I’m Not a Scumbag

I saw the crowd go from excitement to commotion, to signs of chaos, and finally to calm down.

Lin Fang was a little dazed.

In several lifetimes, he was also forty years younger.

Sophistication is not much better than college students who have just walked out of campus.

Lin Fang had never thought about this before.

Now, because of the scene where he almost did something bad because of his good intentions, I couldn't help being a little touched.

In the real earth of his previous life, after graduation, he worked in a company for ten years.

I haven't talked to my girlfriend, and I haven't had a relationship.

A few close roommates in college went their separate ways after graduation, and the relationship gradually faded.

There was a connection at first.

But slowly, because Lin Fang has been living in the house all the time, wandering in the second dimension every day.

Novels, games, anime, there are too many fun things, so that he can always immerse himself in his own world.

Girlfriends don't want to talk, let alone go out with boys.

Parents would only urge marriage, but they would not pay attention to Lin Fang's narrower social circle and fewer friends.

Even Lin Fang himself never realized that this was a problem.

The second dimension, isn't it fragrant?

After crossing, the first earth era world to arrive.

Suddenly there were many ex-girlfriends, and Lin Fang felt dazed, but he actually enjoyed it.

It's just that he doesn't want to admit it.

If it wasn't for the accidental discovery of the traces of the demon insects, perhaps Lin Fang would be entangled with many ex-girlfriends in the earth era, and it might not be possible to spend his pink life.

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"God of Cooking? God of Cooking Lin?" Zhan Yuansheng held the sea bowl and called Lin Fang several times but failed to wake him up.

It was Bai Yutang who begged Qi Ruizhu, and under her gentle shaking, Lin Fang came back to his senses.

"What's the matter, Chef Lin, have you started to reminisce before you eat?" Zhan Yuansheng couldn't help but tease.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Lin Xin couldn't help but move.

Since his cooking skills have advanced to a certain point, he has stepped into that threshold, and has already possessed the power to give food "emotions".

Which "mood" is given to which dish seems random.

At least for now, Lin Fang has not grasped that rule.

In the past, these diners who have eaten food with "emotional" power, after eating, more praised Lin Fang for his cooking skills, and they rarely mentioned what they saw and felt.

That is, just now, Zhan Yuansheng and Lu Wanqiu said more, and also mentioned that "Chenpi Chicken" can bring "remorse", and "Kung Pao Chicken" can touch "reminiscence".

If these are all about memories, doesn't that mean...

Lin Fang faintly felt that he seemed to have grasped the key.

With a flash of thought, Lin Fang chuckled and shook his head, "It's not a big deal, it just suddenly occurred to me that cooking can be more targeted in the future, and the cooking potency can be more powerful!"

"No! No!" Zhan Yuansheng exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Master Chef Lin, these dishes you are cooking now have a lot of 'medicinal power', okay? We have to hesitate for a while when we take a bite, and we always think of the past from time to time. If the 'medicine' is more powerful, wouldn't it become a 'regret medicine'? If we just regret it, how can we still have the heart to taste the deliciousness of the food?"

"Isn't that just right?" Lu Wanqiu had a different opinion. "There are so many regrets in life. If there is a 'regret medicine', I will buy it at all costs!"

"My big sister Lu!" Zhan Yuansheng woke up Lu Wanqiu with a smile, "but this 'regret medicine' can only remind you of your past regrets, but it can't make up for them. Isn't this cheating?"

"Boss Zhan, are you saying that I let my brother cheat?" Bai Yutang couldn't help but look cold, and looked at Zhan Yuansheng with a bit of a bad look in his eyes.

Bad dish!

Zhan Yuansheng's words were originally just joking with Lu Wanqiu, saying some disagreements.

But don't want to, but fall into the trap.

Zhan Yuansheng didn't know how long he hadn't been so sullen.

Looking at the other people in the Douhua shop, they looked at him with hostility as expected.

"No! No! No, of course not!" Zhan Yuansheng hurriedly explained with a smile, "How could Zhan have such a thought? I mean, if you try to forget some things, you have already worked hard. Not remembering is actually a problem. It's a good thing, but if I think about it again, wouldn't it be sad? I think Boss Lin still needs to be cautious in this matter."

"Boss Zhan is thinking too much." Lin Fang listened for a long time, and then he said with a chuckle, "These dishes with stronger medicinal properties are not meant to be eaten by others, but I intend to make them for myself. Is it a little unfair that you all experience 'memories' in the dishes I cook, but I don't? Like..."

