Collectors in Food Captives

Chapter 411
What is wrapped in the vegetable leaves is not some luxurious food, but the simplest...fried rice?
The golden rice grains are shiny, with the unique golden color of fat, and the aroma is very strong!Moreover, each grain of rice is round and milky white like pearls. If you don't look carefully, you may think it is just a pearl.

Mo Lao picked up a grain of pearl rice and looked it up in the sun: "It's really good rice!"

Gently squeezed, it is a little elastic, as if it contains part of the protein.

Moreover, from the wafting aroma, Mo Lao dared to conclude that the food grade of this rice is by no means lower than the twelfth grade. Judging by the appearance, the market price is at least 110 Baileys per kilogram.

This is a month's salary for an ordinary young adult!
"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. This time the refugees are blessed, and can eat dishes made with this level of ingredients."

Zhang Wei almost laughed out loud, this is not a high-end ingredient, it is clearly the ordinary rock rice in the rice desert, but... this is a perfect replica of the treasure.

And the price of real rock rice will not exceed 1.5 pele.

The price difference between the two is nearly a hundred times!
At this time, more and more refugees gathered around, looking at the huge rice pot with eager expressions.

"Don't worry, everyone has a share!"

As he spoke, Zhang Wei pulled the iron chain with his hands, and the steam sprayed out the vegetable buns one by one, and suddenly the sky seemed to be raining green!
The victims were immediately moved to salivate!
Hungry mothers know to open it for their children first, and many old men and women can't wait to put more in their mouths!
The aroma of rice wafted over the plain, and the sound of gobbling and chewing was everywhere!

Fragrant!
So delicious!
Why is it so delicious, it feels like my tongue is swallowing it!

"This... This fried rice is more delicious than any food I have ever eaten!" An old man said excitedly.

The old man has a goatee, well-dressed, even if he is hungry, his hair is not messy at all, and he still has the unique temperament of old-fashioned, high-ranking, and pedantic.

It seems to be some kind of clan elder, and everyone around him respects him very much, but this kind of status person still praises Zhang Wei's cooking full of praise.

Obviously, Zhang Wei did not slack on quality because of quantity.

The clan elder bowed: "I am the fourth-generation ancestor of Haiyu Zhaojia Village. You saved my clan like a god, let alone hundreds of thousands of people! Please accept my worship!"

As he spoke, the old man fell to his knees tremblingly, about to kowtow.

Just as Zhang Wei wanted to stop him, everyone around him knelt down.

"This... Forget it, eat quickly, don't care about these vain gifts, take some on the road after you are full, there will be other refugees coming later."

As soon as they talked about eating, everyone swallowed another sip of water, and after praying again, they immediately picked up the fried rice buns and started to eat wildly.

"Hmm! This fried rice has plenty of ingredients!"

"Yeah, it's not just rice, I also ate three pieces of fat and tender pork belly, which complemented the preserved vegetables in the fried rice!"

"No, mine is obviously ham and eggs, but the ham is special starchy ham, which has a particularly bouncy texture!"

"It's not bad for me. Five big pieces of Dongpo meat, one bite of oil and water, it's delicious."

Fried Rice with Shredded Pork and Omelette...

Lamb Fried Rice with Onions...

Cumin beef and sheep fried rice...

Pan-fried pork belly fried rice...

Green Pepper Bullfrog Fried Rice…

Red Meat Rice with Eel Sauce...

Everyone's eyes are wide open, and the corners of their mouths are full of golden grease...

Seeing the hot eyes, Mr. Mo fetched dozens of meatballs on the spot to satisfy his appetite.

But as he ate, he couldn't help frowning.

"This food is very average."

(End of this chapter)