Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 302 Let me be a full-fledged ghost
Day two.

In the open square to the east of Xicun, in the middle of the day, the sun was clear and weak, and there were only a few scattered white clouds floating in the sky.

In the north in mid-March, even at noon, the wind is still cold.

But at this moment, everyone was beaming and staying in the soil square, each holding a bowl and smilingly looking at the cauldron in the center of the square.

“Good wok”

“Very fragrant pot”

A child riding on his father's neck pointed to the steaming big iron pan in the middle, which exuded a strong smell of meat, dripping saliva and dripping down on his father's head.

And his father didn't even notice that he had 'wet hair'. His thick hair blocked his son's attack, so he didn't notice that this sturdy man was also grunting at this time, rubbing his hands, and keeping his eyes straight Looking at the cauldron.

That shocking cauldron.

The cauldron at the east end of the village is the largest cauldron the villagers in Xicun have ever seen. Standing in it, one person can roll around easily, and even several people can take a bath in it, which feels spacious.

At this time, the pot is full of meat, all of which are meat, each piece is distinct, red, shiny, and trembling light red meat, with the boiling pot of soup, the unique heavy aroma of meat is emitted from the pot When it opened, it was mixed with the unique turbid fragrance of meat oil, spreading out overwhelmingly.

At least five pigs were cooked in this cauldron, with more than [-] kilograms of meat.

Stirring the meat in the pot vigorously with a big wooden ladle, the strongest men in Xicun muttered to themselves.

On the other side, it was a steamer made by the carpenter in the village overnight. It was also unprecedented, and it was the biggest steamer the villagers had ever seen. The steamer was taller and wider than three people, the steaming flames were burning under the steamer, and the billowing steam came out from the steamer lid.

The few people in charge of the fire looked at the roaring fire and the billowing steam, and were amazed in their hearts. This steamer contained at least a thousand catties of rice.

There is only one steamer and one big pot here.

Looking at the momentum, I will have lunch at noon today
Big meat bowl with rice!
Meat and rice are one-to-one rice bowls, highlighting that one portion is sufficient.

gurgling gurgling...
At the east end of the village, everyone was holding a huge bowl, looking at the hot meat in the pot with burning eyes, rolling their throats desperately, most of them were drooling all over the place, but they didn't realize it. Just staring at the cauldron obsessively.

What kind of meat is in the pot? Most of them have already tasted it yesterday. It is canned meat with a lot of good seasonings. It contains peppers, green onions, garlic, high-quality soy sauce, and cooking wine. The meat produced is extremely delicious, even more delicious than the meat of the Chinese New Year.

"Don't be too anxious, there is still half an hour to cook?"

The old village head stood in the front row, shouting at the top of his voice, but he himself kept grunting.

"Village Chief, you'd better take a break, save some energy and eat more later, haha..."

A strong man laughed at the village chief.

This time, the big pot has enough food to feed everyone in the village, so naturally no one will grab it.At this moment, including more than 200 guerrillas, they are all waiting eagerly.Waiting for this pot of big meat and rice to come out of the pot.

Of course, there are two waves of exceptions.

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"vomit····"

"It makes me want to vomit when I smell it"

To the west of Xicun, it is far away from Dongcuntou, but you can still vaguely smell the familiar smell of canned meat. For this reason, they had to move west many times, and they all retreated to 300 meters from the west of the village. Doomed.

The smell of the canned food cooked in the big pot was too strong, and Wang He and his dozen of them had to hide far away.

It's not that food is not rare. To be honest, if you are hungry, you can eat it with relish, but the problem is that it is very difficult to be hungry now.

“Still the egg pancakes are delicious”

After speaking, he licked his lips and looked at a small frying pan, a clay pot, and a small steamer in front of him.

Egg pancakes are being fried in a frying pan, a native chicken is steaming in a clay pot, and rice is in a steamer.

The omelette fried in lard is so delicious that it is indescribable. As the best fat, lard has a special fragrance. When I was a child, I could eat lard bibimbap with relish, not to mention the fresh aroma of eggs and flour added now.

At this moment, Wang He, a college student, didn't think about the deliciousness of fried eggs in lard at all. He knew very well what kind of goods his subordinates were.

"Captain, the village head came over to us, he seems to want to ask you for something..."

There was a sizzling sound in the frying pan, one of his subordinates wrapped in a turban, the team member suddenly pointed to the distance and said.

"Stop talking nonsense to me, trying to divert my attention? There is no door"

Wang He raised his eyebrows, ignored his subordinates, stared at the frying pan with burning eyes, and the chopsticks between his fingers began to spin at high speed.His whole body was tense.Ready to go.

"All right··"

The soldier in charge of the pancake said softly, and then five pairs of fast sons flew towards the pancake...

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On the west side of the village, the wind in the village is blowing from east to west at this time, which means that the west end of the village is the place with the strongest fragrance.

There are two wooden pillars erected here at the west end of the village, and two people are tied to the pillars, a muddy man with a middle part, and a scruffy man with a bald head.The two were tied tightly, and in front of them, a guerrilla was squatting on the ground facing a big bowl...

The chopsticks moved quickly, the cheeks bulged, and the pieces of meat in the bowl quickly disappeared...

"Master, brother, let me be a full ghost..."

The bald and sloppy man couldn't bear it any longer. He gulped his saliva and kept inhaling the scent in the air. As a person who hasn't eaten well for a month and hasn't eaten for three days, looking at other people Eating meat in front of your eyes and smelling the aroma in the air is nothing short of torture.

You might as well just shoot him dead.

In ancient times, death row prisoners gave people a last full meal!

This group of guerrillas doesn't beat or curse people, but what they do is even more vicious than the ghosts of the eighteenth floor of hell...

"Oh, then go and eat by yourself, your former brothers are also eating now."

The guerrilla members didn't even raise their heads, just go ahead and pick up their chopsticks.

"Ah, then untie it for me first, I will never run away this time." The bald man was overjoyed, the guerrilla team was really a good guy, a lot of good guys.

Look for a chance to slip away when you are full.he thought to himself.

"That's not okay." Gulu chewed the meat in his mouth. The guerrillas glanced at the bald man, and then at the unlovely middle-segmented man, waved his hands, and then continued to lower their heads and pull the chopsticks.

The bald, sloppy traitor was taken aback for a moment, and then panicked, "Then how should I eat?"

The "Dream Eat" team members raised their heads, looked at them, grinned, and ran towards the East Square with an empty bowl.

He actually came to eat in front of the two on purpose.Because he found that eating here is the most delicious.

(End of this chapter)