The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 142 It's Raining
Zell opened his eyes the next morning.

There was a pattering sound from outside the apartment.

He looked out the window, it was raining.

Inexplicably a little irritable, it seems that there is no rain gear in the apartment.

I don't know when the rain will stop and whether it will delay work.

It's useless to think too much. After getting out of bed and washing his face, he wiped his face, fiddled with his unruly hair a little, and then held his face tightly with his fingers to check the growth of his beard.

There was some stubble growing on the top of his lip, and as usual he was going to shave it off with a razor, but something suddenly occurred to him while he was doing it.

Well, Poro have beards too.

Bloom also said that beards are a sign of maturity.

And today is indeed a little different from yesterday.

Or just leave a small beard as a souvenir, it doesn't need to be long, just a light one will do.

Zell returned to the bedroom and began to dress, and Hu stubble was lucky to escape.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling, showing no signs of abating.

Zell frowned: "I'm going to work in the rain."

As a social terrorist, Zell would definitely not do such troublesome things as asking neighbors to borrow umbrellas.

He would rather eat tasteless dishes than ask the neighbor next door for a spoonful of salt. He had to wash his hair before going out for a haircut, otherwise he was afraid that the barber would say his hair was too oily.

Down the spiral staircase from the apartment is a communal restaurant, and sometimes Zell stops by for breakfast, but doesn't eat it here.

There are some people sitting in the restaurant, all tenants of this apartment, but no one except the old man who collects the rent will say hello to Zell, because Zell has never actively communicated with them.

Zell glanced at the rain and it wasn't very heavy. Just as he was about to walk out, he heard someone talking to him.

"Are you going to go out like this?"

On the side of the steps in front of the door, a familiar figure came into view.

Roy held an umbrella and waited downstairs.

"Why are you here?" Zell was surprised.

Shouldn't you wait for him to open at the door of the store?

"I'm not worried about someone going to work in the rain and infecting me with a cold." Roy muttered, covering her nose with her index finger.

This move almost made Zell the source of the infection.

"Well, thank you for your concern." He scratched his head in embarrassment, and then asked, "But how do you know that I plan to go to the rain?"

Roy showed a very speechless expression: "The last time I came here, I found out that you don't have rain gear at home. You should know this kind of thing after thinking about it."

"Hiss..." Zell gasped.

Is it so outrageous that you can remember such details after only visiting once?

As expected of a well-trained spy!

After taking a look, Roy was only holding an umbrella, and then leaned forward cheekily.

In the small circle, the two faced each other, and Zell could smell the aroma of her shower gel, and... huh?What's with this durian smell?

Looking down, he saw the bag in Roy's hand, and the steaming food covered the paper bag with joy.

"What do you want to eat, break some for me." Zell said without any surprise.

Roy glanced at him, then took out a piece of pie from the paper bag, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and showed Zell the yellow filling inside.

"Cheese Durian Pineapple Pie."

Zell's pupils shrank suddenly.

Good guy, it turns out that the durian flavor comes from here!
"Eating so many calories in the morning, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

Roy glanced at him and continued to eat: "The store manager sits on the sofa all day without moving, you should be worried about yourself. Here, I brought you a copy too, do you mind eating durian?"

She raised the paper bag in her hand, but Zell didn't take it immediately.

It turns out that the people here also know that not everyone can accept durian.

Durian is as polarizing as coriander.

People who like it like it very much, but those who don't like it feel like vomiting when they smell it.

But Zell is special.

He doesn't like to eat durian directly, but he likes the pizza with durian added.

I don't know how people do it, but the durian on top of the pizza really doesn't have such a strong smell.

But still don't try to cook durian in the microwave oven at home, otherwise someone from the owner group will ask who is cooking shit that day.

Zell took the bag: "If you don't mind, you don't mind, but I want to eat the piece in your hand."

Roy stopped in the middle of chewing.

"I've bitten them all."

"It's about to be bitten. There is a saying that the rice in other people's bowls is delicious."

"Then why don't you go grab food from the Poro." Roy looked at him with eyes like he was looking crazy.

If it wasn't for the fear that he would get caught in the rain, she would have taken a few steps back with her umbrella.

In order to get to the coffee shop earlier, Roy accepted Zell's request and put the pineapple pie in his mouth.

"Give you a bite."

Zell took a bite, and the hot cheese pulled out a finger-long thread, which broke after reaching the stretching limit, and fell limply on the gap of the pineapple pie.

This is still mixed with durian. If it is of good quality pure cheese, it can be stretched very long.

"..." Roy looked sad.

How can someone eat cheese without cutting it with front teeth? It looks like a dog has chewed it.

Zell chewed the pineapple pie, and he could clearly feel the quality of the pulp and cheese through the taste and texture.

It must be a boutique made by a professional pastry chef at home, and it is difficult to buy outside.

"Delicious." Zell didn't eat her in vain, he took the umbrella from Roy: "Let me get it."

"Yeah." Roy shrugged her shoulders and leaned against his side.

Watching the two leave side by side holding umbrellas, a group of single dogs in the public cafeteria put down their breakfast silently.

"I am full."

"Don't eat!"

"The things in my hand suddenly don't smell good!"

……

in the cafe.

Roy was busy making snacks for the Poro.

Gwen was right behind her, beating her up like a little follower.

Everything returned to a familiar rhythm. Zell checked everywhere, moved out of the warehouse any raw materials that were missing, and then sat down on the sofa and began to read the newspaper.

Open the Poro Tome and turn to Mustache's perspective.

At a glance, there is blue sky, sea, and an empty boat.

What about Bron?Why not on board? !
Quickly switching to the third-person perspective, Zell saw that Bron was floating on the sea at the moment, with a mustache on his head, and the mustache had a big beard on his head.

Matryoshka up.

"Hiss, are you stacking Arhats?"

"Dude, you're here!" Bron laughed loudly, "I accidentally showed you such an embarrassing thing."

"what's up."

"A wave hit just now, and the boat capsized accidentally." There was no worry in Bron's voice, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Being in the sea is like soaking in a hot spring for him.

Sometimes he will winter swim in the icy sea, which is covered with a thick layer of ice, and there are terrible sea worms dormant below.

And the sea below him didn't even freeze, so for an iceborn like him, it was just a hot spring.

(End of this chapter)