"Well, there are protective suits next to it."
Seeing Zheng Yuan roll up his sleeves and prepare to step forward, Lebu Beyala's frightened tone changed.
"Do you know why no one can cook it yet?"
Zheng Yuan looked at Lebu Beyala and pointed at the harmless pumpkin lying quietly on the cart, ignoring the dull pain in his fingertips.
"Because they don't have the courage to risk their lives, but I do!"
Without waiting for Lebu Beyala's reaction, Zheng Yuan took off his shirt and walked towards the round pumpkin.
"Ouch! (The boss is so handsome!)"
The eyes of the 100 million people watching were filled with stars, wagging their tails and cheering.
"No one without a system would do this. All the cells in the body are resisting the approach!"
Zheng Yuan secretly thought in his heart that his body was resisting the approach, his cells were wailing, his legs and feet were weak, his head was dizzy, his bladder was tightening, and his whole body ached. His body refused the host's act of committing suicide.
Standing one meter in front of the pumpkin, black and purple spots appeared on the skin, as if it was poisoned. This is because the gourmet cells sensed the danger and began to eliminate the mutated cells from the body.
Half a meter long, the black and purple spots are connected together to form a cloud-like pattern in Zhengyuan, which is ferocious and ugly.
"Fight! This thing must be delicious!"
Looking at the pumpkin that became touchable with just one stretch of his hand, Zheng Yuan's eyes twitched. His desire for food and confidence in the system made Zheng Yuan overcome his body's instinct and stretched out his hand to support the pumpkin.
...
"He actually touched the nuclear pumpkin directly without wearing protective clothing? If the boss hadn't given me too much, I wouldn't even dare to look at it, and he would just do it?"
A masked boy said in shock.
"Don't die! At least don't damage your brain."
Lebu Beyala was even more nervous than Zheng Yuan, fearing that Zheng Yuan would be hurt. Now he felt as if he saw the delicious stewed pig's trotters on his dinner plate and jumped directly into the fire without wrapping the tinfoil on his body. Same, very confusing.
The question is, can pig’s trotters covered with dust still be eaten?
...
The arm has completely turned purple-black, the blood vessels are bulging, and the pain is gone, only waves of numbness.
Taking out Nancy and looking at the nuclear pumpkin, Zheng Yuan closed his eyes and then stared at it.
"Nuclear pumpkin, you must be very lonely!"
His eyes were filled with pity. Zheng Yuan didn't know why he was talking to a pumpkin that had no life and no thoughts. His heart was full of pity, but Zheng Yuan felt it and felt lonely just looking at it.
"I thought I heard something!"
A sound came from my ears, it was a low echo, as thick as a whale's cry, as high as a lion's roar, with the emotion of expectation and joy.
"Sorry, I don't have time. I can't cook you properly, so I can only eat you raw."
Taking out Nancy, Zheng Yuan closed his eyes, controlled his almost unconscious arm, and tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
With a flash of white light, Nancy's extremely sharp blade, under Zheng Yuan's control, instantly cut through the pumpkin's skin, which was tough enough to withstand Barrett's bombardment, and cut the nuclear pumpkin vertically in half.
A strange, slightly pungent sweet fragrance came out, and the 100 million on the side wailed, as if its nose had been punched.
"It's easy to remove the inner seeds and the inedible fiber in the outer skin without damaging the edible flesh. Although it's easy for me to do it with my hands intact, can I do it with my current hands?"
Zheng Yuan asked himself a little confused, looking at the system details page in the void.
"I want to eat you! I can definitely do it!"
When he saw the broken nuclear energy pumpkin, Zheng Yuan's eyes became firm again. Since everything was opened, he had no choice but to do it. There was no reason to put the opened soda aside!
Zihei's right hand held Nancy tightly, the blood vessels in her arm were bulging out of shape, and her left hand held the nuclear pumpkin.
The tip of the knife was still trembling just before it touched the nuclear pumpkin, but when it actually touched it, Zheng Yuan's body instinct that he had suppressed revived. It was an instinct he had gained from handling ingredients over time. It cannot be given up.
So while complaining about Zheng Yuan's lack of respect for it, the body cut open the skin of the nuclear pumpkin, and picked up the dark pumpkin seeds one by one with the tip of the knife, without damaging the velvety melon sac.
Nearly half of the ten minutes of cooking time has passed. The nuclear pumpkin has been almost processed. The rind and seeds have been removed without damaging the pulp, but the fragrance that represents success has not been released.
"What else is missing!"
He frowned a little anxiously, his arms and the front facing the pumpkin were completely purple-black, which looked shocking, but Zheng Yuan didn't care about it at all, he just thought about the problem.
"The system doesn't display it either. There are actually things that the system can't see!"
Scanning the system panel with his eyes, Zheng Yuan confirmed that he had perfectly followed the process displayed by the system without making any mistakes.
The voice next to his ears became more and more anxious, screaming loudly, wanting to tell Zheng Yuan something.
Looking behind him, he saw 100 million worried eyes and Lebu Beyala's heartbroken eyes. Zheng Yuan's consciousness began to blur, and the low hum in his ears became clearer.
"Beautiful...beautiful..."
In a trance, Zheng Yuan seemed to understand something, and his hands moved subconsciously. The next second, the sweet smell awakened Zheng Yuan's appetite. What kind of taste was it?
The unique fragrance of pumpkin filled Zheng Yuan's nasal cavity. The sweetness similar to cantaloupe stimulated Zheng Yuan to secrete saliva. Underneath the sweetness, there was a bit of spicy and stimulating fragrance that made Zheng Yuan's stomach growl.
The non-stop pain came from his body, and the restored pain awakened Zheng Yuan's groggy consciousness. He opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the source of the fragrance.
It was a warm light. The white jade-like pulp was cut into a size suitable for the mouth, and was assembled into the shape of a small pumpkin on the plate. The remaining scraps were stuffed into the small pumpkin, which was stunningly beautiful.
"Thanks."
The sound passed through Zheng Yuan's ears like a breeze and disappeared.
What is that sound? Zheng Yuan didn't care anymore. His mind and eyes were already filled with the little pumpkin in front of him, and there was no room for anything else.
“Thanks for all the ingredients in the world, I’m rolling!”
With trembling hands, he picked up a piece of pumpkin, dipped the chopped scraps inside, and put it into his mouth.
The first feeling in the mouth is not sweetness, but the spiciness that occupies the second place in the sense of smell. It is not the spiciness of pepper or mustard, but a strange, unprecedented feeling. It is not spicy in the mouth, but spicy in the heart, like a flame. It ignited Zheng Yuan's heart.
After the spicy taste, there is sweetness. The sweetness like cantaloupe penetrates into the body that has been damaged by radiation, soothing Zheng Yuan's body and mind.
It is obviously a pumpkin, but the texture when eaten raw is not crisp, but a bit soft and waxy, like a well-cooked winter melon, with plenty of juice. Every time you chew it, there is a mixture of spicy and sweet. They are obviously in conflict and must not be left out. The flavors come together perfectly.
Zheng Yuan chewed silently, one mouthful after another. The crackling sound on his body was endless, as if a large roll of firecrackers had been thrown into his body.
"This is the first time I've encountered this taste. It's so... delicious!"
At some point, the fruit pulp on the dinner plate had disappeared. Zheng Yuan clasped his hands together, his expression calm, all the purple and black marks on his body faded away, his body glowed like white jade, and his muscles bulged.
He looked up at the ceiling, as if to cast his gaze toward a more distant place, and a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye and crossed his cheek.
