The moment Bu Fan put the golden rice on the plate, his mind firmly grasped a frame of memory.
In the picture, there is also a plate of golden rice that has just been cooked, steaming hot and fragrant.
These memory images that suddenly appear in the mind will also awaken the olfactory memory and synchronize the corresponding smell.
His mind followed the memory images and entered an inexplicable space.
He was standing in a corridor about five meters wide, flanked by tall display shelves.
Looking forward, there are rows of black display racks with no end in sight.
Looking back, there are rows of black display shelves with no end in sight.
Between one row of display racks and another row of display racks is an aisle about one and a half meters wide.
Look to the right, endless, no boundaries.
Look to the left, endless, no boundaries.
When I looked up, my neck was sore. I couldn't see the ceiling or the top of the display shelf.
Lowering his head, Bu Fan rubbed his sore neck. He had to tilt his head and happened to see an inconspicuous nameplate on the side of the display shelf.
The nameplate is palm-sized and metallic gray in color, and can easily be missed if you don't look carefully.
Bu Fan leaned over and saw the densely packed characters on it:
No.: XGKSD—YB222—JYFC100011—YN006—CY228
Index: New College Entrance Examination Era Sample No. 222 Memory Storage No. 100011 Ying Ning Management No. 006 Cooking Art No. 228
Bu Fan was thoughtful and felt that this was related to him.
Turning to the front of the display shelf, he saw layers of grids, with flat white boxes standing inside the grids. There were writing on the backs of the boxes, but they were very blurry and could not be identified.
Looking up, he saw clear and legible writing on the boxes in a row of grids above. He selected a box and looked at it carefully. It said:
No.: CY228—QGM0123
Index: Cooking No. 228 Soy Pot Noodles 123rd Practice
The last six numbers of the box on the left are QGM0124, QGM0125, QGM0126...
The last six numbers of the box on the right are QGM0122, QGM0121, QGM0120...
Bu Fan raised his hand to pull out the box numbered QGM0123 and opened it. Inside was a silver-gray substance between liquid and solid.
That mass of matter seemed to be full of temptation, and Bu Fan's mind was involuntarily thrown into it.
Bu Fan discovered that this was his own memory of making hot pot noodles. He knew clearly that this was his memory, and he also knew that he had never recalled it once.
The memory is very ordinary, with no highlights or features, just an ordinary experience of making hot pot noodles.
He worked very carefully and ended up with a half-pot of soy pot noodles that tasted average.
Withdrawing from this memory, Bu Fan put the box back on the shelf, walked to the right, and walked to the end of this layer of grids. There was a box with the number CY228-QGM0001, and the index was Cooking No. 228 Soy Pot. Practice for the first time.
Bu Fan took out the box, opened it, and fell into this memory.
It was the first time to make hot pot noodles. Bu Fan was a little disapproving and thought it was not difficult to make hot pot noodles.
Full of confidence and energy, the hot pot noodles came out quickly and tasted very average.
Bu Fan walked left again, until he reached the end of the grid, and pulled out the last box in the grid.
The box number is CY228-QGM1009, and the index is Cooking No. 228 Soy Pot Noodles 1009th Practice.
He opened the box and his mind sank into the silver-grey non-liquid and non-solid substance.
In this memory, the process of making hot pot noodles is like a wonderful performance art.
Chop green onions, dice vegetables, dice meat, heat a pan, pour oil, simmer the pan, add water, heat, boil the water, stir, and remove from the pan. The quantities of various ingredients are all represented by weight figures in the mind. The quantity of ingredients and the required oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are also shown in weight figures.
Put the noodles into a bowl, one-third of the noodles, one-third of the diced vegetables and meat, and one-third of the soup.
Green vegetable leaves, white noodles, amber soup.
When you smell it, the aroma is so fragrant that it makes your index fingers tick.
Taste it, the soup is delicious, the noodles are chewy, and the meat and vegetables are delicious.
Ordinary ingredients create extraordinary taste.
Bu Fan quit this memory.
