naked eye around it.

Thousands of corpses and bones came in front of him, making Qi Liang's face turn pale.

It's just that at this time, there is the laughter of the old lady in my ears.

"The sound of tobacco is not easy to make, and it is good to change to soup, change is common, and life is live, people always have to find a way to live for themselves."

The old lady grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, but her voice made people feel inexplicably reassured.

Ling Qi Liang was stunned, his eyes suddenly became clear, and a golden holy light wrapped himself in his body, no longer affected by the blood slaughter.

I saw the old lady holding an iron spoon, sprinkling a pinch of minced garlic on the bottom of the bowl, and pouring the clear soup into the bottom of the bowl along the iron spoon.

Suddenly, the soup was churning, and the pale golden garlic at the bottom of the bowl was rolled up, adding a spicy feeling, which made people can't help but increase their appetite.

"Let's have a bowl of soup!"

I saw the old lady handing the soup to Qi Liang.

Qi Liang looked at the golden oil flowers on this bowl of clear soup, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

He hadn't eaten meat in a long time.

In other words, from the day he became a postman, he stopped eating meat, especially the soup made in such a large iron pot.

It always reminded him of the cauldron stew when he first entered the terrifying space.

However, after hesitating for a while, Qi Liang finally took the soup in his hand.

At this time, the old lady made another bowl and handed it to the blood slaughter.

Seeing this, Blood Tu squinted his eyes: "The clear soup is not watery, and there is not even some meat, I think it is better for you to drink!" ”

Saying this, I saw that Blood Tu quickly grabbed the old lady's wrist, and the old lady's expression changed, and it was too late to struggle.

The fingers shook, and then, the old lady's face suddenly turned pale, and her arm made a cracking sound, and it was actually torn off alive.

Suddenly, blood splattered in the bowl, looking at the soup bowl on the red hand stained with blood.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Bloody Slaughter's face.

"You!"

Qi Liang looked at the picture in front of him on the side, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Not only Qi Liang, but even the rest of the people couldn't help but be surprised when they saw such a bloody picture in front of them.

"This ...... Is this guy crazy? ”

Everyone looked at the blood slaughter in amazement, twisted their arms off, and drank a bowl of red blood soup as if it were not enough.

I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The aroma of the soup is strong, accompanied by the smell of blood.

The smile on Xuetu's face was even more hideous, remembering that when he and his group were lost in the mountains and fields for the sake of pilgrimage, when they were hungry, Xuetu looked at his companions who were climbing the mountain together.

"Yes, that's the smell, I remember the smell of the girl, and the terrified look she had before she died."

Thinking of the yellow-throated taste, Blood Slaughter took out a dagger from his mail book.

actually cut it down on his scalp, and in an instant, blood spilled out, and the face of the blood slaughter was stained with blood.

But Bloodslaughter was unaware of this.

Everyone watched the blood slaughter, gently lifted their skulls, and couldn't help but feel that their scalps were numb.

The slender fingers gently pinched out a piece of powdered meat tendon from the inside, and ate it like a mouthful, and tasted it with relish.

A mouthful of it was like a throat, and he couldn't help but make Blood Tu close his eyes and take a deep breath: "That's right, that's the taste." ”