A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

Is it great to have cooking skills?

Lu Xing has never eaten pigs (meat rou), and has seen pigs run. Since childhood, he has visited many famous restaurants all over the world, and he has eaten countless delicious things. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.sto123.cc

Lu Xing didn't think it would be complicated to make a meal.

It's just cutting a vegetable, turning on a fire, putting all the ingredients together, and adding all kinds of seasonings to reheat it. How difficult can it be?

According to Lu Xingchi's concept, the so-called food depends on cooking for three points and the ingredients for seven points. The sauce has a strong flavor and does not have much meaning.

But Bei Nuan seems to like it very much.

Bei Nuan didn't know anything about his complicated thoughts, and while talking to Jiang Fei, he wondered how to continue to increase the value of Notre Dame.

There is no chance at all.

The students of the University of Water Resources are well organized. The water, electricity, and coal are still uninterrupted. Everyone eats and drinks, and their mentality is stable. Everywhere is organized and there is no place to start.

"Are you hungry? I went up to cook lunch." Jiang Fei reported to her.

Bei Nuan let out a cry, and subconsciously followed the target person closely and walked up the stairs, not paying attention to Lu Xingchi who was not far away staring at her in a trance.

Jiang Fei was indeed preparing to make braised lion heads at noon.

(Meatrou) The stuffing was already wringed in the morning.

He asked Bei Nuan to ask for a few water chestnuts, saying that they had to be chopped and put in the (meat rou) filling, so that the lion head would have a crispy taste, and it would be more greasy and more delicious.

Bei Nuan wanted to help him wash the water chestnuts, but Jiang Fei wouldn't give it.

"You don't need to do it, I'll be fine."

Bei Nuan was a little embarrassed, "I can't let you do it all."

"No (guanguan) department."

Jiang Fei smiled and glanced at Lu Xingchi.

"The kitchen is oil and fire. Why would I be willing to sit by myself and let you cook as a girl? Just chat with me."

So Bei Nuan accompanies him to visit him cutting water chestnuts.

Jiang Fei was originally a master with a knife, he cut extremely fast, he flew like a fly, only to see the dazzling cold light of the dagger.

When Bei Nuan was dazzled, Jiang Fei snorted softly and stopped.

A drop of blood oozes from his finger.

Does anyone who can play with daggers cut their hands?

Bei Nuan was stunned for a second, and suddenly realized that this is not an opportunity to increase the value of Notre Dame falling from the sky?

Great!

"Wait, don't move!" Bei yelled violently, startling everyone in the small restaurant.

She took out a huge multi-layer medicine cabinet from the space, opened it layer by layer, picked out a lot of things, and placed them in a row on the countertop.

Jiang Fei held his bleeding finger and waited quietly for her to deal with it.

Bei Nuan first helped him to wash (dry gan) with water, wipe (dry gan), apply iodophor to sterilize it, and then took a large roll of gauze and wrapped it up layer by layer.

Lu Xing looked at this side silently.

Tang Yuan came to visit, and asked with concern: "What kind of wound? Seeing your posture, is it severely cut?"

In her busy schedule, Bei Nuan gestured with the tips of **** at a distance that was almost close together, "It's such a big one."

Tang Yuan was a little speechless, "It's not big, why not just use band-aids?"

Bei Nuan said plausibly, "Band-aids are not breathable, and they don't have gauze, right, Doctor Du?"

Doctor Du was busy playing games and hummed casually while holding his mobile phone.

Bei Nuan finally wrapped it up, and looked at the results of his labor contentedly-Jiang Fei exhaled a long sigh with more than twice as thick and carrot-like fingers.

Bei Nuan sighed sincerely: "It's so pitiful! You are injured, go to rest?"

Take a glance at the Virgin Value during his busy schedule.

One pass (fuck cao) was as fierce as a tiger, and the Virgin Mary really moved forward a little bit.

"No, it's okay."

Jiang Fei smiled at her, and didn't mind how much the weird finger was in the way, and continued to cut the water chestnuts.

After cutting, he finely chopped the water chestnuts into froth, took out the chopped (meat rou) stuffing in the morning, added seasonings with the eggs and chopped green onion, mixed them well, put them in the oil pan, and fry them one by one.

The lion's head turned into a beautiful golden (color) in a blink of an eye.

The aroma of fried (meat rou) meatballs diffuses in the small restaurant, and everyone can't stand it.

Jiang Fei didn't let people move now, put the seasoning again, and simmered the fried lion head over a small fire.

Jiang Fei's cooking came to an end, and Lu Xingchi came over.

He asked Bei Nuan for two eggs and a pot.

Bei Nuan was surprised.

