Chapter 230： Hungry dream

It's dark, it's dawn, and then it's afternoon again.

The weather after the autumn festival still doesn't mean cooler, it's extremely hot and stuffy.

As the saying goes, spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking and summer is nap. Well, there will be a hibernation behind.

Xiao Wu's sci-fi-style cabin does not have the luxurious configuration of air conditioning. He fell on the rocking chair and sweated wildly with a look of decay. After a while, he stared at him.

In his sleep, he was walking in the endless desert, the air was distorted by the heat, and he was struggling with lead pouring under his feet, and there was a burst of protest and roar in his abdomen.

Xiao Wu knelt down with a puff, hot yellow sand covered his legs, stinging and hurting his life.

All energy and stamina also turned into nothingness with the hunger. Xiao Wu could see that his skin was a little dry and his muscles were shrinking. The whole figure was like a rickety prawn, and the water was leaving him at an astonishing speed. .

Soon, he may become a mummy, displayed in the sand dunes for hundreds of years.

Once people are hungry, the whole world is full of gray despair.

His eyes gradually darkened, looking at his withered body, the last point of consciousness was,

"I smell the scent of dried meat..."

Xiao Wu suddenly woke up and shouted.

The two bodyguards quickly rushed into the hut, "What's wrong, Researcher Wu?"

Xiao Wu was sweating coldly, and the feeling in his dream was really terrifying.

Xiao Wu jumped up suddenly, "I'm hungry, starved to death..."

The two bodyguards were speechless, "Let's cook."

Xiao Wu was agitated, "No, no, I'll do it."

Let the two of you cook, isn’t that scarier than a nightmare?

Xiao Wu rolled up his sleeves, "I'm coming!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, he vigorously bought all kinds of seasonings from Xiaoguan from the "big sister" he needed to look up to. They were all dressed up in a 300ML standard anti-corrosion beaker, and he picked a particularly plump guinea fowl.

Xiao Wu threw the lively guinea fowl on the ground and said to the bodyguard,

"Ten minutes for you to take care of this chicken."

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and the employer had spoken, let's get to work!

In less than five minutes, the guinea fowl became a headless white-striped chicken, lying in front of Xiao Wu honestly.

Xiao Wu solemnly faced the two rows of test tube racks, on which were neatly stacked 15*150 standard outer diameter small test tubes, but it was filled with various seasonings.

He is making final preparations,

"2.5ML edible salt, 15ML soy sauce...well, that's right, that's what it says in the book."

Xiao Wu leaned on the table and used a plastic dropper to drop the last drop of soy sauce into the test tube, his sight parallel to the lowest part of the concave liquid surface.

"Tick."

Xiao Wu made a fist, more excited than the success of a certain experimental project, and whispered.

"Finish!"

Strictly upholding the scientific principle that the liquid in the test tube does not exceed one-half of the total volume, he had to divide the soy sauce into two test tubes. Although not perfectly symmetrical, it was already very satisfactory.

The two bodyguards were sweating coldly. After this meal, they won’t explode on the spot, right?

What things have been installed in the test tubes by Researcher Wu before?

Source crystal solvent, nitroglycerin, soft crystal powder, various extremely unstable catalysts, living corpse flesh and blood...

Oh, this is fine.

Judging by the degree of enthusiasm of the researcher Wu, our brothers and sisters are afraid that they will not be able to escape the fate of the mice. Thinking about it, there is a feeling of silence in advance.

Xiao Wu took the green onion, **** and garlic, smashed it with a stone hammer several times, put it into a bowl, and took the test tube rack, waving his hand proudly.

"go!"

The three set up a small fire outside, and the duo of bodyguards were responsible for cutting the chicken into small pieces.

Xiao Wu wears a full-face gas mask to prevent the grease from splashing at high temperatures.

"Hula."

The green onion, ginger, garlic and chicken are put into the pot, grilled a few times, poured into the test tube in order of various seasonings, added water, and covered the pot. At this time, the advantages of operating precision instruments all year round are reflected.

Xiao Wu's movements are not affected by any external conditions such as high temperature, flames, hot oil, sunlight and wind speed. He is not confused and hands are not shaken, and his movements are organized in one go. Strictly uphold the professional ethics of a scientific researcher, be sure to ensure Experiment...Ahem, great success of the dishes.

Xiao Wu's professional posture was dazzled by the two bodyguards, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, although this tool was a bit scary, watching Wu Ke's movements are still very skilled.

Could it be that our brothers set a false alarm?

Take out the three-channel timer from the pocket of the white coat and wait patiently.

As soon as you enter the throat, it is as deep as the sea.

The meaning of this sentence is that all the dishes that you can eat are made like the sea. It is vast and endless, and the craftsmanship does not necessarily make it into the room.

Our researcher Wu has already felt the extraordinary pleasure brought to him by cooking, which is really interesting.

Forty-five minutes, Xiao Wu gave an order,

"Fire out, boil the pot!"

"okay!"

The two bodyguards agreed quickly, and the action was equally simple, removing the pot from the fire.

When the pot opened, what appeared in front of the three of them was a very strange, dark sticky object.

Xiao Wu took the illustrated cookbook and compared it with the contents of the pot.

Little White Mouse One goes online, "Um, Wu Ke, this... a pile of stuff, doesn't it look like braised chicken nuggets?"

Xiao Wu frowned,

"Well, the color is a bit wrong. Could it be that there is any incredible chemical reaction between ordinary oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that affects the physical shape, including color and smell? What's the matter with this sulphur smell? It's sticky. How did the unknown liquid appear? Behind all this, is it a blind spot of science or human factors?"

"..."

"Well, there must be no problem with my operation, maybe... it's kitchenware... yeah!"

"I strictly follow the steps and vectors to operate, so it will be explained...to start the meal!"

The three of them held chopsticks, hesitating and wandering.

"Little white mouse...cough cough, what's the last name of this bodyguard brother?"

Why is there a sudden inexplicable chill?

"Wu...Wu Ke, Menggui's surname is Jin, Jin Dazhou."

"Well, Brother Jin, please ask first."

Jin Dazhou trembled and picked up a piece of carbon, frowned and placed it in his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

It is indescribable and indescribable, and it has an explosive taste.

"How?"

Wu Ke and Little White Mouse One asked nervously.

"Water...water..."

Moaning tone.

At this time,

"Boom, boom!"

The pangolin honked its whistle and roared and drove into the courtyard, followed by the very pink motorcycle.

Xiao Wu dropped his chopsticks, rushed up and yelled,

"I want a salt-baked chicken, a pork blood soup, and a lite version of Buryat steamed buns!"

Jin Dazhou looked dazed and dazed.

White Mouse One patted Jin Dazhou on the shoulder, sighing and quickly fleeing from the scene of the crime, like a rabbit being chased by a dog.

Jin Dazhou opened his numb mouth, greeted vaguely but sincerely,

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