After a while, he pounded Loca with a fork and confirmed that the potatoes were very soft and rotten. Then he took out the few pieces from the pot with steam, put the peeled corn next to it and steamed it on fire, and added some white sugar to taste.
Whether for the federal soldiers or the lost, as long as humans do not enter the next era, sugar will always be an important strategic material. The soldiers and losers in the wild receive very limited sugar from their respective organizations.
Using such critical resources to cook in this wasteland is truly a luxury.
With a faint aroma, Loka put the potatoes he had just cooked into a bowl and kept pounding them on the back of a ceramic spoon with the Flame Empire style until they were all mud-like.
Then he added salt and black pepper purchased from street shops in Binglin City, poured in some vinegar and soy sauce, continued to pound and stir until its appearance was similar to the relics excreted when human stomach discomfort, and then poured them into a plate and placed on the dining table.
This is just an appetizer, or an appetizer.
But when the weak "future" saw the mashed potatoes in such a shape, he was already hungry and was about to eat a big meal, suddenly felt a sense of fullness that was worthy of gratitude.
After all, since entering the Extreme Cold Special Zone, Loca and the "Future" have mostly eaten wilderness style. In addition to eating some animals' bodies occasionally, most of them are temporarily set up fires to bake, or conveniently used military cans.
Today is a rare day of leisure, and the "Lei Page" with a changeable position taught him some methods of cooking dishes by the Fire Empire. Loka hesitated for a few seconds and simply poured half a bag of white sugar into a wok, poured two bowls of water, and started to make the sugar color.
As the oil refined from animal fat is poured in and as Loka continues to stir with a shovel, the burning flames powered by the gas tank continue to inject energy into it, causing the sugar to fade away the white containing the holy light and constantly stain with a red face that looks like blood and fire.
The bubbles and smoke kept churning outward, just like a steam machine that was close to the red temperature when it was running for a long time. The sugar gradually turned into sand, but Loka's movements in his hand did not stop.
At this moment, he had already been immersed in this red fog until the moisture in the pot decreased and continued to stir, countless thin filament-like existences emerged outward with the spatula, becoming as omnipotent as the old gods gave the servants, containing dark red, terrifying, restless, fearful tiny fluffs, or tentacles.
But Loka did not allow these red and burning sugar colors to continue to exist. After all, inexplicably, these stirred patterns have some spiritual connection with the skeleton and death, the raised fog makes him unbearable and reduces his cognitive level.
Moreover, the remaining viscous substances in China are rapidly condensing and becoming harder. As they are pounded randomly, they become more and more similar to the traces after rodents are bitten, or the internal organs scattered all over the ground after large beasts hunt.
Wow!
With a bowl of clear water pouring down, these slightly disgusting and sticky things finally merged with the clear and pure things in a very short time, dispelling the unbearable visual impact, and also bringing a rare fragrance of food.
The soup in the pot is constantly boiling, while Loca is added successively to seasonings such as scallions, ginger, garlic, pepper, salt, etc., as well as chili peppers native to Putoya's colonies in the southwestern mainland.
It is said that the adventure-going warriors of them tried to prove that our world was a sphere, heading west from the port near the Storm Point and exploring for nearly a year.
But in fact, the team of more than one hundred people finally returned only three. They said that they did see and board the brand new continent that had never appeared on the map, but there seemed to be monster dragons living there, and they were also the habitat of old gods and their apostles, filled with darkness and miasma, as well as extremely toxic insects and bacteria, the day was extremely short and dim, and the night was extremely long and weird.
There was nothing else except bringing back some potatoes, peppers and corn seeds given by disciples of the old god Dipse.
However, before his death, the captain who went to the so-called "brand new continent" said that the old gods wanted to eliminate hunger for mankind. After all, humans who died of suffering would have extremely twisted anger and despair, and would breed the power of the dark night.
Now, the darkness in the old god realm is already overwhelmed, and is about to break through the balance and bring heavy disasters. They hope to slow this process from the root.
Listening to the sound of Loka cutting snow rabbit meat into pieces and cooking it in a wok, "Future" closed the book "The Truth of the New World - The True Navigation Record" written by Putoya and placed it under the cleaned pillow.
That's right, all of this is what is mentioned in this book. I recalled the words in it carefully, and whispered softly on the "future" and said with emotion:
"Perhaps, the captain brought back the seeds of high-yield crops without changing the human existence. There is still pain, there is still killing and oppression. The field that humans could never really enter belonged to the old gods, perhaps the suppression of the distorted dark anger and despair efforts to the extreme a few years before the New Yuan Dynasty, and in a normal day, the so-called "reason" was completely lost.
