At this time, Xu Guangling realized through the light in the room that it was already afternoon. This was so strange! Because no matter how late he slept, due to his light sleep, he would basically get up before eight o'clock in the morning, at the latest
It wasn't even past ten o'clock in the morning.
But at this time, it is definitely afternoon, but the specific time is not clear.
I looked at my phone, four o'clock!
Oh My God!
I slept most of the day, and I slept for at least twelve hours yesterday. No wonder I feel energetic all over my body. But in fact, compared with that incredible dream, this sleep was sound.
, I slept for a long time, but it was nothing at all.
Could it be that I was "possessed" by a chef? The blue light that burst into my forehead last night was actually the soul of a chef or something?
For a moment, Xu Guangling thought of a lot of strange things in his mind, but soon, his stomach that kept growling reminded him that it is important to fill up his stomach first, right? So he washed it,
Then cook, the same three potatoes left over from yesterday.
When he touched the potatoes again, a strange feeling came to Xu Guangling's heart. Familiar? Strange?
It always feels like he has prepared potatoes thousands of times, just like now. But the fact is that in the past few years, Xu Guangling has cooked potatoes a total of no more than a hundred times! Because for
For him, it is really troublesome to wash, peel and shred potatoes. He is really too lazy to do it. Of course, most of the time, he has no intention to do it.
If a person lives in ignorance, he will basically not be particular about anything!
But at this time, holding the potato in his hand, Xu Guangling felt not familiar, but very familiar. How familiar was it? The next moment, he tossed it casually, and the potato was in mid-air in front of him, not too much, not too little, just right.
It turned over three times and then fell back into his hand again.
This is the first potato, the second potato he throws again, turning over four times, and then the third potato, turning over five times.
Like an arm pointing to a hand!
This is not a potato, this is simply a toy that I don’t know how familiar it is.
At the same time, without even taking a closer look at it, information about these three potatoes emerged in my mind:
These should be potatoes grown on loess soil, and the texture of the soil is not good. It is acidic and wet. Such potatoes naturally have a watery and earthy smell. They are inferior potatoes and are not suitable for purchase.
; These potatoes have been unearthed for more than three months. Although they are not broken, they are completely unfit for consumption...
Is it that exaggerated?
Didn't it taste quite sweet when you ate it last night?
Xu Guangling unbelievingly brought the potato in his hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed it vigorously. Then surprisingly, he actually smelled the so-called smell of water, earthy smell, rigidity and staleness. At this moment, Xu Guangling
Guang Ling was a little skeptical. He didn't smell it with his nose, but felt it with a compound "feeling".
But no matter what, he could no longer enjoy these three potatoes with peace of mind.
It was around 4:30 in the afternoon, and Xu Guangling was walking to the vegetable market.
For a person who has traveled to many places, every time he goes to a new place, it becomes instinctive to grasp the basic geography and architectural distribution of that place. Therefore, Xu Guangling knows the distribution of the surrounding vegetable markets clearly.
Chu.
There are three vegetable markets nearby. One is a little further away, but it is also the largest. The other two are about the same distance, but one sells more vegetables and the other sells more meat and fruits. Xu Guangling usually goes to the market that sells more vegetables.
The one with more vegetables, and the one farther away, he only went there at the beginning, just to "step through the door" and get to know the way, but he never went there again.
But this time, out of the desire to verify something, Xu Guangling went straight to the largest vegetable market.
When we arrived, we found that there were so many people there. To exaggerate, it seemed like people from the whole city were here.
Stations, comprehensive shopping areas, and vegetable markets are basically the three major crowd gathering points in a city, and it is really difficult to distinguish who comes first among these three. In short, these occasions, during their busy hours,
At first glance, you’ll be right that it’s densely packed with people.
By the way, this is also the main reason why Xu Guangling came to this vegetable market only once before. As for the distance, it can only be ranked as a secondary reason.
After three rounds and two turns, Xu Guangling came to an aisle in the vegetable market. This area sells sweet potatoes, potatoes, winter melons, etc. Xu Guangling's target is naturally potatoes.
When he usually buys potatoes, Xu Guangling usually finds a potato stall, buys the potatoes and leaves. Anyway, in his opinion, these things are nothing to pick up, they are all the same. In addition, he is too lazy to ask the price and find a potato.
There’s not much difference between cheaper stalls and so on, right? Why go through all the trouble.
In short, the speed at which Xu Guangling buys groceries is amazing.
But today, in this area where potatoes are sold, there are dozens of places selling potatoes. Xu Guangling slowly walked around and made a general identification first:
"The potatoes here are not good. They have been stored for too long."
"This one is not good either. The place of production is too poor."
"The potatoes here look good, strong, plump, and big, but they are actually produced by excessive fertilizer and have a stinky smell." (There is no odor. Xu Guangling once again confirmed that this judgment is by no means wrong.
From the sense of smell.)
"This one is good, the soil is solid, and the potatoes should taste good, but unfortunately they are too small, so they can be listed as alternatives."
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Xu Guangling is like an old gourmet, no, like an old chef, taking a casual look at the potatoes and making judgments about which ones should be passed, which ones should be hung up and beaten, and which ones can be considered for inclusion.
You have a clear idea of the options and which textures are good.
Oh no, after looking around, I didn't find anything with good quality that deserves praise. There are only two that are on the list, and all the others are OUT.
When the results came out, Xu Guangling was stunned. Firstly, he was shocked that he had suddenly become a "potato identification expert." Secondly, why were the potatoes sold at these stalls so fake? Was there something wrong with his identification, or was it the dozens of potatoes that were sold there?
Is there really no potato stall with good quality?
Not to mention that several of them can be called black-hearted potatoes.
Xu Guangling was also drunk. He had never known that potatoes that looked almost identical in appearance could have so many different aspects.
However, although he was shocked and strange, Xu Guangling still followed his own judgment. Well, maybe it was not his own judgment. In short, at the two alternative stalls, Xu Guangling weighed a pound of potatoes each.
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And in this process, two things happened, which must be mentioned:
First, Xu Guangling didn't specifically choose from these two stalls, but as soon as he picked them up, almost all of them were Zhou Zheng's potatoes. Oh, the "almost" here can be removed.
Second, let’s get to the point. Xu Guangling picked up a few potatoes and felt they were about the same. He asked the stall owner to weigh them. The result was no more or less, exactly one pound! If it was like this on only one of the stalls, then it might be a coincidence.
, but unfortunately, it is the same at both stalls!
This doesn't seem like a coincidence.
Or I can say a little bit arbitrary at the beginning, this is by no means a coincidence!