Collectors in Food Captives

Chapter 410 Zhang Wei's Cooking

"A burning teapot? Am I hallucinating?"

"But this teapot is too big!"

In the distance, a clay pot was slowly moving towards the victims. The size of the pot was the same as that of a sports field, and there was a burning flame under the pot.

"I must be hallucinating from hunger."

At this time, Zhang Wei moved slowly holding the huge earthen pot. The flames emanating from his body were the endless fire of the Treasure Hall, which was used to maintain the temperature of domestic food after leaving the fiber volcano.

Holding a multi-million-ton pot in one hand, Zhang Wei said to Mo Lao who was beside him, "I'm just asking you to spread the word."

"Well...for the sake of friends, yes."

Talking, Mr. Mo splashed ink, and a large number of words floated in the sky.

To put it simply: there is food, no money, no crowding, everyone has a share...

Mr. Mo used all his strength to match the text with the pronunciation of dozens of miles, so that everyone can understand it.

Dig a big hole in the ground, fill it with coal and firewood made of magic pea vines, and put the clay pot on it.

Zhang Wei's specially made pottery pot is a pressure cooker, similar in shape to a teapot. The white steam brings a strong fragrance, which permeates the refugees in a blink of an eye.

In fact, there is no need for Mo Lao's words, this beautiful smell is enough to make the disaster victims gather subconsciously.

Mo Lao looked at the clay pot and said, "What surprise did you prepare for me this time? You always surprise me every time. Is it tea? Milk tea to satisfy my hunger?"

Zhang Wei smiled and shook his head.

Pull several thick and heavy iron chains from the mouth of the teapot, which is equivalent to the controller of a pottery pot. With a light pull, the sealed position of the teapot spout pops open, and more than a dozen pink balls with white steam are sprayed out!

"This is……"

"ball!"

With a wave of his hand, Mo Lao sucked a ball into his hand, and it was not as hot as expected, only half the size of a basketball.

It is creamy in the hand, it seems to be wrapped in soup.

"This is... the steam is swollen, but why doesn't it feel hot?"

Zhang Wei pointed to the thousand-meter-high spout of the kettle and said, "You don't have common sense. With such a high distance and speed, the water on the surface will quickly evaporate and take away the heat."

"surface?"

"That's right, I can't let the food cool down."

Only then did Mr. Mo realize that the so-called meatballs were not worthy of the name. They turned out to be something like lotus leaves, which should have a strong heat-retaining effect.

As for the pink and tender color, it is the residue of the soup, a high-density soup!

So, is this a vegetable stew?
But the victims couldn't get decent tableware at all, and it would be very inconvenient for this kind of wet meatballs.

Mr. Mo went up to lick it, the soup tasted a bit weird.It's delicious, but there's always something wrong with it.

Zhang Wei laughed: "Why, are you so interested in marinade?"

"Brine?"

"Of course, that's just a condiment that shouldn't be eaten."

The general marinade is made of multiple spices, which are continuously boiled.It can provide a unique fragrance to food, but if it is eaten out of thin air, there will only be a strange taste of medicinal materials.

Sure enough, after a while of groping, Mo Lao found the cotton rope binding the vegetable leaves.

This vegetable leaf is not an ordinary item, it is a leaf of ozone grass with a level of 75. During the cooking process, it will continuously release fresh air.

A perfect level of ozone grass can be opened to produce 150 square meters of vegetable leaves, and each vegetable leaf can be sliced ​​into five pieces...

"Use the leaves of the ozone grass to make dishes, and give them to these commoners for free..."

Mo Lao was shocked, and couldn't help but take a look at Zhang Weigao!
On weekdays, it seems that Zhang Wei is the kind of extremely smart egoist who has a paranoid desire for ingredients, but unexpectedly, Zhang Wei is so courageous!
With a light swipe of the fingertip, the cotton thread breaks...

"Oh, it's quite simple!"

(End of this chapter)