"I remember that the Khitanese people have passed on the proverb, 'When light reaches its peak, darkness will grow, and use ice to extinguish the flames; when darkness controls everything, light will grow, and spend the long night with warmth." The "Intentional Man" crisis is the pain, the total outbreak of helplessness, struggle and death in the power of darkness, but where is the glimmer of light belonging to this long night? Does it really exist?"
Just as the eyes of "future" were gradually staring at the steam steam ahead, Loka just brought two cooked corn cobs. Taking advantage of the difficult-to-cook snow rabbit meat, he sat at the table, picked up the corn and the divided mashed potatoes, and placed it on the table closer to "future", and greeted:
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Don't sigh, 'future', I heard what you said just now. Brother 'Ice Blade' told me that before thinking about all problems, eating a full stomach is the key. When you are hungry, no matter whether it is light or dark, if you have food, it is the blessing of the goddess of light."
"I heard what you said..." "The Future" held his chin and thought:
"It seems that's true."
"So, don't think too much. Since you have the opportunity to have a good rest, eat something and maintain your health. Last night, Ice Blade and several other brothers and sisters in our "Chaos Group" told me that after the "Pramini Axe" completes his mission, you will allow you to take him away." Loka said while gnawing on the corn cob in his hand:
"No matter whether he can still exist as a 'wind mine' in the end, that is, whether he will recover his consciousness, the 'Ice Blade' will respect your choice. Here, you are free than serving the Federal Council."
"Free?" "Future" whispered, putting a mouthful of black, soft mashed potatoes into your mouth, and then said:
"What I actually need is not... the freedom to choose, but the freedom to choose "not to go". I remember... Constantillian, the original owner of this body, was always in fear before his death, and longed for the love of his brother "Feng Mine", at least a normal brotherly relationship.
"For me, I don't want to work hard for any force anymore. This time, at least after seeing the 'Echoerer' and 'The Truth of Pramini', I will have the freedom to refuse. If the [Order] really comes to be the 'Echoerer' and can lead Cruzder to end the 'Innocent Crisis' first and reconstruct [Order], I may wait until the war is completely over before leaving."
"Or... plan to go east, cross the Eventreal Quarter-free land, and go to the Khitan Ris, which you are thinking about, that country full of hope and rebirth?" Loka asked with the corn he had eaten in a basket aside, wiped his mouth.
After a few seconds of silence, "Future" suddenly put all the mashed potatoes in the bowl into his mouth. After eating them, he replied:
"That's right. They resisted the first wave of the "unintentional" crisis and built a long fortification to block the invasion of the "unintentional" from outside. This is a feat. They have never been like the humans and the lost people here, either wandering in the wilderness like ghosts, or huddling in the stronghold and living a life of silence.
"They may have ambitious people, but they are not enough to destroy the entire country and nation. The Cruzds were once synonymous with strength and force, and created countless glory, but now we have long declined."
"Although I don't want to hit you very much, I want to ask you a question. That is, when did you last meet the Khitan Ris who came from the east? How many years ago did you see the ship flying the flag of the Fire Empire? This is the question that Brother Ice Blade once asked me," said Loka.
"I don't know much." "The Future" slapped his head and shook his head.
"Then I tell you that the last Khitan Ries who arrived in the Federation of Cruz was Yanjian, a member of the royal family of the Fire Empire, ninety-five years ago. He only arrived at Kasdagrad in Rus Province, and did not enter the city of Binglin until his death. After all, he had long transformed into the lost person on the long journey.
"The last steam ships belonging to Khitan Ris arrived at the port outside the city of Socra in the Shrine Empire one hundred and thirty years ago. The ship visited the New Port and the Old Port as far as the Sea of ​​Lirod, as well as the Port of Nantoya in the southern part of the endless ice ocean.
"It's not so much that they are coming to trade, but rather an official adventure that is doomed to die, trying to explore the possibility of the whole world reconnecting after the SGD. But in fact, they ended up in a small town in the North Carlov area, and were ripped open by the lost people of your 'order club' to satisfy their desire to eat."
"So, what do you want to explain, Loka?" "Future" asked guiltily, not daring to look up at Loka's eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, Loka spoke with difficulty:
Chapter completed!