These days, even Du Ruo has made Hainanese chicken rice, but Lu Xingchi has never used any kitchen utensils, so that Bei Nuan always thinks that he is a standard kitchen blind.

The kitchen-blind also has no (guanguan) department. Lu **oss works hard every day (killing sha) to get more goods, just waiting to eat.

Unexpectedly, he didn't know which of the tendons had been wrong recently, and decided to wash his hands and make soup.

Bei Nuan thought he would take a few books and study the theory for a few more days, but he actually started to practice it immediately.

**oss is extraordinary.

Bei Nuan asked: "Are you planning to cook eggs?"

Lu Xingchi shook his head: "Fried."

Then, as if a doctor were about to perform an operation, he carefully washed the pots and bowls, chopsticks and shovel with water and detergent inside and out several times.

Seeing Bei Nuan standing next to him, he seemed uncomfortable.

Still calm, beat the egg into the bowl, stirred with chopsticks, and reached for the sugar bowl.

Bei Nuan quickly handed the salt shaker to him, "You want salt, right?"

Lu Xing nodded late and opened the salt shaker.

"A little salt," he whispered, "How much is a little?"

He dug a small spoonful of salt, poured it into the egg, stirred it twice with chopsticks, and turned his head to look at the salt shaker.

Probably because he felt it was not enough, he dug a small spoonful and sprinkled it into the egg.

When he went to dig salt for the third time, Bei Nuan held down the salt shaker and said sincerely: "I think it must be enough."

"Are you sure?" Lu Xing asked later.

"OK." Bei Nuan grinned at him and thought: This brother, believe me, I can scramble eggs in elementary school.

Lu Xing late turned on the gas stove, turned on the fire to the maximum, sat the pot on the fire, and picked up the oil drum.

"The amount of oil," he muttered.

It poured half a pot.

It's quite appropriate.

Bei Nuan bit her lip and dared not speak.

No (guanguan) system, anyway, he can go to the supermarket to pick up a bucket if he runs out of oil, **oss, he can use as much oil as he wants.

He wouldn't put so many scrambled eggs after seeing someone else. Lu Xingchi obviously didn't even know which way the kitchen door was opened.

The fire raged quickly, and there was a loud noise.

Countless oil spots sprayed all over the sky like small cannonballs.

Lu Xingchi reacted very quickly, grabbing Bei Nuan into his arms and covering it with his (body shen) body.

Neither of them had been so embarrassed in the zombies. For some reason, in front of the frantic frying pan, there was a sense of tribulation and symbiosis that accompany death.

"The lid! The lid!" Bei Nuan struggling to reach the lid of the pot with a helpless hand in his arms.

Lu Xing late grabbed the lid of the pot and snapped it onto the oil pot, which was finally safe.

"You just finished washing the pot and didn't wipe the (gan) water." Bei Nuan got out of his arms and helped him analyze the cause.

Lu Xingchi was a little puzzled, and muttered, "Want to wipe (dry gan) water? There is no such step."

Bei Nuan suggested: "Hurry up and lay the eggs! The eggs will be fine."

A bowl of eggs poured down, and it really got better. Lu Xing picked up the shovel late and dialed it professionally.

More oil, less eggs.

The eggs float freely on the oil, like tourists snorkeling on the Maldives sea.

"It's almost there." Bei Nuan poked Lu Xingchi and told him to stop the fire and fish out the tourists.

Bei Nuan admired the eggs on the plate and praised sincerely: "It's really good, Huang Cancan, it's not burnt. Would you like to try it?"

He saw it as the first scrambled eggs in his life, and it was already pretty good without scrambled.

Lu Xingchi took a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Then he vomited silently in the tissue.

"It's salty?" Bei Nuan asked.

It's not a question of whether it's salty or not. The salt just added was not completely stirred up, and it was just a bite, and the taste was very sexy.

It seemed that cooking was really not as simple as imagined. Lu Xingchi fed a whole plate of eggs to the trash can.

Then asked Bei Nuan, "I saw you bought lobsters in Ningcheng last time, right?"

Bei Nuan was taken aback.

No, brother?

You have just fried your first scrambled eggs in your life, and are going to make lobster right away?

Bei Nuan diligently found a large lobster from the space, and reluctantly placed it on the chopping board for Lu Xingchi.

What a big lobster.

Such a fresh, plump and beautiful big lobster.

Bei Nuan's heart was crying.

Lu Xing glanced at her later and said lightly, "I'm going to make lobster sashimi."

That's it. Thank goodness. Amitabha.

Bei Nuan let out a long breath.

The venting voice was so loud that Lu Xingchi glanced at her again.

Bei Nuan quickly cleared his throat and handed a sharp blade to **oss.

