In an instant, a golden oyster roast is ready!

Jing Zhao sandwiched a chopstick, one left and one right, and fed two little gluttonous cats first, and the little tiger's mouth was stuffed full, and he couldn't speak clearly. "Great, Seven! Never have I ever had seven spicy things! ”

Yun'er also nodded vigorously, "En'ne!" Uncle must be the best and best cook in the world! ”

Qing smiled gently, and gently pinched the cheeks of the two children, "Then don't you help Uncle Gu pack up the dishes?" ”

The two of them nodded again and again, holding the plate and carefully putting the food box.

Jing Zhao made another dish of stir-fried bean sprouts and boiled egg noodles. The four ingredients were matched by him to create a meat, a vegetarian and a staple food. When you're done, there's a little bit of noodles left.

Jing Zhao thought about it, and looking at the remaining eggs and bean sprouts, he instantly had an idea!

Jing Zhao kneaded the noodles into small lumps, fried the crushed eggs into a slightly charred golden brown, added a scoop of warm water and instantly turned into a fragrant egg soup, after the soup boiled, put in the bean sprouts and gnocchi, Jing Zhao opened five small oysters, two minutes before the pot put in the oysters, a bowl of fragrant pimple soup that makes people appetite is ready.

Jing Zhaosheng was in a bowl and put it in the cupboard.

At this time, all the dishes are already loaded, and they are filled on two large plates, exuding an enticing aroma. Old Shandan burst into tears, and knelt directly in front of Jing Zhao with a bend of his knees.

"Kindness is great, and there is nothing to repay. The life-saving grace of the two gentlemen today is unforgettable for the clansmen of a certain and a certain person, and a certain is willing to smear the liver and brain of the two benefactors, and he will not give up. ”

Jing Zhao was taken aback by this meeting, and hurriedly helped the old man in front of him, "The old gentleman doesn't have to be polite, please get up quickly." Let's send this food to your people. ”

Jing Zhao said that he was about to follow, but A-Ning grabbed him: "You don't have to go out, I'll go." ”

Jing Zhao's heart is full of his praise coupons, he doesn't go in person, how can he let everyone say the sentence "delicious", how to exchange his praise coupons.

"It's been a busy day, I'll go out for a walk with you and get some air." Jing Zhao waved his hand again and again.

A Ning didn't stop him anymore, but he followed Jing Zhao all the way.

Jing Zhao had never gone out, and when he was walking on the road at this time, he realized that the desolation here was far beyond his imagination, and it was full of devastation. Has this famine reached the point where there is no grass to grow?

Jing Zhao asked A Ning softly: "Except for Shandan, is there no one else to eat?" ”

A-Ning shook his head.

"Isn't it good? I've saved you food. ”

A-Ning doesn't understand the pain in his heart, of course it's not good! One less person, one less praise ticket. He wants to save 500 praise coupons alone, who understands his pain!

When they arrived at the house, after Shandan and Aning identified themselves, the people inside cautiously opened the door.

In an instant, a noisy and noisy sound came.

So many people! Jing Zhao roughly counted, 67 people!

After they divided the food, the sound of snorting and the praise of "delicious" kept coming.

After a while, after everyone had finished eating.

Shandan said to them: "Folks, these two are Mr. Gu and Mr. Ning who saved everyone's lives, let's kowtow to Engong and thank Engong for saving his life." ”

As soon as Shandan's voice fell, everyone present knelt down and shouted in unison: "Thank you Mr. Gu for saving your life, thank you Mr. Ning for saving your life." ”

Again!

Jing Zhao couldn't afford such a big gift. Besides, he cooked for them to take what they needed, and when they ate, he got a praise ticket.

"You don't have to be polite, Jing Zhao can't afford your gifts, please hurry up."

He and A-Ning hurriedly asked everyone to get up. Jing Zhao was helping Shandan, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of something, "Do you think the food I cook is delicious?" ”

"Master Gu must be the number one chef in the world, and today's meal is the most delicious meal he has ever eaten in his life." Shandan Road.

【Ding! Praise Coupon +1】

The crowd also praised and said, "It's delicious." ”

The system prompt sounded one after another, and in an instant, his praise coupon changed from a single digit to a ten-digit number. Jing Zhao has never been happier than now.

Not only because of the praise coupons, but also the sincere sentence "delicious" from everyone. As a chef, there is no greater happiness than a smile on the face of the diner, a word of appreciation.

Jing Zhao was caught in the happiness of this moment, and he didn't notice that a black shadow in the corner of the door was running quickly.

After Shandan sat down, he said that they had fled all the way from Sanshan Yong'an to Anxi, Quanjun. The locust plague in Sanshan was a few days earlier than in Quanjun, and the locusts had eaten up all the food.

Shandan is the patriarch of the Minsha clan, and seeing that the clansmen are about to starve to death, he really has no choice, so he finally made up his mind to take everyone out of his hometown and flee all the way to Quanjun.

It was a very difficult journey, full of refugees and epidemics. There were about 200 people when they set out, but now there are only about 60 left. Along the way, the sick died of illness, and the hungry starved to death. If it weren't for Jing Zhao, I was afraid that in a few days, their clan would be wiped out.

Jing Zhao heard a few coughs in the crowd and frowned slightly: "Are there any of you who have the epidemic?" ”

Shandan looked embarrassed, hesitated for a while before nodding, "Yes......"

Jing Zhao knew that this epidemic was very powerful, and it was extremely contagious! If you don't isolate the sick from the normal, I'm afraid that the people in this room won't be able to survive!

Jing Zhao's expression was serious: "The sick man stood up." ”

In the crowd, a few people stood up, mostly elderly people and children, a total of 15 people. These people who were sick with the epidemic had sallow faces, red cheeks, blue and black eyes, and a constant cough accompanied by rapid wheezing. It's exactly the same as the symptoms of the original owner!

Jing Zhao felt bad, but in order not to panic everyone, he said as gently as possible: "This disease is contagious, and if you want to ensure that others are not infected, you must isolate the people who are sick." ”

The crowd was frightened, and one of them said, "Isolation...... What is the meaning? ”

"It is to separate the sick from the unsick, otherwise the unsick will be infected by the sick, and when everyone has the disease, there will be nothing to be done."

"But this disease is not saved, what is the use of separation, the gods descend to Minyue, and if the sins are not reduced in one day, everyone will die in the end, and they will all die."

Gods are deeply ingrained in these people's concepts, but there are no gods in this world.

The so-called gods have always been just tools for rulers to fool the people and strengthen their rule.

But they didn't understand, and it was impossible for Jing Zhao to pull such a concept out of their minds. He can't even explain, he can't say anything that goes against theism.

Otherwise, both the ruler and the deceived people will regard him as an ungodly demon, and he will be the next person to be sent to the sacrifice of life.

Jing Zhao coughed lightly: "I mean to say ......"