As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the sound of "squeak, squeak" boiling oil pouring on the food and bursting. Then a pungent spicy smell pounced out from inside.

"Cough cough..." Everyone near the door coughed.

This was indeed spicy enough, but someone shouted behind him: "Give it to me, I'm not afraid of spicy." Seeing how delicious others eat, no matter how spicy it is, I will eat it first. I feel spicy and drink water. Anyway, I can't wait, and my saliva is almost falling to the ground.

A bowl of bowls of oil splashed noodles with more chili peppers than just now were taken out and distributed to those who were queuing up.

Bored walked to the door and covered his mouth and nose with his hands. Although he was already wearing a mask, he still felt the hot chili smell.

"Cough cough cough!" Xining took the spoon and continued to pour oil on bowls. After the last bowl on the table, tears fell.

Turn around and place the oil pan on the stove, pick up the oil drum, and pour oil into the pan.

Others put a bowl on the table, put the cooked noodles in it, plus vegetables, peppers, and seasonings. The person in charge was helping. They thought they only had bread today, but they didn't expect that they could still eat pasta. As long as there was enough flour, they wouldn't have to worry about the supply truck in the future.

"Cough cough cough..." Xining was almost crying, but she didn't dare to wipe her eyes. She might cry more and more as she wiped her eyes.

He took the oil barrel from her hand with one hand and poured oil into the oil pan.

She turned her head and saw that it was the handsome doctor. She originally thought he was not as good as the world, but she didn't expect she would help.

After pouring the oil, he waited for the oil to boil. Bored put down the oil barrel, took out a mask from his pocket, and helped her put it on. He took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears: "I have an industrial dust mask there, and I'll get it later."

Xining was stunned, not because she was about to stand there, but because the owner of the body reacted... Don't be so unpromising, okay, I have seen so many handsome guys, and there are tens of thousands of times more handsome than him.

Immediately came to her senses, she found an excuse to turn around: "Thank you, I'll look at the oil first, you go out first, the oil smoke here smells a lot."

"Then I'll get it first!" Bolled walked out.

Xining thought about it, took a small pot, put it on the stove, scooped a spoonful of oil from the large pot and buckled it in.

The oil in the small pot started quickly, and when Bolade came with an industrial dust mask, the oil started.

"Squeak~" When the oil was poured into the bowl, the scent of garlic and spicy smell made people's index fingers move.

Xining handed the bowl to Bolade: "You eat first, and you have to take care of the patient after you finish it." Then she continued to look at the oil pan.

Bored looked at the noodles in the bowl and handed a fork next to him: "Doctor Hilde, try it, it's very delicious."

The kitchen is also a major place. Hilde went out with the noodles. The people who were queuing along the way showed envious eyes, and some people were swallowing.

As a doctor, Bolade is very respected, and no one has any objection to him getting the noodles first. After all, it depends on him for those who need rescue.

Bored walked into his room, patiently mixed the noodles with a fork, and fell in love with them in just one bite. The noodles had a strong chew, and the oil and seasoning bloomed with the taste buds of the noodles on their tongue.

One bite after another, each noodle has oil, but after eating it, there is no oil left in the bowl. Bolled also wants to eat a bowl, as for maintaining body shape and keeping healthy, including boiling vegetables...got it!

The noodles are so delicious. Many people want to eat a bowl, but they have to limit them. There are up to three bowls for men and two bowls for women. In this way, if there are not enough bowls, they will put the bowls they have eaten in order, wait until the noodles are ready and hand them in order.

Finally, I could eat it myself. Xining held the bowl and ate with the three people in the kitchen.

I dare not open the door, otherwise someone would stand up with his round belly and look at them with saliva in his mouth. This way, it would be very hard to eat!

The kitchen was full of noodles. Someone knocked in the door and said to the person in charge: "There is news, the car will not come tomorrow!"

That is to say, the supply will not be available tomorrow? Xining rolled her eyes: "It is hard to cook without rice."

The person in charge immediately said: "The flour is enough for half a year."

Xining pulled the corner of her mouth: "Only flour?"

The person in charge said seriously and responsibly: "There are also salt and various seasonings."

That's not OK. You can't eat oil and splash noodles every day, right?

A man next to him said, "We also grow some things here, including onions, ginger, garlic, and everything, and raise chickens and cows."

This is just like the previous base, Xining finally felt a little confident. Otherwise, what can be done with shining flour?

The next day, I ate very little breakfast habits, so I added milk to bread. Mix noodles with scallion oil at noon, potato and egg soup; steamed buns for dinner, tomato and egg flower soup.

On the third day, when Xining planned to continue to add pasta and soup, the supply truck finally came in. Various ingredients could be eaten for three days. So at noon, there was Coke chicken wings and corn cream soup, Babao hot sauce, and beef and potato soup at night.

Time passed little by little, and another week passed peacefully. Bolled protested and said that the people here had gained a lot.

For the first time, Bolade's protest was opposed by everyone. He would rather gain ten pounds than a new chef to cook.

Xining also hopes to cook food. She only needs to spend ten minutes every day to tell the kitchen to process the ingredients, and then go to a remote place to practice special energy. One hour before the meal starts, go and start cooking. After eating, the dishes will be cleaned by other personnel. She can continue practicing special energy.

She has a lot of free time as a cook, and everyone loves her food, so the person in charge of the kitchen naturally lets others do it. The chef is just the master!

Cooking is high-profile, and you can be as low-key as possible. After a week of contact, you can become more and more proficient. A drop of water can be thoughtful, and you can just go east and go east and go west.

With a "bang~", a hole was penetrated by the wooden board in front.

Xining picked up the wooden board, and through the small hole, she could see the view behind the wooden board, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

This was what she used water droplets to penetrate. As long as the water speed was fast enough, it could be used as a weapon. For example, a water knife could be used for surgery with water and cut metal and marble.

After thinking about it, my eyes were facing the water cup next to me, and a drop of water separated from the cup and floated up.

She waved her fingers, and the water droplets flew towards the scrapped machine next to her like bullets. With a "bang~", a hole appeared on it, which was smashed by water.

The machine shell is too thick, so the water does not break through. But at this level, it is enough to break through anyone's skin and muscles...

Mo Ming was very excited: "If there were more, you could beat people into sieve!"

I rolled my eyes and said that as long as it was a murderer, the system would be happy. No, I don’t have to. My sister is gentle, my sister is not violent, and she will not use it unless she has to.

Mo Ming: "Just watch people killing people with metal? You are so kind, let others kill people, and watch yourself?"

Xining: "Oh, it's time, I'm going to prepare lunch!"

Mo Ming: "I will change the topic now."
Chapter completed!