At the moment when Bu Fan put the golden rice on the plate, his mind firmly grasped a memory frame.

In the picture, there is also a plate of golden rice that has just come out of the pot, which is hot and fragrant.

These memories that suddenly appear in the mind will also awaken the memory of the sense of smell and synchronize the corresponding smell.

His mind followed this memory picture and entered an inexplicable space.

He stood in a corridor about five meters wide, flanked by tall display shelves.

Looking ahead, there are rows of black display shelves, and there is no end in sight.

Looking back, there are rows of black display shelves, and there is no end in sight.

Between a row of display shelves and a row of display shelves, there is an aisle about one and a half meters wide.

Look to the right, endlessly, without borders.

Look to the left, endless, without borders.

When I looked up, my neck was sore, and I couldn't see the ceiling, I couldn't see the top of the display shelves.

Lowering his head, Bu Fan rubbed his sore neck, his head had to be tilted, and he happened to see an inconspicuous nameplate on the side of the display shelf.

The nameplate is palm-sized, metallic gray in color, and can be easily overlooked if you don't look closely.

Bu Fan leaned over and saw the dense characters on it:

Item No.: XGKSD—YB222—JYFC100011—YN006—CY228

Index: New College Entrance Examination Era Sample No. 222 Memory Archive No. 100011 No. Yingning Handling No. 006 and Cooking No. 228

Bu Fan thought for a moment and felt that this place was related to him.

Turning to the front of the display shelf, he saw layers of latticework, and inside the lattice stood flat white boxes, with handwriting on the back, but it was very blurry and unrecognizable.

Looking up, he saw that the handwriting on the boxes in the entire row of boxes above was clear and legible, and he selected a box and looked intently, which read:

Ref. CY228—QGM0123

Index: The 123rd practice of Cooking 228 Cooking Pot Noodles

The last six digits of the box on the left are numbered QGM0124, QGM0125, and QGM0126......

The last six digits of the box on the right are numbered QGM0122, QGM0121, and QGM0120......

Bu Fan raised his hand and pulled down the numbered QGM0123 box, opened it, and inside was a silver-gray mass between liquid and solid.

The mass of matter seemed to be full of temptation, and Bu Fan's mind couldn't help but throw himself into it.

Bu Fan found that this was a memory of his cooking pot noodles. He clearly knew that this was his memory, and he made it clear that he had not recalled it once.

The memory is very ordinary, there are no highlights and no characteristics, it is just an ordinary experience of making pot noodles.

He worked very carefully, and finally got half a pot of mediocre noodles.

Withdrawing from this memory, Bu Fan put the box back on the shelf, walked to the right, and walked to the end of this layer of lattice, where there was a box, numbered CY228-QGM0001, and the index was the first practice of cooking No. 228 pot noodles.

Bu Fan pulled out the box, opened it, and sank into this memory.

The first time he made boiled pot noodles, Bu Fan was a little unimpressed, and felt that there was no difficulty in making boiled pot noodles.

Full of confidence and enthusiasm, the boiled pot noodles are quickly out of the pot, and the taste is very average.

Bu Fan walked to the left again, until he reached the end of the grid, and pulled out the box that was last in the grid.

The box number is CY228-QGM1009, and the index is the 1,009th practice of cooking 228 boiling pot noodles.

He opened the box, his mind sinking into a silver-gray substance that was neither liquid nor solid.

In this memory, the process of making boiled pot noodles is like a wonderful performance art.

Cut chopped green onions, chop diced vegetables, diced meat, heat the pot, pour oil, boil the pot, add water, heat, boil the water, below, stir, out of the pot, the number of various ingredients is presented in the mind, according to the number of ingredients, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar required are also presented by weight figures.

The noodles are served in a bowl, one-third of the noodles, one-third of the diced vegetables and meat, and one-third of the soup.

Green leaves, white noodles, amber soup.

When you smell it, the aroma is appetizing.

Try it, the soup is delicious and delicious, the noodles are glutenous, and the meat dishes are fragrant.

Ordinary ingredients make an unusual taste.