Repeat the exercise one thousand and nine times, just to make a bowl of hot pot noodles.
This is such a big gesture, and at the same time, it is such a boring move, like killing chickens with a butcher's knife, or hitting mosquitoes with an anti-aircraft cannon.
Although the result is beautiful, the soybean noodles made by Bu Fan are full of color, flavor and flavor, which is endlessly memorable.
But is it worth it?
Also, why one thousand and nine times?
Bu Fan looked at most of the boxes with unclear handwriting, and casually picked up one of the books. However, the box seemed to have grown on the display shelf. No matter how hard Bu Fan applied force, it would not move at all.
Searching along this row of display shelves, I suddenly saw clear writing on the back of a box in a grid at a height of two people.
He was thinking about how to get the box and take a closer look when a climbing ladder glided over.
Climbing up the ladder, he saw clearly the writing on the backs of the boxes. It turned out that these boxes contained golden rice to practice memory.
One thousand and nine boxes, one thousand and nine exercises.
At the beginning, Bu Fan's operation was unfamiliar, but in the end he became very comfortable and could do it well with his eyes closed.
At the beginning, the taste of golden rice was average, even a little unpalatable, but in the end, the taste of golden rice became unique.
After getting off the ladder, he looked at the nameplates on the display racks one by one. He looked at thirty or forty of them in a row, all of which were handled by Ying Ning. He walked forward and passed a dozen display racks before he saw Zhu Siyuan on the nameplate. words.
No.: XGKSD—YB222—JYFC101231—ZSY001—WS001
Index: New College Entrance Examination Era Sample No. 222 Memory Storage No. 101231 Zhu Siyuan Processing No. 001 Wu Yi No. 001
Bu Fan looked all the way and didn't find the box showing the writing. Bu Fan felt that there should be such a box, but he couldn't find it because the space was too large and there were too many display racks.
Later, he saw the words "Wasteland Management" and "Zhang Zechun Management" on the nameplate.
Bu Fan guessed that this space should be a warehouse specially used to seal his memories.
But he couldn't figure out where so many memories came from. With his eighteen years of life, how much time would it take for him to fill up so many memories.
Later, the first string of characters in the number changed, and the words at the beginning of the index appeared such as "Ghosts play with people in the end of the Dharma Era", "Humans eat people in the Dharma Ending Era", "Pan Entertainment Era", etc., which were completely incomprehensible.
After Bu Fu got up, he followed the scent to the kitchen and saw Bu Fan counting the plates and staring out the window in a daze.
"It smells so good!" Bu Fu patted Bu Fan on the shoulder. Bu Fan was trembling and almost dropped the plate in his hand. Fortunately, Bu Fu reached out to catch it.
"It smells so good!" Bu Fu couldn't help shouting again.
At the dinner table, the golden rice directly amazed the taste buds of Lin Li and Bu Fu, and they praised it repeatedly.
"Okay, Bu Fan, yesterday's hot pot noodles were delicious, and today's golden rice is even better! It seems you have a talent for being a chef!" Boss Lin Li said happily, "When you finish the college entrance examination, you and I will My brother is lucky, you are responsible for cooking at home."
Bu Fu agreed: "Yes, you are not young anymore. You can't just be a rice insect, but you should also contribute to the family. It seems that the arrival of your brother has brought good luck to our family, and you have also benefited. Finally, Dad, I am so happy that I am willing to be a human being!"
No matter what Lin Li and Bu Fu said, they always got around to the unborn Erbao, which made Bu Fan very hurt. He felt that they were taking pains to inspire hatred for his future brother.
He now knows that it's not his parents' fault, it's just that the screenwriter who wrote this script is too evil.
What is he trying to achieve? Do we want to create a tragedy where the same people suffer from the same root?
However, even if there is such a drama, it is still very far away from now.
What he wants to know most now is how the screenwriter wrote the plot that will happen now. Will his and Chu Xuanyu Dou Haoran's robbery and kidnapping plan be successful?
I really want to read this script in advance!