Lin Fang put a piece of "Steamed Crispy Pork" into his mouth, chewed it lightly twice, and swallowed it, "Just like this 'Steamed Crispy Pork', I only tasted its soft middle and tough, soft Under the glutinous outer skin are deep-fried and tenacious pieces of meat, the salty taste is very suitable, it is very satisfying to eat, suitable for drinking, and there is nothing else. You eat it, but it is different."

After hearing Lin Fang's words, everyone put down their chopsticks, all of them gravitating towards "Steamed Crispy Pork".

Qi Ruizhu chewed the "Steamed Crispy Pork" lightly, and her eyes were hazy.

"Girl Pearl? Girl Pearl? Wake up!"

Qi Ruizhu opened her eyes in a daze, but saw a thin old lady dressed in old Manchu clothes, sitting next to her, waving her handkerchief, trying to wake her attention.

"Grandma? Where am I..."

The old lady didn't respond to Qi Ruizhu, but got up with a smile, picked up a plate of meatballs from the round table, and sat down beside her again.

"Look, let's see what delicious food grandma brought you! Look, do you like it? Hey, my little aunt, you can eat slowly! Don't worry, Brother Feng is still kneeling. You don't have the share of Feng Ge'er. Eat slowly! You little fat girl, you are really impatient, like me! Hahaha..."

Hearing the old lady's chatter, Qi Ruizhu suddenly remembered that this was a picture of her when she was eight years old.

That year, her brother was ten years old.

Two people were fighting over the fried vegetarian **** prepared for the Chinese New Year in the kitchen. She was pushed by her brother, hit the stove, and smashed her forehead. Her brother, who knew that he was in trouble, ran away and left her alone. People were crying in the kitchen.

The father knew that she was fighting with her brother for the vegetarian meatballs, and he punished her to kneel at the ancestral hall, regardless of whether her forehead had just been bandaged.

Qi Ruizhu felt particularly aggrieved, and fainted when she knelt on her knees.

When she woke up again, she was already in bed.

At that time, my grandmother came to see her and brought such a plate of meatballs.

Fathers and mothers have always been patriarchal.

Even if grandma said that Qi Ruizhu's brother Qi Ruifeng was kneeling in the ancestral hall, Qi Ruizhu would not believe it.

However, she still believed it.

That is, when I grew up and recalled this incident, I realized that my grandmother was just comforting her.

With so many people in the family, only grandma loves Qi Ruizhu the most.

Only grandma would come to see Qi Ruizhu after she was injured and collapsed on her knees in the ancestral hall, and even made her a plate of meatballs.

"Grandma...I miss you so much!"

Qi Ruizhu murmured, her eyes flashed, she rubbed her eyes and looked again, where is the old lady, she is still sitting in the castle kitchen at the headquarters of the "Cooking Decision Association", eating with a table of people.

The "steamed crispy pork" in his mouth right now, Qi Ruizhu didn't go to try other dishes, he picked up another piece of crispy pork and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Girl Zhu, why are there so many bumps on your clothes, they don't look good anymore, I'll help you get rid of them... eh? Why is there a hole? Your mother... Forget it, wait, grandma go. Get a needle and thread to help you mend it!"

Qi Ruizhu saw the thin old lady again.

She was nine years old then.

The clothes were accidentally torn when she was cleaning the yard.

She didn't dare to tell her mother that she had spent some time tying together the raw edges on the rips of the clothes, creating a small bump.

If I tell my mother that I know, I will kneel again and call her a "losing money".

She was scolded a lot, and the servants in the family treated her a little bit slowly.

Only when grandma was there, those servants knew how to behave.

The old lady took a sewing kit from her house, and then moved a bamboo chair to sit under the eaves, basking in the sun while helping her mend her clothes.

She is small and does not sit on a chair, but sits on her grandmother's feet, watching her help her to mend her clothes.

At that time, she didn't know that this feeling was called dependence.

She just loves being with grandma.

As long as she is with grandma, no one dares to bully her, and no one dares to despise her.

In that home, only grandma can bring her a touch of warmth.

"grandmother……"

Qi Ruizhu's eyes were red, and she burst into tears unconsciously.

When she stopped her tears, she returned to the kitchen at the headquarters of the "Cooking Juice Association".

Qi Ruizhu quickly took another piece of "steamed crispy pork" and stuffed it into his mouth.

On the side, everyone looked at Qi Ruizhu blankly, and then looked at Lin Fang.

They also wanted to try "Steamed Crispy Pork", but they didn't expect Qi Ruizhu to be the fastest, the first to put down his chopsticks and grab the head.

But the next picture is a bit magical.

