Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 34

"Extraction: Fried rice with soy sauce (LV1~LV5~LV10)."

"Note 1: This is a bowl of fried rice for beginners (LV1),
In the mouths of sentient beings, you can taste the ups and downs of life and the mixed flavors of emotions (LV5).

——One of the "delicacy in memory". "

"Note 2:

The fried rice that is full of joy and learning for the living is sadly offered before the death of the spirit card.

Woo hoo, words are limited but love cannot end,
Do you know that it is evil?Is it evil if I don't know?
Woah!Enjoy.

——When LV10 is used as a sacrifice, the dead are ecstatic, it is a peerless delicacy that the living will never taste.

——One of [Eight Treasures of Shangxian]. "

Liu Li looks up, looks down, looks left, looks right,
I just feel that it's off a big spectrum.

Double-click the extraction of 666, and a fried rice with soy sauce is extracted, can you believe it?
It also comes with a bunch of special effects, can you believe it?

Special effects are special effects, can you believe it if it is a suit or a suit?
Shocked, Liu Li took another look at ruffian Mei lying on the funeral table, and felt that she was shining brightly from head to toe.

I was wrong, I was really wrong,
I shouldn't underestimate you.

Where is this little Internet celebrity?

It turns out that what the lsp said is correct.

You are simply a living Bodhisattva!
For a moment, Liu Li couldn't tell whether it was the ruffian who was born to be awesome and just went the wrong way, or the system was so awesome that he bleeds a lot for her first extraction?
Well, rounding up is just my bullshit.

Before Liu Li had time to raise her tail, the raging waves of ruffian beauty's memories of fried rice with soy sauce overwhelmed her...

……

When ruffian beauty was young, ruffian father, who was the chef of the fly restaurant, always made her a bowl of fried rice with soy sauce on her birthday, when she was happy, when she was sad....

In the heart of the little ruffian, that is the most delicious thing in the world.

16-year-old ruffian Mei dropped out of school in Xihu City to earn a living, sold clothes honestly, went to drink with absurdity, called home once a week, ruffian father always said that he would go home when he was tired, and his father would make his favorite for you Fried rice with soy sauce.

Ruffian Mei hasn’t been able to go back for two years, and every time she thinks about it, she will be interrupted by other things. When she gets homesick, she will cook a bowl of fried rice with soy sauce. When I got home, I made a bowl for my father, just like my ruffian father made for her when I was a child.

Later, she started to get in touch with live broadcasts, started to have fans, started to earn a little money, and called home less and less, from once a week to once a month.Although every time the ruffian father still cheerfully said that he would go home when he was tired, his father would cook your favorite fried rice with soy sauce.

At the age of 18, ruffian beauty was called home by ruffian mother. She walked into the house with big bags and small bags for her parents, but what she saw was ruffian mother's eyes swollen from crying, and lying quietly in the ice coffin The ruffian father who waited for her to come home.

Liver cancer, just 15 days, passed away.

Ruffian Mei didn't even have time to see Ruffian's father for the last time.

After finishing the funeral in numbness, Ruffian Mei walked into the kitchen silently and cooked a bowl of fried rice with soy sauce.

It has never been so fragrant, like the taste in memory.

Ruffian Mei offered fried rice with soy sauce in front of ruffian father's spiritual tablet, and ruffian father in the posthumous photo still looked cheerful, as if saying:

It was so delicious fried.

……

"This……"

Liu Li was at a loss for words for a while, rubbing her eyes, feeling like crying.

"Really, who is not a baby?"

Liu Li misses her hard-working vegetable grower a little bit, just because of the father who my treasure loves to eat.

At the same time, she finally understood the meaning of the two "notes" that were originally surrounded by clouds and fog.

Fried rice with soy sauce (LV1), is the real level of ruffian beauty. Compared with yoga, she is obviously a stickler in cooking.

Fried rice with soy sauce (LV5), is ruffian beauty's remorse and affection, poured into the first and last bowl of fried rice I made for my father.

Fried rice with soy sauce (LV10) is the pride, expectation, touch and love of the dead father for his daughter. The bowl of fried rice enshrined in front of the spiritual tablet is the best sacrifice in the world to him.

Liu Li summed it up in her heart:
"As long as it is not cold-blooded and ruthless, but sentient beings, then what you eat will be at the level of LV5, and it will be the delicacy in your memory."

"If it is offered to the dead, it is the best sacrifice, and it is one of the eight treasures."

Liu Li sighed, picked up Lingnai, and ordered: "Sell the ruffian with the best things."

"Oh oh ok."

"Sister Liuli, where are you going?"

"Kitchen, cook."

Liu Li waved her hand and walked out of the funeral room.

After all of them left, Rena recovered from the shock.

"Nani (Nani)?"

Linnai's hometown words came out, "What, what? What did Sister Liuli just say?"

Xiao Jiu also looked skeptical about life: "The boss said he was going to cook..."

The baby raised her hand timidly: "Then... can I eat it?"

While she was busy, Yuner joined in to complain about the boss: "Xiba, definitely not, the boss can even cook the dried noodles half burnt and half undercooked."

"Hey……"

The four little secretaries sighed in unison.

They can already imagine the tormented scenes of pinching their noses and praising the delicious food while gagging.

Part-time work is so difficult.

……

Liu Li didn't know that there were complaints and resentments chasing after her butt. She walked into the kitchen and started to make the first fried rice with soy sauce in her life.

At the beginning, the movements were still very rusty, but later it seemed that the muscle memory that had been done thousands of times was revived and became proficient.

First cut the pork belly and shiitake mushrooms, stir-fry in the pan, the dark soy sauce is colored, the cooking wine removes the fishy smell, and pour it out for later use;

Crack an egg into the steamed rice and mix evenly, so that the rice can be fried with distinct grains;
Then fry the rice, fry the dry rice until it dances in the pot, turn off the heat, add dark soy sauce, pepper, add the fried pork belly, and finally sprinkle chopped green onion out of the pot.

Three under five divided by two,
Soy sauce fried rice out of the pan.

Liu Li took a deep breath, her face full of intoxication, her saliva was crazily secreted, and she put it on the plate decisively, eating first.

Woo!
good to eat!

When Liu Li came back to his senses, a plate of rice was clean, and the plate was as smooth and clean as if it had been licked by a dog, the kind that flies would split their forks when they fell.

Uh……

Liu Li sent out a soul torture: "Did I lick the plate just now?"

The next second, she felt a little cool on her face, and wiped it with the back of her hand, but she didn't know when tears shed.

"It can make people lick their plates and eat fried rice with soy sauce until they cry."

"I made it!"

Liu Li glanced at the time. It was almost time for lunch. She took a bowl of fried rice with soy sauce and went back to the funeral room.

In the funeral room, Yun'er's work has also temporarily come to an end, and she is cleaning up cosmetics and tools with several other little secretaries.

Liu Li came in with fried rice, walked straight to the side of ruffian beauty's body, placed the fried rice on the funeral table, lit a stick of incense and inserted it.

"Let's eat, your favorite fried rice with soy sauce."

After Liu Li finished speaking, she waved her hand:

"Linnai, go ask ruffian mom to come and eat."

"Let's go, try your boss's craft."

Liu Li was so arrogant and coquettish as a big white goose that caught someone in its mouth, walking in the front, followed by the dejected fourth secretary...

　Anyone dare to follow suit?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)