Chapter 3: Hell Begins, It's a Question of Survival or Death
γDing! Capturing the dissatisfaction of the host, the system follows the principle of high-quality service and issues a compensation package to the host: 50g of salt. γ
Jing Zhao: ......??
This can also be done!!
Gu Jingzhao happily accepted the compensation from the system.
In a moment, he placed a bowl of small wontons with thin skin and full filling in front of Ah Ning.
The fragrance came to his nose, and A-Ning obviously hesitated for a moment. "You did this?"
Jing Zhao was ready to greet his first praise ticket, "Try it!" β
Ah Ning took a bite, his movements stopped, and he frowned slightly, "Gu Heixu, you did this?" The tone was full of disbelief.
Jing Zhao nodded heavily, expecting to overflow from his gaze, "Is it delicious?" β
A-Ning chewed and swallowed slowly, and his voice returned to its original calmness: "It's not bad." β
"Nice? It's not bad?? Jing Zhao's eyes widened, grabbed A-Ning's hand and spoon, and fed a wonton into his mouth.
The skin is thin, smooth, the meat is fresh, and the juice will burst in one bite. In this era of lack of food and clothing, this is clearly delicious! How can you evaluate it just a good one!
In Gu Jingzhao's place, not bad is equivalent to okay, it is equivalent to reluctance, it is equivalent to so-so, and it is equivalent to mediocrity.
To insult the dish he made is to insult him as a person.
Jing Zhao had a faint threat in his eyes: "You eat another one, eat slowly, chew carefully, and then evaluate after eating." "This praise ticket, he has to get it today.
A-Ning held the spoon and chewed slowly, he ate quickly, but there was a noble elegance in his every move, which was pleasing to the eye.
It is clearly the son of a family who has been taught by high etiquette. But when the original owner picked him up, he was covered in blood and scars, and the clothes on his body were no different from those of a beggar. All kinds of dresses are extremely inconsistent with his identity. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid there is still an untold story in between.
Jing Zhao thought about it, and when he was free, he must ask where this Ah Ning came from.
Ah Ning lowered his eyes and completely ignored Jing Zhao's naked gaze, and he stuffed the wontons into his mouth one by one.
I often hear people say that some stupid people have opened their minds overnight, and the next day they can export chapters and learn to be rich.
Could it be that Gu Heixu is also such a chosen person? If he hadn't watched Gu Jingzhao cook at the door, it would have been hard to imagine that this strange-looking bowl of meat with excellent taste would have come from him.
A-Ning elegantly ate the last wonton, took a sip of soup, and finally put down the spoon when he was full, put his hands on his knees, sat elegantly, and said lightly: "I'm done." β
Gu Jingzhao stepped forward and hurriedly asked, "So...... What does it taste like? β
This person was only half an inch away in front of him, Gu Jingzhao was only two or three years older than him, but his facial features had already grown, and his handsome face began to show a tough outline. A pair of peach blossom eyes are extremely bright and transparent. The corners of his lips were hooked, and his body tensed slightly, waiting for his answer.
Ah Ning smiled secretly in his heart, Jing Zhao's little expression full of eyes begging for praise inexplicably poked his cuteness. This man has just opened his mind, and he finally cooks deliciously, and he can't dampen his enthusiasm. (A-Ning is selfish and doesn't want to eat the messy food in the past)
Although it is not possible to eat dead people, it is not a punishment for people to be unpalatable.
On his face, he still looked old-fashioned, and said lightly: "It's delicious." β
γDing! Congratulations to the host, get 1 praise coupon, the first stage goal is 1/4. γ
As soon as A-Ning's voice fell, the system prompt flashed in his mind.
YesοΌ
Jing Zhao secretly applauded in his heart!
He wrapped all the minced meat in wontons, and the rest should be able to sell four or five more bowls. It's just that now, the people of Quanjun are quite prejudiced against Shang Shiji, but they are afraid that they will not be able to sell it.
Jing Zhao secretly thought, if he really can't sell it......
Jing Zhao was having a headache and thought about it. Anyway, what he needed was a praise ticket, and he didn't say that he had to sell it. It's better to give it away for free, as long as the diner's word: delicious, the task given to him by the system will be completed.
Jing Zhao said to Ah Ning while thinking: "I'll go and cook the rest of the wontons, and distribute them to the surrounding neighbors for a while, so that they can all taste my brother's craftsmanship!" β
A Ning lifted his eyes, looking incredulous, "Gu Heixu, aren't you crazy?" β
"There is only this food left in this family, and now that the locust plague is raging, if you give away this last ration, don't you want to cultivate immortals?"
"Huh?" Jing Zhao was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
A-Ning pulled him to the door, and pushed the door open with a heavy palm, and in an instant, the yellow sand rolled and the wind blew, blinding Jing Zhao's eyes.
ββIn the 4th year of Qin Shi Huang, in October Gengyin, locusts came from the east, covering the sky and the world.
Jing Zhao slowly opened his eyes in the wind and sand, and the first cry in his ears sounded several intertwined cries, there were women, children, and old people, who were poignant, crying as if their liver and intestines were broken.
It's August, and it's the best time for the autumn harvest. The field should be full of golden ears of wheat, and the branches should be full of ripe fruit. But as far as the eye can see, a few wheat straws that can occasionally be seen in the loess are also bare.
The cry came from the land, and two children, a woman, and an old woman sat on the ground, with two corpses in front of them. The distance was too far for Jing Zhao to see clearly. But by feeling, one is an old man and the other is a prime of life. Flies and insects swirled around the corpse, and under the scorching sun, I am afraid that the corpse will rot and stink in less than two days.
Jing Zhao's uncontrolled feet walked out of the door, and as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by Ah Ning's hand and pulled back.
"What are you doing?" A Ning said: "You finally picked up a life in this epidemic, and now you don't want to live when you go out?" β
"I didn't ......," Jing Zhao suddenly thought of something.
"Then you went to throw out the garbage just now...... he suddenly thought, just now A-Ning went out to throw out the garbage for himself, and the epidemic is rampant here, isn't he afraid?
The young man's expression froze for a moment, then he raised his head, hugged his hands and snorted: "I'm not the same as you, a little sick chicken, I'm a good physique!" β
Jing Zhao frowned, how could this matter be careless.
He secretly summoned the system: system, is there any medicinal material that can prevent and control the epidemic?
[Mountain ginseng codonopsis plate blue root, agarwood rhino horn Sichuan fritillary, everything is available, pro~] The system said while intimately calling up the product panel.
The variety is really rich, but it's a pity that he can't afford to buy any of them!
Jing Zhao: The system is really good at pit me! This place doesn't say that birds don't, and now even people are dying, where can I get so many praise coupons.
[Pro~ Do you think the meal is delicious, so you only eat one meal? A restaurant is delicious, but you only go to eat it once? The system suddenly popped up with such a sentence.