The dreamy horse racing girl and the real me

Looking at the soup in the bowl.

A trace of heat mixed in the air, savored bit by bit by Wu Feng.

In the soup, it has a golden color, the fragrance of old soup floats on the surface of the soup, and there are still little oil beads.

What can be seen is red dates and wolfberry, but what cannot be seen or smelled, and Wu Feng could often smell the medicinal smell of Codonopsis and Huang's in his previous life.

After one bite, it tastes like old hens.

"It's so fragrant. It must be stewed by the old hen."

This kind of old hen is extremely difficult to buy in places like Kyoto where there are no chicken farms and there are a large number of housewives.

You have to go to the market that has just opened early in the morning to buy it.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wu Feng blew gently and pursed his lips.

I've probably tasted this taste myself.

Goofing around on street corners, passing under the windows of noisy neighbors.

The big yellow dog picked up at the door stuck out his tongue and looked at the little kid who came out of the alley with his mouth bare buttocks.

Suddenly he gasped twice, probably because he discovered that his little master was dirty again.

If you don't keep it together, you'll get spanked again.

The little kid smelled the smell and ran back to his home.

Dad was sitting under the Taishi's chair, shaking his fan and talking to his mother.

Seeing myself coming back, my father and the kitchen shouted.

"Damn it, the baby is back."

Mom took out a bowl of soup from inside, and placed the bowl of soup in front of her from morning to afternoon.

Well, that's right, except when you were a child, there would be someone willing to spend hours simmering this bowl of soup. Who else would be willing to cook this bowl of soup for you after leaving home?

Outside, I eat a big bowl of rice from the canteen and enjoy a fast-paced life.

After eating KFC over and over again, Wallace no longer liked eating these, but 15 minutes was already the limit of what he could do.

Even if you take a rare break, you will have barbecue, steak, pizza, and other exciting food, and drink beer, liquor, and Coke.

Anyway, red dates and wolfberry will only exist as a joke.

Looking at the bowl of soup in his hand.

"A good old hen soup is preferably an old hen that is two years old. It has been bled and feathered for several hours. It has just been simmered on the stove and the greasiness that has just appeared must be carefully removed."

"The heat should not be too intense. If it is too intense, the oil will be locked on the chicken and the soup will be bad."

"It can't be too small. If you laugh, the chicken will be old and the chicken will not taste good."

Each of these requirements requires a person to completely surrender his body and mind to this bowl of soup.

Wanderers outside are not willing to take care of themselves, let alone others.

Even a little bit of time is his precious rest time. How can a guy who refuses to cook stop to make a good pot of soup?

I have the impression that this is a place where you can drink this soup.

Grandma has a secret recipe for making soup. Whenever her grandson comes back, she makes a pot of soup and kills a chicken.

And my mother always learns how to make this bowl of soup in various ways and serves it to her husband and children.

Then sitting in the house, the father watched the 72 tenants, the foreign wife and the local man drinking soup.

Mother held the soup and persuaded herself to take another sip and another sip.

However, no one asked the wanderers out there if they wanted a bowl of soup.

There are no more of those people.

Xiaowan looked at Wu Feng, who was swallowing one mouthful at a time, and drank bowl after bowl.

"Drink slowly, there will be plenty."

Xiaowan looked at Wu Feng's red eyes.

"What's wrong? Isn't it done well?" Xiaowan took a bite himself.

"Well, it's not as delicious as my grandma's. What's wrong with it?"

Dimly, Wu Feng saw the woman at the table carefully feeding her child mouthfuls of soup.

The man next to me was watching TV and talking about the future.

"Is it too salty?" The woman closed her eyes when she saw that she was drunk, and leaned over to look at herself.

"No, no, it tastes just right, just right." Wu Feng said softly.

"It's good to drink soup at home, it's good."

Chapter 64 I suddenly want to eat egg fried rice

A bowl of soup, no matter how much it is cooked and how delicious it is, must be finished.

