Lu Zhan walked into the bathroom and checked Lu's mother's white hair.

After rummaging through it, he said, "I really don't have gray hair." That's a good thing, and you should be happy. ”

Mother Lu frowned, "The white hair won't be gone by itself." Is it the reason to drink that tea of yours. ”

Lu Zhan smiled and nodded, "It's possible." It may also be the effect of the Qi Nourishing Pill. ”

"I don't seem to have an obvious effect after I took the Qi Nourishing Pill. Do you see if there are fewer wrinkles on my face?" Lu Ma looked left and right, always feeling that her judgment was inaccurate.

Lu Zhan glanced at it and said, "It's younger than before, and his complexion is quite good." ”

Lu's mother instantly became happy. He trusts his son's vision.

"Does your tea have the effect of rejuvenation?"

Lu Zhan smiled and said, "It's not enough to rejuvenate. However, it can definitely improve the body and improve immunity. ”

Lu's mother smiled and said, "Okay, you go get busy." I'm fine. Do you have enough tea at home?"

Lu Zhan smiled: "Don't worry, no one can lack your share." ”

Today's breakfast has noodles, pork rib noodles.

The pork rib soup that has been boiled all night on a low fire is absolutely delicious for the underneath. The whole family was well fed.

After breakfast, Lu's mother rode a battery car to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Lu Zhan sat in the courtyard, took out the broken jade, and continued to cultivate.

......

Pei Huazhang was in pain.

In the past, everything he ate felt fragrant, whether it was a roadside stall that was not clean, a high-end restaurant where chefs gathered, or a stale meal overnight. When he ate it in his mouth, he felt that it was almost the same, and it was all delicious.

But since three months ago, he has not been able to eat properly.

No matter who cooks the food, no matter which restaurant it is, he can't eat it anymore until he takes the first bite in his mouth.

It's not that he has a problem with his stomach, it's that he has a problem with his sense of taste.

Drinking a glass of water, he began to frown before he could swallow the first sip. The water was boiled with tap water, and the smell of tap water lingered, and he even felt that he had tasted the taste of microorganisms.

Vomit!

There's no way to drink this water.

Take a bite of food and frown. The rice is last year's aged rice, and after processing, it covers the surface of the aged rice, but it is difficult to hide the essence of the aged rice, and the taste is unpalatable.

Change to a hotel. This time the rice was new, but it was still unpalatable. Because the water was not good, he felt a rotten taste, as if the taste of raw water was left on the rice.

He didn't eat and switched to vegetables.

The dish is even more difficult to swallow. The pork was killed in the early hours of the morning, and by noon, it had been almost ten hours apart. After cooking and eating it in his mouth, he still tasted a taste of rotten meat, and even the taste of clenbuterol.

Vomit!

He didn't eat pork, he switched to chicken.

He took a bite of the chicken. The chicken was killed this morning. Even after the chef's cooking, he still tasted the rotten taste of the meat, as well as the smell of antibiotics.

When you eat fish, the fishy smell is even more rushing.

He didn't eat meat, but greens. The smell of pesticides and feces left on the greens made him nauseous and vomit.

He was already mad with his own palate.

He went to the doctor, who judged that he was psychological, and advised him to see a psychiatrist.

He went to see a psychiatrist again and took his medication as prescribed by the psychiatrist.

However, his symptoms did not improve.

He still felt that all the food was hard to swallow. Whether it's someone else's doing, or he's doing it himself.

Whether it's a farmhouse vegetable, or an organic vegetable.

Meat, he has completely stopped eating. He couldn't stand the lingering smell of rot.

He stopped the medication and he went back to square one.

He made sure he was mentally okay, and he was sure that there was something wrong with his sense of taste that prevented him from eating any kind of food.

No matter how fanciful the food is boasted by others, he only needs to take one bite to judge the freshness of the ingredients, the quality of the cooking, and even the residues on the ingredients.

The excessively sharp sense of taste made him not eat a full meal or drink a bottle of water for three months.

Because he can't eat properly, he can't work well.

He can't stay up hungry and stay up late every day to work overtime. When it comes to work, he can't generate electricity with love.

He can't eat well, how can he still work.

So, Pei Huazhang resigned.

He left the city where he worked and began to travel the country, looking for places where he could eat well.

He felt that the eastern seaboard was heavily polluted, which may be an important reason why he could not eat a full meal.

So he went to the mainland, and all the famous food cities, from south to north, walked for two whole months, but he still couldn't find a place where he could eat every day.

In mid-January, Pei Huazhang arrived in Tangcheng.

By this time, he had fallen into despair.

He didn't know what was wrong with his sense of taste, why he could eat something that no one else could eat.

None of them could tell, and neither could the doctors. The food cooked by his mother at home, the best taste he once remembered, still couldn't keep him.

He was about to be tormented by a taste ten times more sensitive than others, or even a hundred times more sensitive.

In the morning, he sat in the five-star hotel restaurant, which is known as the best breakfast in Tang City, and ate carefully prepared food.

He took a bite of the bread and made him frown. The flour is definitely the top flour, but the taste still makes it difficult for him to swallow.

He took a sip of porridge, but before he could swallow it, he vomited directly. He felt like he had tasted the dander on the chef's hands.

He took another bite of the shrimp dumplings. The fishy smell of shrimp made him nauseous and vomit.

He picked up his glass, lemonade barely in his mouth. It didn't taste good, but at least it didn't make him feel sick and want to vomit.

After drinking a glass of water, Pei Huazhang sighed.

A strong man with a height of 1.8 meters and a weight of 190 pounds, He has ever sighed.

Ever since his sense of taste galloped away like a wild horse, he sighed more often than he had lived in twenty-five years.

In just three months, he lost thirty pounds, from one hundred and nineteen to one hundred and sixteen, all hungry.

The fat that couldn't be lost in the past has finally been reduced this time, and the whole person looks less than two laps and is much healthier.

But he didn't want to go hungry!

He just wanted to have a good meal, a meal that made him not want to vomit.

Friends said he was hypocritical. I'm hungry like that, and I'm picky about my food.

Pei Huazhang could only sigh in the face of his friends' incomprehension.

He couldn't explain to them how sensitive his sense of taste was. He can tell his friends that they are munching on a vegetable salad that smells of raw water, pesticide residues, and even a big smell of feces.

He couldn't say. After he said that, no one was willing to sit at a table with him.

Of course, there is no one to eat with him now.

He drank two glasses of lemonade and ate half a bowl of noodles. The remaining half bowl of noodles can no longer be eaten. Keep eating, and he may be tempted to spit it out.

He simply took out his mobile phone and searched for the food in Tang City.

Five-star review?

Where are the five-star reviews?

He recorded all the restaurants with five-star reviews on the Internet within Tangcheng by hand.

Not even the farmhouses in the countryside were spared.

After making a strategy, Pei Huazhang was ready to set off, looking for a place where he could have a good meal.