readx;? When the eldest brother went out, Song Zheng put the big iron pot on the side of the stove and looked around the kitchen first. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the end of the world, zombies and biochemical beasts have been rampant, and the surviving people often have to flee in all directions, and in the process of fleeing, many hotels, shopping malls and restaurants have been looted, and many facilities have been destroyed.

Even now, under the command of the army and the new humans, the human race has established base cities, but most of the materials are concentrated in the inner perimeter of each base city, and this is also the case in Little Rock. These peripheral hotels like Song Zheng and Team Chen, except for the monthly ration of food per capita, are almost left to their own devices.

Even if it is a monthly distribution of ingredients, it is very small.

And it's usually canned food and compressed biscuits, and the combatants who go out to hunt zombies are treated slightly better, and they can fill their stomachs every day. Non-combatants, on the other hand, can only eat two meals a day and can only be half-fed.

Just like now, each of the more than 200 survivors in the entire hotel can only get less than four or two taels of rice a day, plus half a canned pickle per person.

As for meat and vegetables, and fine pasta, not to mention, those are luxuries that can only be enjoyed by the elite people in Little Rock.

At least in the memory of Song Zheng's predecessor, the last time he ate vegetables was four or five months ago. That time, the hotel team went out to hunt a first-class mutant zombie, and exchanged the complete corpse of the zombie from the inner perimeter.

This time, I don't know what kind of luck it was, but there were two cabbages and a small strip of fat pork among the materials that were brought back, which was already a rare delicacy in the last days.

Song Zheng recalled that in his previous life in school, he most often secretly baked large pancakes for himself, one of which weighed one pound, and then sprinkled with sesame seeds, green peppers, and shallots before coming out of the pot......

It makes my mouth water just thinking about it.

But now, there is not even noodles, even if Song Zheng wants to spread a pancake, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

While thinking about it, Song Zheng rolled up his sleeves, although there are few ingredients at the moment, it is not difficult for him to cook a pot of fragrant soup with vegetables and meat.

After so many years of the end of the world, the waterworks have long been gone, and the faucets have become decorations. Fortunately, the river outside Little Rock is still clean, and it has not been too polluted by biochemical viruses, and various hotels in the surrounding area have reserves.

Song Zheng took a bowl of it, washed the two Chinese cabbages, and chopped them on the cutting board.

While chopping, I thought about the egg and scallion pancakes I had eaten before, and I couldn't help but salivate almost out.

Ma Li used a kitchen knife to cut the two taels of pork into thin strips, and when Song Zheng went back to get the iron pot, he was suddenly stunned.

He stared blankly at the iron pot and rubbed his eyes.

In just a few minutes, there was a steaming pancake in the iron pot.

The crispy and yellowed dough is sprinkled with a thin layer of sesame and green onions, and there is a smell of eggs.

"What's the situation? Could it be that I'm thinking too hard in my head, and I'm hallucinating?" Song Zheng rubbed his eyes again and pinched the back of his hand hard, it hurt!

It's true!

A pancake appeared out of thin air in the iron pot, and looking at the block, he was afraid that it would weigh no less than a pound! It was almost exactly the same picture as he had just thought in his heart!

And there is a large coarse porcelain bowl next to the iron pot, and inside is a pool of pure water.

Nowadays, there is no concept of pure water in the world, and rivers and groundwater are more or less contaminated by biochemical viruses, but the difference is only in severity. It's okay to drink it in a short time, but after a long time, the toxins will accumulate, and it's hard to say whether it will be a lesion!

Legend has it that in the base city outside Little Rock, there were once people who drank unclean water, and it didn't take long for them to mutate into zombies, and they were solved by the new local humans!

Although the water source outside Little Rock has not been too polluted, the survivors who drink this water are also worried, but no one has said it.

When Song Zheng entered his current body, he also inherited the memory of his predecessor, so he knew this very well.

Could it be that this pancake and water are all made by this iron pot itself?!

Song Zheng looked at the iron pot blankly, this thought popped up in his mind, and as soon as he walked over and touched the handle of the iron pot, he heard a voice pop out of his mind:

"Ding! The lowest level of evolution liquid has been consumed, since the production is completed, according to the owner's wishes, a piece of pancake will be produced! A bowl of clear water!"

The voice rang out once and then disappeared, and even if Song Zheng asked in his mind, he didn't respond.

But listening to the meaning of this sentence just now, Song Zheng gradually understood in his heart, dare to love is really born of an iron pot, and it sounds like the meaning...... Can you also generate food as you wish?

Just now he was just thinking about the pancakes he ate in school before, so the big iron pot can still understand his thoughts?

Although there are still some things that he hasn't figured out, Song Zheng smells the aroma of sesame seeds and green onions, and his stomach is already grumbling with hunger. Immediately walked up, took out the pancakes in the iron pot, and just wanted to stuff them into his arms, but after thinking about it again, he tore off half of the pancakes and wrapped the remaining half into his arms.

Then he devoured the pancakes quickly, and at the end, he drank the water in the coarse porcelain bowl, and immediately ate and drank to his heart's content, and was refreshed!

"It seems to be better than what I made myself. In this last days, I'm afraid many people won't even be able to eat this. ”

Song Zheng recalled the canned pickles and coarse rice that he ate every day in his predecessor, and a feeling of nausea in his stomach was like a reflex.

Although he was a member of a certain Xiang army, he followed his classmates and teachers at the school to fight in the north and south during the internship, and held a tour of cooking competitions across the country, and he also ate instant noodles and ham sausages when he was in a hurry. But that experience is too rare.

This meal is a rare full meal for Song Zheng's body in the past few years.

"By the way, I still have to cook vegetable soup, hurry up and cook it and send it to them. ”

Song Zheng scratched his head, put the big iron pot aside, took out the original iron pots in the back kitchen of the hotel, cleaned them, and began to cook vegetable soup. At the same time, the rice was steamed on another pot.

After half an hour, the aroma of the vegetable soup was already very strong, and several members of the team in the corridor outside began to gather to the door and look inside.

Bombarding people out, Song Zheng thought about it and sighed: "What a wolf with more meat and less meat! I think I am a famous chef of my generation, and now I can only make water for everyone!"

There was a lot of water in the pot! But the fragrance was still spreading, and the people waiting outside were grunting and swallowing!

"It's ready to be cooked. ”

Hearing Song Zheng's words, several members of the team walked into the kitchen with a smile, each holding a bowl of chopsticks, and then someone ran out to inform the others in the hotel to eat.

Tonight, everyone at the Beverly Hotel was given a bowl of vegetable broth.

According to the rules set by Team Chen and others, every day when it is time to eat, the survivors on each floor will be notified to come and receive the meal. The containers used to serve the rice are distributed to the individual when they move in, which is equivalent to taking the lunch box to make food. Each person has a limited supply of food, so they cannot receive more than they can receive or collect on their behalf.

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