Lu Xing took it over, calmly placing the lobster on the chopping board.

Calm, cold, cold-blooded and ruthless.

It's like a (killing sha) hand, preparing to (gan gan) his prey, hitting it with one blow, and retreating all over.

No one would have thought that this was the first time in Lu Xingji's life that he stumbled on something like a chopping board.

This is the result of Lu Xingchi's consideration for a long time today.

In any case, you can make a lobster sashimi.

To put it bluntly, it's just to open a shell for the lobster, take out the (meat rou) and slice it.

I've seen a live performance of lobster dissecting by a chef during dinner before, and I know what to do, and Lu Xingchi has also taken an anatomy class by himself, so there will be no problem at all.

Bei Nuan watched by the side, and there was really no problem.

He already knows how to use a knife, whether he is cutting people or lobsters, he does the same (dry gan) cleanly.

His knife is used well, but the structure of lobsters is very different from that of humans-lobsters have shells and spines on the shells.

Before Bei Nuan had time to remind him, his hand shrank suddenly.

He put down the knife and curled his fingers into the palm of his hand.

"What's the matter?" Bei Nuan grabbed his unwilling finger.

A drop of blood oozes from the tip of a slender finger.

"Nothing big..."

Before Lu Xingchi finished speaking, Bei Nuan hurriedly pulled his finger and put it directly in his mouth.

Fingers were wrapped in a soft and warm touch, and he could feel her two rows of small teeth, and the tip of his tongue was against his fingertips. Lu Xingchi completely forgot what to say, and was stunned.

Bei Nuan was also shocked by herself.

It was completely out of instinct. She didn't know what she thought. Maybe it was because she saw that his hands were full of lobster juice, and she was afraid that he might get infected?

Lu Xingchi stared at Bei Nuan motionlessly, and Bei Nuan held his finger in a daze.

From a distance, Dr. Du's voice came.

"Who taught you to use your mouth when you are injured? If he carries the zombie virus, you are already infected by now."

Bei Nuan then remembered letting go of his hand and flipping through the medicine cabinet.

Lu Xing looked at her for a while, walked past her, took out a box of band-aids from the medicine cabinet, handed it to Bei Nuan, and whispered, "It's not a big deal, please wrap it for me."

Bei Nuan quickly took it over, tore up and opened the stickers, and seriously helped him wrap his fingers.

Both of them were a little panicked, looking at no one, all staring at the injured finger.

It seems that wrapping band-aids is an extremely important event that requires full dedication.

Wrap the band-aids, Lu Xingchi is okay, and continues to deal with the lobster.

Not far away, Jiang Fei fiddled with his finger, which was wrapped in gauze like a carrot, and turned his head to look here, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although it was the first time in Lu Xingchi's life, the knifeman had nothing to say. A plate of lobster (rou rou) was sliced ​​evenly and thinly, spread on crushed ice, crystal clear and perfect.

Jiang Fei's braised lion's head is also very tasty, with a rich flavor.

The helpless lobster sashimi is naturally beautiful, and it does not require any processing at all, and it is already every second.

The two dishes are equally divided.

In comparison, the lobster sashimi disappears faster.

Bei Nuan spent the afternoon looking for opportunities to continue to increase the value of Notre Dame.

There are only a few people here, and it is rare to have electricity. It is also a rare free time. Everyone is holding their mobile phones to play games. There is really no chance.

Not to mention the increase in the value of the Virgin, it is so quiet that there is no one who speaks.

Bei Nuan decided that once they left here and started using the generator, they would never charge their mobile phones.

Everyone is holding their mobile phones in one pose, not moving or talking, and without the use of zombie viruses to infect them, they will all be zombie.

Only Lu Xing was not playing games. He moved a chair and sat at a distance by the window, reading a book.

The window is open, the warm wind blows in, and the afternoon sun shines through the glass, drawing out his clear and graceful outline.

He was only wearing a white shirt, with a book in his hand, and he was not at all (killing) angry at all, he was at ease.

It seemed that this was just an ordinary afternoon, and the chaotic apocalypse and zombies did not exist.

He is really good-looking.

Even if I have been with him for so many days, even if there are people like Jiang Fei Du Ruo and others, Bei Nuan still has not been able to fully adapt to his good looks.

Every time I saw him, I subconsciously held my breath.

Now he is concentrating on reading, and he can watch unscrupulously.

It took a long time for Bei Nuan's gaze to slip off his handsome face, passing by his broad shoulders, his muscled arms, and finally falling on the book in his hand.

Although he hides far away, he can immediately know what he is looking at by looking at the thickness of the book in his hand and the color of the cover (color)—

That "zero-based delicious cuisine".

