I'm really immortal

Chapter 118 Suffocating Operations

On the way home, Liu Changan passed through a small park. The small place was decorated with mountains, rivers, trees and stones. There were emerald green lotus leaves in the pool, the size of a three-in-one soup bowl, and several double petals of different colors. The lotus is in full bloom, and a small money turtle is showing its head, shaking its short legs and swimming around in the lotus leaves, which is quite amusing.

After watching the turtles and herrings swimming among the aquatic plants for a while, I finally judged that the fish here should be edible, but I didn't go into the water to catch them. When I got home, it was already dark.

I bought a big pig's head at the vegetable market. It was slaughtered in the afternoon, and it felt fresh. Liu Changan didn't ask the stall owner to help him handle it. He took it home and cleaned it, peeled off the skin, and took out the pig's brain.

Although the pig's head is big, the pig's brain is not big. Liu Changan held it in his hand and carefully picked out the blood on it with a toothpick. It was as creamy and soft as cheese, slightly fishy than the spinal cord, and its nutritional composition was similar. , without the infiltration of bones, the taste is not so thick and fragrant.

There are many ways to make brain flowers, including marinating, frying, steaming, and crooked ways to make cakes. Have you ever eaten brain flower cakes?
Of course, Liu Changan chose the most fragrant and delicious roasted brain flowers, divided them into two halves, rubbed some oil on the inner layer of the tin foil, and started to roast slowly on a low heat. There is no need to rush this thing.

While waiting for the aroma to come out, Liu Changan sprinkled some autumn oil and sesame oil in, and Zhou Dongdong came down holding the big insulated box, "Brother Chang'an, mom made iced crayfish for you!"

"Thank you, put it here... be careful."

"What is this?" Zhou Dongdong looked at the things in the tinfoil bowl with curiosity and a little fear.

"Baked brains."

"Is it tofu brain?"

"Brain."

"Naizi!"

"Brain! Brain here!" Liu Changan tapped Zhou Dongdong's forehead.

"Roast the child's brain!" Zhou Dongdong turned pale with shock.

"I can't communicate with you."

But it smells so good, Zhou Dongdong looked at this thing that was suspected of roasting children's brains, and wisely thought that Brother Chang'an should not be a monster, it is impossible to eat children, otherwise Zhou Dongdong would have been eaten long ago.

So it should be something else tasty.

"Would you like some?" Liu Changan sprinkled some monosodium glutamate and chopped green onion, scooped out some and put it in a small bowl.

Zhou Dongdong shook her head vigorously, looking warily at the small bowl Liu Changan placed in front of her.

Liu Chang'an didn't care about her, and ate his own food. After a while, Zhou Dongdong couldn't hold on anymore. This must not be a child's brain, so just take a small bite!

The first sip did not taste the flavor, need to try again!

It has a little taste, you can try it again!

……

Zhou Dongdong licked the bowl, but unfortunately there were not three bowls to eat.

After eating brain flower, then eat iced crayfish. This is not a mainstream way of eating, but it is more suitable for summer, and it tastes more leisurely, unlike the usual sweating.

"Who is this beautiful auntie?" Zhou Dongdong is peeling the lobster while pinching the tail. As a child, one of the things Zhou Dongdong is best at is peeling lobster besides eating. While eating, he looks at Liu Changan's brightened phone Screen.

"Only someone who is about the same age as my mother can be called auntie, this is sister! If you call her auntie, she will..." An Nuan was wearing a cheongsam, looking more mature, confusing Zhou Dongdong's age judgment ability, Liu Changan flicked her forehead a bit.

"Will she eat my brain?" Zhou Dongdong touched his forehead in fear.

"No, you have no brains."

"I have!"

"Stupid children are stupid because their brains have been eaten."

"Then I didn't have it in the first place, or was I eaten..."

"How would I know?"

After eating the lobster, Zhou Dongdong occupied Liu Changan's reclining chair. Liu Changan listened to the radio, washed his hands and replied to An Nuan, always asking Liu Changan to guess what she was doing, or asking Liu Changan what she was doing.

Talking until very late, Zhou Dongdong went back to sleep, An Nuan suddenly slowed down sending and replying messages, and then told him that Han Zhizhi came to sleep with her, and said good night to Liu Changan.

Liu Changan looked at the sky on the other side of the city, and thought that if people had such means of communication in ancient times, perhaps not so many ancient quatrains describing gathering, parting, parting and reuniting were born.

Take a look at An Nuan, the messages sent are all unnutritious words!If Layman Yi An also had a mobile phone, maybe "Yijianmei" would become like this: the message has been sent, but he still hasn't replied, this indifferent person makes my heart so sad.Gently groping the phone screen, waiting for the message back alone.I looked up and looked at the WIFI signal, the signal is full, why is there no message sent?It was the sound of jingling that a message finally came, and the light of the phone illuminated the face and the bed.

Probably not so bad, in short, it must not have the charm of "only frowning, but heart".

"It's been a long time since you liked my Weibo, I just read it."

Starting with a question is a common trick for a woman to give up her reserve and show a hesitant gesture when talking to someone.

While I was idle, I saw a message from another cute little girl. It seemed that the energy after saying she was fat finally dissipated.

That's right, everyone chatted very well, after chatting for such a long time, if a word is wrong, there will be a cold war, it's too much.

While chatting, Liu Changan was thinking about the various conveniences brought by the birth of the mobile phone and its impact on the world, as well as its impact on literature, wondering whether the decline of modern classical poetry was really related to the mobile phone, or whether it was due to aesthetic taste changing times.

Or wait for another 200 years, and then look at people's conclusions and opinions on these literary phenomena at that time. In this era, if you can't jump out, your thinking has more limitations, just like the 90s The qigong craze seems ridiculous now, but at that time it had its soil to grow. Liu Changan also practiced qigong when he was bored, and became a qigong master... It's just that he didn't have those qigong production increases, and qigong launched satellites. Really good.

Wait another 200 years... Waiting another 200 years to understand an insignificant issue is nothing to Liu Changan, but not everyone can just wait 200 years casually. Some spring worms started to move again. Can the example of the little girl from the Shangguan family be replicated?

After the coffin was struck by lightning, when I touched it for the first time, I didn't think of many things. I only got many fragmented scenes of Liu Heshi, which looked very messy and clueless. At that time, I felt that since I touched Zhao Jianzi's utensils, I remembered Regarding Zhao Jianzi's matter, why did he think of his own matter when he touched the coffin?

In fact, what he remembered at the time was about the little girl from the Shangguan family, but because Liu He appeared with her in those scenes, when he recalled, his focus was on himself, and he didn't notice her in the scene.

At that time, after all, it was a bit absurd. Although the subjects of the experiment were all his concubines in the harem, it was a pity that no one was found to have copied his ability. It was more than 2000 years later that a success was confirmed.

At that time, the little girl was the empress dowager.

Liu Changan can be sure that without his own reasons, the little girl from the Shangguan family would not be able to survive now just relying on this coffin, just like Li Hongfang said that Mrs. Xin Zhui is also a living coffin, but in fact Mrs. Xin Zhui died after all after being unearthed of.

What kind of operation was it at that time, it seems that it cannot be said that it is all his responsibility?

It was really suffocating, Liu Changan patted his face... Forget it, don’t think about it so much, what happened more than 2000 years ago, from the standpoint of a woman, just count some things as someone else’s harm to her, according to their Logic is also taken for granted.

　There are still 200 monthly tickets to enter the top ten, all kinds of requests.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)