The wood made a "pop-pop" sound under the flames.
According to Wei Yang's introduction, this pot-shaking room originally used liquefied gas, but the gas tank ran out not long after the apocalypse broke out.
Lin Junfu had nothing to add, so he had no choice but to order someone to build a simple stove using the building bricks left over from the factory. Although the stove did not look very good-looking, it was useful for boiling water. , it’s more than enough for cooking.
Wei Yang vigorously fanned the cardboard in his hand. Seeing this situation, Tang Xiaoquan naturally couldn't stand there in a daze. He hurriedly carried out the gentleman's style and passed the opponent's cardboard, and then squatted down and fanned the cardboard in the same manner.
"Cough cough cough!" "Lighting a fire" for the stove was far more complicated than he thought. The sultry temperature and the thick smoke that choked his eyes and nose made Tang Xiaoquan miserable by the rising flames.
However, due to the man's so-called face, he still pretended to be relaxed and persisted until the fire was completely burning before he exchanged the right to use the stove to Wei Yang.
Looking at the black marks left by the smoke on the other person's face, Wei Yang couldn't help but smile, and then said jokingly: "Haha, your smoky makeup is really unique!"
"Hehe~" Tang Xiaoquan scratched his head in embarrassment. He really didn't know what to say, so he could only excuse himself by laughing.
Unlike his clumsiness, Wei Yang seemed to be a proficient user of the stove. Whether it was adding firewood, fanning the fire, or heating the pot to put vegetables, he was hundreds of times better than Tang Xiaoquan. At least he didn't suffer from the heavy smoke like him. ".
First, he poured a little bit of soybean oil. After the pot was hot, Wei Yang immediately took out a sealed jar and scraped a small amount of tempeh into the pot.
After a little stir-frying, a refreshing aroma suddenly wafted out, making Tang Xiaoquan's mouth water just by smelling it.
Looking at the girl's back, Tang Xiaoquan had a strange feeling in his mind for some reason.
For the first time, he felt that this apocalypse was not so scary. At least at this moment, he felt the warmth he had never felt before.
He had the urge to stop the girl's waist from behind, but at this moment...
"Are your actions this morning... dangerous?"
"Ah!" Tang Xiaoquan was slightly startled. He was in a fugue state and obviously didn't realize what the girl was saying.
But his subconscious response was misinterpreted as another meaning in Wei Yang's ears, so the latter pretended to be "reasonable" and said: "Oh, it's actually nothing, I just asked casually. "
Tang Xiaoquan, who had realized that he had lost his temper, quickly cheered up and pretended not to hear clearly and repeated: "You just asked me if my actions this morning were dangerous, right? To be honest, it was quite dangerous!"
"Yeah!" Wei Yang nodded calmly, and poured the already soaked beef instant noodles that had been set aside into the pot, and then stir-fried them with his hands. The hot oil temperature matched the rolling of the cooked noodles. There was a constant "sizzling, sizzling" sound of oil exploding.
"Are you afraid?" Wei Yang asked after a long silence, as if after careful consideration, once again catching Tang Xiaoquan off guard.
However, Tang Xiaoquan also seemed to be well prepared for this question. He answered very simply, without even thinking for a second, he just blurted out his answer:
"Afraid!"
A simple word! But the profound meaning contained in it is extremely rich.
Wei Yang's body suddenly paused, and the spatula stirring in his palm also stopped following the man's indifferent word "fear".
But then she smiled calmly again, and said lightly: "When we were in school in the early years, our teacher told Zeng that when facing death, this person has different feelings, some are confused, and some are confused. There is fear, there is no point, there is helplessness, but now it seems that fear is the main one.”
Tang Xiaoquan didn't quite understand the girl's purpose in saying this, but he was familiar with psychology books and had a blind paranoia about these slightly philosophical issues.
So he didn't think too much and just expressed his own opinion: "I can't say that completely, but I have to add a prefix, the end of the world! In addition, I believe that there must be people in this world who dare to face death. But as the saying goes, there is no point in being ignorant. People who are not afraid of death and do not face death correctly must be ignorant. They are either fools who don’t understand anything, or lunatics who are not afraid of anything. As for truly normal human beings, I personally I think you will definitely feel fear when faced with the threat of death. This is not a shameful thing, because only when you are afraid of death can you overcome it, defeat it, and become stronger!"
"Well, fear makes people strong!" Silently repeating Tang Xiaoquan's words, Wei Yang quickly weighed the iron pot, and the noodles that took off immediately flipped in the air with strong flames, and then stabilized It fell back into the iron pot.
"Your point of view is quite eye-catching." As she spoke, Wei Yang had already put the cooked noodles into a plate, and the next second she took out a small bag like magic.
Wei Yang pinched out a few shriveled vegetable leaves from the bag and carefully sprinkled them evenly on the hot noodles.
The scorching high temperature caused the dried vegetables to stretch and expand almost the moment they touched them, and then gradually revealed their true colors.
"Huh, you really have a lot of gadgets!" Seeing the girl's various tricks, Tang Xiaoquan secretly admired her, and at the same time, he also expressed his sincere appreciation for her "careful calculation".
"Oh, I can't help it. Let's make the best use of everything!" Whether it's tempeh or shriveled fruits and vegetables, Wei Yang saves everything in every possible way.
If these inconspicuous little things were handled by a man with a big heart, they would have been thrown into the trash can and thrown away as trash.
"Alright! The fried noodles with black bean sauce are of limited quality. Please give it a try, Mr. Tang!" Wei Yang, who was very playful, playfully winked at Tang Xiaoquan with his hand out as an invitation. Good guy, the latter's heart suddenly jumped when he shouted.
Tang Xiaoquan immediately didn't dare to hesitate, quickly grabbed the chopsticks and put several noodles into his mouth.
Tang Xiaoquan's forehead swelled as soon as the hot noodles entered his mouth. However, he still endured the pain of being burned by the high temperature and swallowed the noodles in his mouth in a few mouthfuls. He then put on a weird smile and shouted " Haha" he praised: "Not bad! Not bad! It tastes great!"
Under the moonlight, a man and a woman were sitting on the floor against the wall.
Tang Xiaoquan was enjoying the delicious food in his hands. Beside him, Wei Yang looked up at the sky like a bird clinging to someone.
"The moon is so full tonight! I wonder how dad is doing over there?"
With slightly sad words, Wei Yang reached out and brushed a strand of black hair floating by his ear, and a touch of sadness for his old friend appeared on his pretty cheek.
"Don't worry! When uncle sees your positive attitude towards life, he will definitely be able to smile!"
The breeze blows and crickets are still singing in the fields. Tonight is destined to be a night full of memories.
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