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Chapter 135 "Whatever dishes are served at the state banquet, we will eat during the Chinese Ne

On this side of the wooden house, the sound of oil sizzling in the pot was suddenly heard.

There was also an enticing fragrance in the air.

The fragrance drifted into the tent, making Shen Zhiyi, who was already very hungry, very angry.

Those seasonings should have been theirs.

If those things were in Lin Yuezhou's hands, he would definitely be able to make a lot of delicious food.

But now, she can only go hungry and smell the delicious food made by others.

Lin Yuezhou also didn't want to replace those kitchen utensils.

But he was also worried about what Shen Zhiyi might do.

This opportunity comes as their last amulet.

Never use it lightly!

Lin Yuezhou didn’t have rich seasonings, but he did make some fresh grilled seafood with the leftover seafood from yesterday.

He picked up the prepared food and put it aside, then walked out of Shen Zhiyi's tent.

"Zhiyi, are you awake? You can get up and have breakfast."

Shen Zhiyi got up reluctantly, washed himself with ice-cold water, and then squatted by the fire, looking at some fish and shrimp meat packed in scallop shells in front of him.

The kind without any seasoning at all.

She stared at it for a long time without moving.

"What time is it now? You're still complaining here."

I just don't understand why she has fans? What's she washing? Isn't that obvious enough with this expression?

[It's not Shen Zhiyi's fault. Compared to Song Yuge and the others, he's definitely no match.]

[I'm really impressed by Song Yuge. All the good things always fall on them. What would happen if they shared some of these seasonings with Film Emperor Lin and the other two?]

[Song Yuge: Go, go quickly, become that big Buddha!]

Lin Yuezhou naturally knew why Shen Zhiyi hadn't started eating.

He was silent for a moment, "Zhiyi, how about I switch with the director later..."

"Need not."

Shen Zhiyi flatly refused him, picked up the chopsticks made of tree branches, picked up a piece of tasteless fish, and chewed it slowly.

Lin Yuezhou watched her eat bite by bite without saying a word.

not far away.

In front of the cabin.

Wen Yuan poured the blanched chicken blood into the pot, and a sizzling sound was heard instantly.

The group of "children" who were also squatting nearby and waiting obediently for food couldn't help but exclaim, "It smells so good."

Facing the compliments, Wen Yuan added seasonings into the pot without changing his expression, and then simmered it over low heat.

They are called vermicelli, but in fact they are noodles brought by Song Yuge.

She handed the noodles over and said unconsciously, "It would be more delicious if there were sweet potato vermicelli in it."

Wen Yuan said nothing, just looked up at her, and then continued to stir-fry the chicken blood noodles in the pot.

It was out of the pot in a short while.

They just look after themselves.

Serve as much as you can eat.

For the first time, Song Yuge did nothing and just started eating.

She huddled in the corner at the door of the wooden house, holding chopsticks and slurping the noodles in the bowl.

Wen Yuan was right next to her, also eating the same chicken blood noodles, but the way he ate it looked like a noble young master who had fallen into the common people's care, full of nobility and elegance.

Song Yuge has no manners when eating.

She was so engrossed in eating that she didn't even think about her eating manners.

What's the use?

As long as she stares at this face that is so fat that the neck is almost invisible, no matter how much she eats, there will always be people finding fault with her.

After living his life again, Song Yuge figured out one thing: why should he make himself unhappy for some people who are insignificant in his life and exist only as NPCs?

As long as you eat well, drink well and sleep well, do whatever makes you comfortable.

Nothing could be more important than this.

Wen Yuan glanced at the girl next to him while eating, and handed her thermos cup to him, "Drink some water, don't choke."

Song Yuge hummed, chewed it hastily and swallowed it, then took the thermos and drank some water.

It was actually warm water at about 40 to 50 degrees, just drinkable.

She looked up at the man in surprise.

Wen Yuan ate a mouthful of chicken blood gracefully, noticed her look, and raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Too hot?"

"Oh, no."

Song Yuge licked his lips and continued to pick up the chopsticks, "I just... think you are quite talented in cooking."

"is it?"

Wen Yuan nodded seriously, "I think so too."

Song Yuge's mouth twitched slightly, "..."

She had been running for so long and was exhausted. She was already starving. After picking up the chopsticks, she began to concentrate on eating again.

Wen Qingyan had never eaten chicken blood noodles cooked like this street snack.

He ate with a sizzling sound, exhaling puffs of white mist from time to time, "How can it be so delicious?"

"I originally thought that only the legs of wild pheasants were delicious, but I didn't expect that chicken blood could be used to make such delicious noodles."

After these words were spoken, no one else spoke.

Song Yuwei asked quietly, "Didn't your family make these for you during the Chinese New Year when you were a child?"

Wen Qingyan's mouth was full of oil. He was very surprised. "New Year's Day? We don't eat this during the New Year."

"Whatever dishes are served at the state banquet, we will eat during the Chinese New Year."

Everyone: "..."

Whatever is eaten at the state banquet is what they eat during the Chinese New Year.

What a niche metaphor.