Bu Fan withdrew from this memory.

Repeat the exercise a thousand and nine times just to make a bowl of boiled pot noodles.

What a big gesture, and at the same time what a boring move, like killing chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife, and like fighting mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns.

Although the result is beautiful, the pot made by Bu Fan is full of color and fragrance, which is endlessly memorable.

But, is it worth it?

Also, why a thousand and nine times?

Bu Fan looked at the boxes where most of the departments couldn't read the handwriting clearly, and went to get one of them, but the box seemed to grow on the display shelf, no matter how hard Bu Fan tried, he couldn't move at all.

Looking along this row of display shelves, I suddenly saw that there was a layer of boxes in a lattice at the height of the two people, and clear handwriting was displayed on the back.

He was thinking about how he could get his hands on the box and take a closer look, when a ladder slid by.

Ascending the ladder, he could see the handwriting on the back of the boxes, which turned out to be filled with golden rice to practice memorization.

One thousand and nine boxes, one thousand and nine exercises.

At the beginning, Bu Fan's operation was rusty, but in the end, he was handy, and he could do well with his eyes closed.

In the beginning, the taste of golden rice was average or even a little unpalatable, but in the end, the taste of golden rice became a must.

Coming down from the climbing ladder, he looked at the nameplates on the display shelves one by one, and looked at thirty or forty in a row, all of which were handled by Yingning, and walked forward, after more than a dozen display shelves, he saw the words Zhu Siyuan on the nameplate.

Item No.: XGKSD—YB222—JYFC101231—ZSY001—WS001

Index: New College Entrance Examination Era Sample No. 222 Memory Archive No. 101231 No. Zhu Siyuan Handling No. 001 Wuyi No. 001

Bu Fan looked all the way and didn't find the box showing the handwriting. Bu Fan felt that there should be such a box, but because the space was too large and the number of display shelves was too large, he didn't find it.

Later, he saw the words "Wasteland Management" and Zhang Zechun's "Handling Words" on the nameplate.

Bu Fan guessed that this space should be a warehouse, specially used to seal his memories.

But he couldn't figure out where so many memories came from. With his eighteen years of life, how much time would it take him to fill so many of his memories.

Later, the first string of characters in the number changed, and the words at the beginning of the index appeared such as "ghosts in the era of the end of the law", "people in the era of the end of the law eat people", "pan-entertainment era", etc., completely ignorant of the meaning.

After Bu Fu got up, he followed the fragrance to the kitchen, and saw Bu Fan counting the plates, staring out the window in a daze.

"It smells so good!" Bu Fu patted Bu Fan on the shoulder, Bu Fan hit a spirit, and almost dropped the plate in his hand, but fortunately Bu Fu reached out and caught it.

"It smells so good!" Bu Fu couldn't help but scream again.

In front of the table, the golden rice directly amazed the taste buds of Lin Li and Bu Fu, and they were full of praise.

"Okay, Bu Fan, yesterday's pot noodles are delicious, and today's golden rice is even more delicious! Looks like you've got a talent for being a chef! Boss Lin Li said with relief, "When you finish the college entrance examination, your brother and I will have a good time, and you will be responsible for cooking at home." ”

Bu Fu echoed and said: "Yes, your boss is not small, you can't just be a rice worm, you should also contribute to the family." It seems that the arrival of your brother has brought good luck to our family, and you have also been stained with light, and you are finally willing to be a person, Dad, I am very happy! ”

No matter what Lin Li and Bu Fu say, they can always go around the unborn Erbao, which makes Bu Fan very hurt. He felt that they were painstakingly inspiring hatred for his future brother.

He now knows that he doesn't blame his parents, but the screenwriter who wrote this script is too evil.

What is he trying to achieve? Do you want to create a tragedy of the same root?

However, even if there is such a drama, it is still very far away.

He now wants to know most about how the screenwriter of the plot that is about to happen at the moment writes, and can he and Chu Xuanyu Dou Haoran's robbery and kidnapping plan succeed?

I really want to see this script in advance!