"Drink slowly, there's plenty more."

For Xiao Haiwan, being able to watch Wu Feng gulp down the soup he made was a joy.

As a result, Wu Feng, who was lying on the floor and touching his belly, felt the warmth spreading throughout his body and his belly that felt like it was about to explode.

"tasty?"

"Delicious!"

"Then I'll do it for you next time."

Xiaowan collected all the dishes and put them in the sink.

"Are you full? If not, I'll make you something else."

"I'm full, I'm full."

I felt like my stomach was reminding me that it would be rude to stuff it in any more.

"I feel like my fighting spirit is rising now!"

Today's young people can risk their lives with just one shot of chicken blood.

He wandered to his desk and looked at the information he had been pouring over all night.

"No, it's not enough!"

These things will definitely be no problem to deal with the old man.

However, this is a weapon to write for the story in which you will be the protagonist.

So, try a little harder.

My current self is super strong!

Sitting on the chair, Wu Feng slowly exhaled.

He himself is also called a genius.

Xiaowan finished washing the dishes and tidying up everything, then wiped his hands and walked into the room.

"Torena-san, there are still holidays, why don't we."

"what happened?"

Xiaowan walked to Wu Feng and looked at the video shown on the other party's screen.

After thinking about it, he said.

"It's nothing."

"Oh."

Watching Xiao Haiwan leave, Wu Feggang wanted to turn his head and continue writing hard.

After all, fighting spirit is a rare thing. If you don't grasp it well, you will waste your fighting spirit.

The first version next to it took me three days. Taking advantage of this momentum and my own efforts, I should be able to finish it in two days.

Just in time, before the holiday is over, I can completely solve it, worthy of myself.

Perfect use of all time.

Looking back, I suddenly saw an amusement park flyer on the side.

Tsk, no, how can you think about having fun at this time?

Wu Feng, Wu Feng, why have you become such a lazy guy?

I have fighting spirit in my heart and sufficient knowledge reserves in my mind.

There is also a previous version of myself in my mind.

Take out the areas that seem to be good enough and refine them carefully.

Continuously deduce higher possibilities.

The brain is shaking and the soul is resonating.

Only at this moment, feeling the handy feeling in his body, Wu Feng discovered that he could do this.

The undo key on the computer is the most common and most commonly used key. Crossing out all deductions with a horizontal line is the most common and simple behavior.

But no problem, totally fine.

No need to undo, no need to cross out, wholeheartedly.

"Wu Feng, you know better than anyone else how to do things the fastest and most efficiently. This may be because you like fishing, but this talent is not just for fishing."

The old man’s words always come at the right time.

It seems that I still have a little bit of talent.

So, come on, brother Wu Feng.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a bowl of egg fried rice was placed next to Wu Feng.

Smelling the smell, Wu Feng realized that after devoting himself wholeheartedly, he was so hungry that he almost turned into that terrifying zombie.

That's the one.

I just fucking jumped on the table.

Thomas did a 360-degree spin to sweep a circle of vegetables, then pounced on the leader and bit him over. His colleagues couldn't even think of running away, they ate them all. I'm a super special zombie that eats, eats, eats, eats, eats!

Wu Feng was so hungry that he couldn't think too much and ate in big mouthfuls.

This is the most enjoyable feeling when eating fried rice.

When eating noodles, you need to suck hard, and when eating fried rice, you need to chew heavily.

However, while eating, Wu Feng looked at the time.

It was already the afternoon of the day.

The day is about to end.

The rare vacation is coming to an end.

There is always something wrong.

In the past May holidays, I would take my sister out to play.

He said that he wanted to leave each other with beautiful memories every May.

Suddenly I realized that it was me who cherished every beautiful memory.

Do you want to spend the vacation in the little bay in front of you and your own vacation in your own small dormitory?

"what happened?"

"No, nothing."