Taste is a stubborn memory. No matter how far away or long a wanderer is from home, the taste of his hometown will always be missed.

Maybe it was a bowl of tofu in the alley downstairs, maybe it was a fried dough stick in the street snack shop, or maybe it was a plate of shredded potatoes in a dilapidated restaurant.

The ancients often said that it is difficult to leave the hometown, but in fact, what is difficult to leave is not a piece of land, but the food on this land and the people on this land.

This seemingly simple fried rice dish made Ye Chuan regain the familiar taste many years ago. What followed was various memories that Ye Chuan had been trying hard to avoid, home, father, mother, and sister.

A gentle smile filled Ye Chuan's mind, making his heart beat faster. His right hand couldn't help but clenched into his fist and his fingernails were pinched into his flesh.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Xiaobai asked curiously.

“This bowl of fried rice is very similar to the taste I had at home when I was a kid.”

"Home? Does the master still have relatives?"

Ye Chuan thought for a while, "Maybe, there's nothing..."

Ye Chuan never expected that he would venture to Taya's base and actually encountered the familiar smell.

When he walked out of the cafeteria, Ye Chuan's mind was filled with the bowl of fried rice that could not be removed.

The next morning, the breakfast in the cafeteria was fried dough sticks and white porridge.

Once again, Ye Chuan tasted the taste of a house. He treated his simple breakfast like the Bible. He ate in small bites, and he ate very slowly. He didn't say even a word to others throughout the whole process.

His eyes looked into the kitchen curiously. He didn't know what he was familiar with when he was in and out of the kitchen, but Ye Chuan was still full of expectations.

After the morning work, lunch consists of two dishes and one soup, stir-fried green beans, fried eggs with tomatoes, and shredded pork with pickled vegetables.

"You can't be wrong, this is the taste of home." After eating all the food carefully, even licking the plate with your tongue, Ye Chuan said to himself in his heart.

After work in the afternoon, dinner, one dish and one soup, stir-fried asparagus with seafood dumpling soup.

The smell at home is getting stronger and stronger...

At night, Ye Chuan rolled himself in the quilt, slowly closed his eyes, and slept like a child.

Ye Chuan, who is already a genetic warrior, actually doesn't need sleep, but for some reason, Ye Chuan feels tired, just like a wanderer who is just out and returns home, and his body and mood completely relax the moment he walks into the house.

No matter how many years you have been outside, how much hardships you have suffered, or how many grievances you have, as long as you are at home, you will feel at ease. What is the warmth and bad thing you have experienced before?

Every day, every capsuleist has to create a set of Sirius gene armor. This is Taya’s only requirement for Ye Chuan and other people. In addition to being unable to walk around the base, the management is also relaxed.

Ye Chuan gets up on time, eats on time, works on time, and lives like a precise machine.

Taya's people, people in the dormitory, Ye Chuan never talked to anyone. In a few days, everyone realized that this young man was a freak and didn't care so much about him.

Ye Chuan often gets lost because he always lowers his head and thinks.

"Hey, what about you? This is a restricted area. Why did you come here??"

"Don't move forward, I'm not polite to move forward!"

Ye Chuan raised his head blankly, nodded again, turned around and walked back. This trance is really suspicious. I am afraid that it will not take long for him to be lost in the complex corridor of the base again.

"Where are you going? You're talking!"

"Stop worrying about him, I know this person, a fool among the capsule masters, he has always been like this."

"Can you be stupid? You can be a capsuleist like this?"

"Have you heard anyone say it? There are two types of capsule artists, either fat or stupid. This kid is obviously a stupid goose and can't do anything other than writing code."

"It turns out that he was stupid in studying, but it was not a solution for him to walk around like this. If he ran to a place he shouldn't go, we would even be punished."

"Don't worry, although this kid is confused all day long, he cares about eating. Whenever he eats, he always appears in the cafeteria on time, licking the plates before he stops. Besides, what can these capsule masters do? They are all powerless, and at most they will complain, don't worry about him."

"Haha, it turns out that he is a fool and a foodie? It's really miserable to be like this for a capsuleist."

...

Annie is Ye Xiaomiao’s only friend. Xiaomiao is responsible for cooking and Annie is responsible for cleaning in the restaurant.

For some reason, since the first day Ye Chuan appeared, Annie has been interested in this young capsuleist, perhaps because Ye Chuan's attitude towards food, or perhaps because Ye Chuan never complains.

Other capsuleists were kidnapped to the base, and they all complained. Except for Ye Chuan, he seemed very at ease, and even had some touch in his eyes.

"It's so interesting. He ate all the food on the plate again. He dipped the remaining soup with a small piece of steamed bun. Look at the plate, there is no need to wash it." Annie took Ye Chuan's plate and showed it to Ye Xiaomiao.

"Well, it's quite clean." Ye Xiaomiao nodded slightly.

What the cooker likes most is that the food he made can be liked by others. Ye Chuan even cleanses the bottom of the plate. It can be seen that he likes this food very much. As a cooker, Ye Xiaomiao feels happy.

"He's talking to me today." Anne said proudly.

"What did you say?"

“He said that if a piece of basil leaf is added to the broth, the fragrance will be more perfect.”

Ye Xiaomiao was suddenly stunned. He was undoubtedly a great expert who could say this. He put a piece of basil leaves in the broth made of chicken bones. This method was something his father liked during his lifetime. How could he know?

"What do you think of this young capsule master?" Ye Xiaomiao put down a handful of coriander in her hand and asked curiously.

Annie described Ye Chuan's appearance. After hearing this, Ye Xiaomiao covered her heart with one hand, her face slightly pale.

"Can I let me see him?"

"This...is very difficult. The people in the kitchen cannot go to the front. Besides, he has left after dinner."

"Annie." Ye Xiaomiao grabbed Annie's arm and said nervously: "Can you trouble you?"

"What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?"

"It's not important, either, just ask him what his name is good?"

"Xiao Miao, why is your face so white? Are you uncomfortable? Although I am working in front of you, you also know that I can't talk to them casually."

Ye Xiaomiao shook her lips vigorously, and grabbed Annie's hand and trembled slightly.

"Okay, OK, I'll find an opportunity to ask for you."

"Thank you."

"Stop talking about this, we depend on each other for life. Who else can I help you if I don't help you?"

...

Ye Chuan was still very quiet. After dinner, he started walking aimlessly in the base, lowering his head, like a nerd. Until he was stopped by the soldiers, he would look like he suddenly realized, turn his head and continue to lower his head.

"It seems that the road I came here is not accessible. There are only elevators from the second underground floor to the first underground floor, and the elevators are strictly controlled." Ye Chuan said to himself.

Xiaobai said: "It is true. In addition to the key elevators being controlled, there are also twelve gantry gates, all of which are the most solid three-titanium alloy castings. Once the gantry gate falls, our situation will be very difficult."

Ye Chuan nodded and said, "So you can only take Route 137, go down, pass through the air filter room, the constant temperature control room, and arrive at the plant culture room."
Chapter completed!