The man was obviously very easy to talk to. When he heard that Jin Qing was going to cook in person, he sat there and smiled heartily: "We haven't seen you for a few years, and Xiao Lu has actually started to cook. I want to have a good taste of your cooking."
While speaking, the man seemed to have pulled a wound on his body. He covered his stomach and let out a few hisses. Then he raised his head and waved his hand in Jin Qing's direction: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Lu, don't worry. Uncle, uncle is as strong as an aircraft."
His injury was caused by an electromagnetic wave in the universe that struck him during his mission.
Although it will not infect others, there is still no specific medicine for the disease.
We can only let the flesh, flesh and internal organs on his body rot piece by piece...
And this time he said he was going to the hospital for treatment, but in fact he just came to see if any good inhibitors had been developed on this core planet with the most advanced technology, which could help him die a few days later and live with less pain. bitter.
If not, he will spend all the money while he is still alive.
Anyway, he is alone, and even if he doesn’t spend the money, there will be no one to keep him...
After listening to the man's comforting words, Jin Qing said: "...I want to ask you what you eat?" Does it have anything to do with me whether you look like an aircraft or not.
The man choked at Jin Qing's retort, then reached out and scratched his head: "Whatever!" He would eat anything.
Jin Qing's complexion instantly improved, and the man saw her pick up a pen and scratch the order menu a few times: "One serving of fried tomatoes, two thousand yuan, cash, credit card or transaction point."
A tomato costs 200 yuan, and since she cooks it herself, the price shouldn't be too expensive.
The man looked at Jin Qing in confusion, then subconsciously raised the personal terminal on his wrist and brought it to Jin Qing.
After debiting 2,000 yuan from the man's account, Jin Qing turned around and entered the kitchen with satisfaction.
The man scratched his head in confusion. What the hell is fried tomatoes? Why are the prices of vegetables twice as expensive as when Lao Lu was here?
Where were Lao Lu and his wife? Why should a little girl take charge of the spoon? He couldn't figure it out!
In the kitchen, Jin Qing was throwing two whole tomatoes into the pot and flipping them over with a spatula. Stir-frying should be similar to barbecue.
After frying for a few times, he found that only the outer skin of the tomatoes had changed color. Jin Qing frowned and looked through Lu Yiwei's memories, only to realize that the tomatoes needed to be cut into pieces before being put into the pot.
Feeling that he had found the essence of stir-fry, Jin Qing did not hesitate to scoop up the two tomatoes in front of him and pat them into cakes.
The originally round tomatoes turned into two big lumps, and there was a burning smell in the pot.
Jin Qing frowned. She seemed to have forgotten to put in the oil.
Jin Qing did whatever came to mind. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the oil can. When it was less than half of the can, the oil was poured into the pot, just enough to submerge the two tomato cakes.
Watching the tomatoes crackle in the oil, Jin Qing nodded with satisfaction, then raised his hand and poured all the visible seasonings in front of him into the pot...
That's what she does when she grills meat.
Lu's condiments are abundant in quantity and variety, so as soon as these things are poured down, the tomato cake disappears instantly.
Jin Qing could only see these seasonings, making gurgling and crackling sounds in the oil pan.
The man was still sitting at the table. He quietly opened his clothes to check the injury on his belly. Sure enough, it was much larger than when he came in.
The man sighed. Once the rot was on his skin, it would spread to his internal organs. He didn't know how long he could survive.
The man put down his clothes and gave a wry smile: Carpe diem.
At this moment, the man suddenly smelled a smell that left him speechless.
The taste is sour and spicy, spicy and fishy, fishy and salty, and salty and burnt. Just smelling it makes a man have the urge to cut off his nose.
The man coughed violently twice and shouted inside: "Girl, the food in your kitchen seems to be burnt."
Jin Qing picked up the plate and looked at the two piles of smelly black charcoal that had just been taken out of the pot: Needless to say, I didn't know that this dish was burnt!
Looking at the black charcoal in her hand and thinking of the 2,000 yuan she had just received, Jin Qing gritted her teeth: No matter what, she had to force the man to eat the food, because she would never refund the money!
After making up his mind, Jin Qing was about to walk out with the dishes when he noticed something strange.
On these two piles of charcoal, these black light spots are dancing.
Jin Qing subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it, but only his hands were covered with black oil. As for the light spots, they still stayed in place.
Jin Qing blinked and simply used his spiritual power to wrap up the black spots and move them outside.
Sure enough, after this operation, those black spots had completely disappeared without a trace...
Jin Qing understood somewhat. It turned out that this was what they called impurities in food ingredients.
Then Jin Qing put her nose next to her plate and sniffed gently: she remembered it being mentioned on TV that as long as the impurities in the food were removed, the food would become extremely delicious.
Upon smelling it, Jin Qing couldn't help but retched: everything on TV was a lie, and the smell of these two lumps of charcoal was still the same disgusting.
Jin Qing held her breath and brought the dish to the man's table: "Fried tomatoes, take your time." Eat it, and you will stay young forever if you eat it.
The man was still lowering his head just now and thinking about his next plan. After hearing Jin Qing's words, the man subconsciously raised his head and looked at the dining table.
Then, the man held his breath, raised his head and looked at Jin Qing who was staring at him with confusion: "Where are the dishes?" He refused to believe that these two things were his lunch.
Jin Qing raised her chin and pointed at the plate: "It's all here, hurry up and eat. The food will taste bad when it gets cold."
Man: "..." You can tell from that that it tastes good now.
Under Jin Qing's intense gaze, the man hesitantly picked up the chopsticks and mustered up the courage to reach for a piece of charcoal.
As soon as I picked up the charcoal, I saw some sticky seasonings painted on it.
The man couldn't help but growl in his throat. He looked at Jin Qing and swallowed: Are you sure your intestines won't be torn after eating it?
He already had half his life left, and he really couldn't withstand any blow.
But looking at Jin Qing's persistent eyes, the man didn't want to hurt Jin Qing's heart, so he gritted his teeth and put the food in his mouth: he wouldn't live long anyway, and he didn't believe that this thing could poison him.
You know, he might be a man battling radiation.
Not wanting to look at Jin Qing's expectant eyes, let alone seeing what was about to enter his mouth, the man simply closed his eyes and took a bite on the charcoal.
Then there was a sound of "vomit", and the man felt that the taste was stimulating his taste buds crazily.
The man's stomach suddenly turned upside down, and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit out his stomach.