Qi Ruizhu closed her eyes, but the chopsticks in her hands accurately deflected all the chopsticks that were stretched out to grab food. She softly called "grandma" in her mouth, but she didn't open her eyes, but tears flowed out.

If others don't stretch their chopsticks, she will eat more slowly.

If anyone stretches out the chopsticks, not only will she eat faster, but she will also act like a beast that protects food, and her aura will become fierce, and the chopsticks in her hands will keep bouncing.

No matter which angle someone shoots from, they will always be bounced off by her accurately, without exception.

"Strange, what's going on?" Zhan Yuansheng couldn't help looking at Lin Fang, "Lin Chef, Miss Qi, is she all right?"

"What could it be?" Lin Fang chuckled and shook his head, "People must be fine, maybe there are too many 'emotions' in this dish, so she can't come out. It will be fine in a while. This dish will be fine. Just leave it to Ruizhu to enjoy it alone, and we'll be fine if we eat other things."

As he said that, he stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece of longan with salty burnt white.

Sure enough, when Lin Fang moved to other dishes, Qi Ruizhu ignored his actions as if he didn't see it.

Others also tried to sandwich the longan salty and white, and they all sandwiched it into their own bowls.

Some people didn't believe in evil, and tried to pinch the "steamed crispy meat" guarded by Qi Ruizhu again, but they were immediately counterattacked. The chopsticks were bounced straight out and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Snapped!

"Xiao Hei! What are you doing?" Big Mao couldn't hold back, and slapped Xiao Hei on the back of his head again.

Everyone else is good at adding other dishes, but this guy has no brains, so he has to add "steamed crispy pork".

"I didn't do anything... I... I just wanted to see if Sister Zhu could look at me... My boss, I was wrong!" Xiao Hei said with a guilty conscience, he was not afraid of Da Mao hitting him, he was only afraid of Lin Let go of him.

"Curiosity is always inevitable. Da Mao has beaten you, so I won't scold you."

Lin Fang could see that the power of the eleven dishes he cooked in one go was obviously much stronger than the power of the two dishes, "Chenpi Chicken" and "Kung Pao Chicken", which he cooked separately.

When Zhan Yuansheng and Lu Wanqiu experienced "regret" and "missing", they were not so strong.

Today's Qi Ruizhu has already started to protect her food, and she won't let others use chopsticks at all.

Fortunately, she only protects the "steamed crispy pork" dish, and she doesn't care about other dishes.

Otherwise, I'm afraid everyone at the table can only stare, unless Qi Ruizhu returns to normal.

"Longan salty roasted white" and "salted roasted white" are theoretically the complete body of "salted roasted white" and are the same dish, but in fact, the difference is quite big.

"Xian Rou Bai" is closer to "Meicai buckwheat", and "Longan Xian Rou Bai" is closer to "Fen Steamed Pork".

The side dishes of "Xian Shao Bai" are sprouts, but the side dishes of "Longan Xian Shao Bai" are sweet potatoes and glutinous rice.

Everyone grabbed the "Longan Salted Boiled White", except for Lu Wanqiu~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the others were all the tube-shaped pork belly, only Lu Wanqiu put a piece of sweet potato in his mouth.

The soft and glutinous pork belly melts in the mouth, leaving only a little flocculent lean meat on the tip of the tongue.

You don't even need to bite with your teeth, just squeeze your tongue a little harder, and the flocculent lean meat will spread out again and turn into another strong fragrance.

After eating such pork belly, everyone's face showed a satisfied expression.

Only Lu Wanqiu, she ate the sweet potato, but there was a hint of regret on her face.

The soft, glutinous and sweet sweet potatoes are stained with fresh and salty gravy, and the thick sweetness is wrapped with a trace of fresh and salty, but it is even more sweet with the fresh and salty contrast.

At first, what Lu Wanqiu felt was such a wonderful thing, but what she smelled in her nose was "incomplete".

Only then did she suddenly realize that this dish was not eaten like this.

Glutinous rice, sweet potatoes, and pork belly must be eaten together to truly enjoy the beauty of this dish.

Even if it is a little bit, it is incomplete and incomplete.

After realizing this, Lu Wanqiu hurriedly stretched out her chopsticks again, took a piece of cylindrical pork belly, sweet potato, and glutinous rice, and piled them all in a spoon. She tried her best to open her mouth and put the spoon into her mouth. Put all three foods together in your mouth.

That's right!

It's the taste!

Salty, sweet, elastic, waxy, from taste to taste, all of them have reached the ultimate unity at this moment.

Lu Wanqiu almost hummed in satisfaction.

What a cool word.

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