It seems that Lu **oss really intends to conquer the high ground of cooking.

Bei Nuan called up the task bar, and there were only four hours left in the twelve-hour countdown. It didn't seem like there was another chance to increase the Virgin's value.

There is no chance to increase the value of Our Lady, at least to consolidate what has been earned.

You must let Jiang Fei take the initiative to say things like ‘you are very kind’ and ‘you are too kind’ so that the Virgin Mary value raised today will be considered true.

Bei Nuan quietly moved to Jiang Fei's side.

"What are you playing?" Bei Nuan looked down at his mobile phone screen and chatted with him casually.

"Call the room. It's a puzzle-solving and escape (tuo) game. There are various mechanisms. You must find a way to find clues and get out of the secret room."

Jiang Fei stopped looking at the phone immediately, and raised his head to talk to Bei Nuan, with gentle eyebrows and a smile.

Bei Nuan leaned over to take a closer look, but his thoughts were not on the screen.

"The phone you borrowed?" Bei Nuan asked.

Jiang Fei had escaped directly from the prison. He didn't have a mobile phone, so he must have borrowed someone else's mobile phone to play.

"Yes, it's the captain of their water defense team. He is busy, and he can lend me his mobile phone to play for a while." Jiang Fei replied.

The topic can be turned away naturally, and Bei Nuan is delighted.

"Their well-organized defense team is really well organized. It seems that they will go out regularly to find supplies?"

"Yes, Song Xiyi and the others said that they also brought back a lot of things from the school supermarket two days ago, but they can only carry them with a backpack, which is definitely not as much as you brought back today."

Bei Nuan nodded, and tried to continue to lead the topic, "Today, this whole vehicle is probably enough for them to hold on for a while."

Jiang Fei smiled, "Yes."

Bei Nuan brazenly blew herself, "As soon as I saw the supermarket today, I thought I should bring them some supplies back."

Jiang Fei still smiled at her.

Why would he refuse to compliment her?

Bei Nuan bit his scalp and guided him directly, "So do you think I...?"

Jiang Fei seemed to be taken aback. He saw Bei Nuan's praise in his eyes, and immediately said: "You are very cute."

Bei Nuan: "..."

lovely? ? ?

Jiang Fei was very alert and found that Bei Nuan's expression was wrong, so she quickly changed her way of praise, "I think you are very beautiful, considerate and understanding."

despair. There seems to be no word kind in Jiang Fei's dictionary.

Bei Nuan had to ask him directly: "Do you think I am very kind?"

Finally figured out that she was waiting for this, Jiang Fei said quickly: "Yes, you are very kind."

Bei Nuan glanced at the taskbar.

Sure enough, if you ask directly like this, what he answers doesn't count.

Bei Nuan sighed and stood up in pain, "Go on playing, I won't bother you anymore."

If he doesn't say that sentence, the Notre Dame value that he gets today will be cleared, and he will be busy.

Bei Nuan returned to the place where she was sitting, flipping her cell phone indiscriminately, thinking: How can we set a trap so that he can actively say that sentence?

No clue at all.

Suddenly someone on his head blocked the light.

Jiang Fei followed. He squatted down next to Bei Nuan's chair, bending his eyes at her.

"Beinuan, you are the kindest girl I have ever seen."

Bei Nuan was silly for a second, and quickly called out the task bar, and at a glance, he saw that the first phase of the mission of Our Lady of Light had become (1/1).

He actually said that sentence.

Coming over specially, solemnly, took the initiative to help her say that sentence to complete the task.

Bei Nuan was so moved that she almost cried.

She said very seriously: "Jiang Fei, you are the most considerate boy I have ever met, not one of them."

Du Ruo heard it next to him, and looked up from the phone screen blankly: "Huh?"

Lu Xingchi by the window was holding a book in his hand, and he kept looking here.

He seemed to have heard Bei Nuan's words, his gaze fell back to the page, but he stared at a place without moving for a long time.

Sure enough, as Bei Nuan expected, in the next few hours, everyone was still playing games. After dinner, it was dark, and there was no chance to increase the Virgin's value.

The first stage of the Virgin’s Light is over. In any case, the Virgin’s value is still a lot.

When the twelve-hour countdown returned to zero, the task prompt for the second stage popped up, and underneath the countdown was a line of small print:

"The target person at this stage: Song Xiyi."

Song Xiyi?

Who?

Bei Nuan reacted for a while before realizing that it seemed to be the captain of the Water Defense Team, the tall and handsome boy guarding the door.

He didn't say a few words to others, so he ran to find someone to show the Virgin Mary, and asked for praise, and he had to let him praise her for her kindness.

It's not easy to live.