Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 62
The boss took two hard-boiled eggs from the yellow bucket covered with batter, skillfully removed the yolks and put them into the red and green paste.

Then he took out a tool that looked like a leak-welded sticker on the toilet floor, and kept beating the egg yolk and the red and green paste.

Soon, the original red and green blur turned into autumnal colors.

The fire slowly collects the juice, and when the yellow paste is thick enough, the boss uses a shovel to shovel them onto the soft-boiled fried eggs.

The originally white and tender fried eggs were covered in yellow, and they could no longer look like they used to be.

"It's finally over."

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief again.

Just when he thought the boss would hand over the plate, the boss put the plate aside, and then added two spoonfuls of oil to the iron plate again.

"What is he doing?"

Chu Zihang asked Lan Che.

"Cooking, holy cooking. The fun is just beginning."

Lan Che said mysteriously.

I saw that the boss added dried chili, green chili, coriander, cumin, salt, garlic sauce, chutney, and the essential masala to the oil once.

After stir-frying the aroma, I added coriander, chili sauce, and another handful of Marsala.

The food that was still grainy just now turned into a pool of blood-red mush again.

The crucial step came. The boss took the batter of the fried egg, shoveled the finished fried egg into a pile of pieces with a shovel, and then poured the bloody batter on the fried egg.

Now, a plate of seasoning fried seasoning is finally completed.

How would you describe the finished product?
People who have been to the anorectal hospital should be very familiar with its shape and color, and don't want to think about it.

The boss handed out the plate in silence, while Chu Zihang showed embarrassment.

It's not that he hasn't eaten worse food, but that's what Su Xiaoyan did.

And this blood-red paste has neither soul nor emotion.

"Let me do it."

Lu Mingfei took the plate, poured the indescribable substance into his mouth, and swallowed it without much chewing.

The whole movement is very natural, as if it has been practiced thousands of times.

"Lu, do you often eat Indian food?"

Rancho looked at him with admiration.

"No, I've just had worse."

Lu Mingfei said blankly.

Leaving aside the various meats of unknown origin in the lower floors of the hive capital, after becoming a space soldier, his food was only improved in nutrition, and its appearance and taste even regressed.

Nutritional porridge mixed with ceramic and metal powder, energy bars extracted from promethium, and corpse starch made from high-energy fungi are basically similar in shape to these pastes, and there are not so many ingredients in them.

"Is it the same with Chinese food?"

Rancho was a little surprised.

Although he has never been to a Chinese restaurant, what he saw on the Internet does not seem to be like this.

"No, it's just his personal experience."

Chu Zihang immediately rectified the name of Chinese food.

After a short psychological struggle, he still finished his portion of mush.

What should I say, regardless of the taste, the taste is really good. After all, there are so many seasonings, the flavor is very rich.

Seeing his complicated expression, Ranche laughed out loud.

"This is India, my friend. You have to learn to enjoy it. Come on, I'll take you to drink and rinse your mouth."

He brought the two of them to a drink stand, and the owner was a thin young man.

His booth is a tricycle with a table in the bed and a huge glass box on top of it.

The glass case is filled with a viscous liquid in which various fruits are soaked.

"This is a banana, this is a papaya, and this is an orchid seed"

Lan Che introduced the fruits inside to them, and skipped vaguely when he encountered one he didn't know.

Chu Zihang looked at this glass box like an aquarium. Various fruits were slightly deformed due to long-term soaking, and plastic bottles, ceramic cups, sports bottles and other messy things were floating on the water.

He also saw some suspicious impurities, but he didn't dare to take a closer look.

"This is Calcutta's specialty drink, very nutritious. A glass of juice a day keeps the doctor away."

Lan Che advertised for the boss, and the boss responded with a shy smile.

I saw what he said to the boss. The young boss picked up a glass with the leftover juice from the previous person, and swiped it twice in the bucket of cloudy water next to it.

Then he dipped his black fingers into the juice, scooped it out from a ceramic cup, and poured it into a glass.

The boss was very generous, scooped it twice with a ceramic cup until the glass was full.

Seeing the boss's earnest smile, Chu Zihang had no choice but to take the glass and drink it with his eyes closed.

He wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but the juice was too viscous and he had to swallow constantly to swallow it down.

Chu Zihang felt that he was not drinking a drink, but eating a diluted version of maltose.

After drinking a cup, the stomach, which was continuously hit hard, finally couldn't bear it, and started to play the symphony.

"Where are the public restrooms?"

he asked.

"There's nothing like that here. If you want to go to the bathroom, just find a corner where no one is around."

Lancher replied.

Seeing Chu Zihang's disbelieving expression, he shrugged.

"Well, it seems that you can't accept it, come with me."

Rancho led him towards a building that looked like a restaurant, probably to borrow a toilet inside.

Lu Mingfei stood where he was, his already conspicuous appearance and exotic appearance attracted the attention of the people around him.

But relying on his biceps thicker than his thighs, no one dared to come up to harass him.

But this is temporary. After waiting for a few minutes, someone finally couldn't hold back.

A little girl came from the corner. Her skin was dark, her arms and face were rough, and her hair was thin and yellow due to malnutrition.

The facial features are not bad, they can be called cute.

She walked in front of Lu Mingfei, and lifted the white cloth covering the basket. Inside were small fried balls, with yellow and green juice in the openings.

This is a popular snack in India, called crunchy balls. The raw material is potatoes, and the juice inside varies from person to person, but most of them are somewhat smelly.

"Five dollars, sir."

The little girl whispered.

"Do not."

He shook his head.

Lu Mingfei looked around, and prying eyes came from all directions.

He knew their game well, to use a threatening child or a woman to lead the way, and once he showed his opening, the others would rush like a pack of hyenas.

"Five dollars, sir."

The little girl took the initiative to lower the price.

"Do not."

Lu Mingfei's answer was still only one word.

Seeing his resolute attitude, the little girl had no choice but to cover the white cloth again and walked towards the intersection.

After walking a few steps, a middle-aged man grabbed her arm and patted her head several times.

Crying sounded immediately, but it only aroused the man's violence even more.

Looking at this scene, none of the stall owners and passers-by around stopped him, but looked at Lu Mingfei with unkind eyes, as if he was the culprit who caused the little girl to be beaten.

Lu Mingfei was indifferent to this, and the idea of ​​these mortals who wanted to kidnap a space soldier morally was too naive.

Just when some people gradually couldn't hold back, Lan Che came back with Chu Zihang.

He looked at the middle-aged man who beat the child and frowned deeply, shouting loudly in the local language.

The man wanted to quarrel at first, but after seeing his fair complexion and tall figure, he chose to give up and disappeared into the crowd with the little girl.

The turmoil subsided, and everyone's eyes returned to the one-acre three-point land in front of them, as if nothing had happened just now.

"This is India too."

Lan Che spread out his hands, his tone a little helpless.

(End of this chapter)