Chapter 911： Shaved pear (1/2)

Throughout the whole process, staying vigilant in the small pavilion lined with green willows, Wei Qingyu's long eyelashes flickered, and her beautiful and charming face was full of surprise.

——It seems that there are a lot of evolutionaries with the same expression as her.

However, with the successful reading of [Lin's * Regardless of Enemy or We * Reverse Grand Summoning], it can be considered a perfect solution to a semi-embarrassing battle.

In the small restaurant, Lin Chou brought a few dishes to the table—of course, he did not forget to take care of a guy who is across the door.

Most of these dishes are cold han. They are mainly used to highlight the original flavor of ham, which is not a pleasant surprise.

But then, a pot of green porridge and bamboo shoots served with the porridge made her eyes shine.

After spending several months eating and drinking here, Leng Han learned something.

For example, in this clear porridge, there is no rice but the rice porridge is thick and dense. The surface is crystal clear and the inner layer is as white as fat. It is obviously not rice porridge, and then paired with a little ham, the rice is fragrant and the ham is more salty Is distinct.

It's just that the green vegetable field in the porridge that Ye Lenghan has never seen before is very special. The tender green leaves immerse their own color in the porridge water, making the porridge appear permeating green.

But when she scooped up a spoonful of porridge water, she could only see the thorough whiteness in the spoon.

Leng Han has never seen this kind of vegetable leaves. The slender edges of the leaves are jagged. Only by sniffing the water of the porridge can he notice the tangled greenness of the rice and salty fragrance.

A spoonful of porridge was poured into the red lips, and Leng Han pursed the corner of his mouth.

This porridge does not even add salt, it is completely based on the salty aroma of ham, which is light but not insignificant, which makes people have an unusual aftertaste.

When the highlight of the ham rolls down his throat, the hint of the hidden fragrance and bitterness of the wonderful wild vegetables begins to show between his lips and tongue.

It will not be publicized, and will not be overwhelmingly colorful. The aroma and bitterness of wild vegetables will only allow the mouth to develop its unique functions:

The saliva secreted intensified, the mouth was full of sweetness, and the time seemed to have reached the moment or two just after the porridge had just entered.

Leng Han had surprises and surprises in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were upturned.

”What kind of dish is this?”

Without waiting for Lin Chou's answer, a big bowl was thrown in from outside the door-if it weren't for a deep scratch on the rim of the bowl, it would be cleaner than the washed one.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and said while adding porridge.

”Dandelion, haven't you seen the one who defeated the fire?”

Leng Han blinked, pointing to the porridge bowl,

”I have seen it, but I haven't seen it in the bowl. It... can actually eat...”

Lin Chou only felt that he had a mouthful of old grooves held in his mouth without spitting out unpleasantly: the evil capitalist!

His ignorant childhood in the alley always had food as the main memory-one of the happiest things at that time was eating food in his mouth.

It was not that he was greedy, but that he was scared of hunger. The more time moved forward, the more hunger lingered like a shadow.

The illusion that stomach acid burned the stomach wall was accompanied by the twitching hunger along with the internal organs. There were several times in my memory. Lin Chou still felt his scalp numb just thinking about it.

At that age, if any child can dig back a few wild vegetables in the mud around the alley, he can instantly become the ”children of other people” in the neighborhood of the alley, a role model.

——The grass in the second wall has been plucked out, where are some wild vegetables.

After a few years, the wild vegetables around the alleys in my memory grew out like spring after rain.

There are fewer people picking them, and even if they pick a lot, they won’t be able to get praise from adults.

But the taste of a pot of wild vegetable porridge in the memory that flashed back occasionally was not dusted with the ignorant memory at all, but lasted for a long time.

Leng Han couldn't even recognize Dandelion, which made Lin Chou feel a little sad.