Chapter 155 Security
On the riverside, there is a protruding triangular stone, slightly protruding upwards, which looks like a platform.
An old man of short stature and plain clothes was squatting on a rock and fishing. There was a large plastic bucket beside him, and he was fishing silently.
"Looks familiar..." Bai Mengmeng frowned and looked for a while, finally remembering, isn't this the security guard who checked if anyone brought any illegal equipment during the competition?
This little old man has very sharp eyes, so Bai Mengmeng has some impression of him.
There is actually a security room in Zigai Mountain, but you never see anyone there normally. After all, even if there were security guards, they would probably be useless in this mountain.
The security car that Bai Mengmeng drove when she went out was borrowed from the security room.
This old man is probably the security guard who is rarely seen in normal times?
Of course it is!
After all, there is no danger on this island and it is impossible for danger to happen, so the security guard has nothing to do at ordinary times and naturally gets bored and slacks off.
No, it's fishing.
Bai Mengmeng showed a sly smile on her face, and she approached gently, intending to greet the old man loudly.
As a result, the old man seemed to have eyes on his back and suddenly turned his head.
"Ahem...hello, old man." Bai Mengmeng greeted awkwardly: "Are you fishing?"
The old man chuckled and narrowed his eyes: "Hey, you are the leader of the Qiongye Sect, right? Hello, hello."
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Bai Mengmeng was stunned for a moment. She always felt that the old man's smile had some ill intentions and looked very cunning, which made her feel uneasy.
What's more, the two of them only met on the day of the competition and actually didn't know each other at all. It felt a bit problematic that the other party acted so familiarly.
This person not only knows which sect she is from, but also knows her identity very well!
There was a hint of surprise on his face: "Old man, do you know me?"
The old man frowned and said, "Of course you have a great talent. I was on the judging panel during the cooking competition and I especially enjoyed your carrot soup."
Bai Mengmeng remembered that he had indeed met the old man once before. He was making radish soup at the time, and the old man was indeed on the judges' panel. "I just made it casually at the time, it was a fluke."
The old man put away his rod, having caught nothing, and put the bait back on. He smiled broadly, "You work in the cafeteria now, right? How's it going?"
"It's fine. Chef Xuan has a cooking machine, so I'm not very busy. As for you, I don't seem to see you very often. Are you the security guard here?"
The old man's smile turned strange: "Yeah, that's right, I'm already old, I can only find a job to make ends meet, there's nothing I can do."
"Since you don't work in the cafeteria, why are you here? It's quite far from the cafeteria."
Bai Mengmeng showed the old man her sack, letting him see the mint leaves inside. "There are so many good things on the island. I came here today to pick mint. I also wanted to find some snails and make some dishes for everyone to change their taste. Otherwise, everyone would get tired of eating the same dishes every day."
At this point, she explained, "I asked Director Fang for advice, and he said the owner of this place doesn't care about these little things. They're just some wild vegetables, and I can pick them at will."
The old man seemed to be interested. "Yes, it's just a small thing. Who cares? But can mint be used in cooking? Snails seem to be all shells. They probably don't taste very good."
This was Bai Mengmeng's favorite topic. She immediately became confident and explained, "Dishes made with mint are especially delicious. When I ran a restaurant, I often used mint to fry potatoes and pork ribs, and I added mint to mutton soup. The taste was incredible."
“Many diners like mint dishes because they find them refreshing and natural, with a unique taste.”
"Snails are also very interesting to eat. First, keep the snails in clean water, coat them with sand, cut off the buttocks, and stir-fry them with perilla, chili peppers, and mint. They are delicious no matter how they are cooked. For example, the snail noodle soup is made with snails, and it tastes very delicious."
The old man seemed to be thinking about it. "I see. Then you should go find them quickly. The more you find, the better. I will fish for a while longer."
He lifted his rod and began to bait it again.
Bai Mengmeng took a quick look and found that there was nothing in the bucket.
I couldn't help but feel a little funny. This old man was simply here to feed the fish. He kept throwing bait into the water, but didn't catch a single fish.
With no expression on his face, he nodded and walked to the distant reef.
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The river water was clear, and Bai Mengmeng could clearly see many snails in the cracks of the rocks.
This is a stone snail, and many people can't recognize it.
In fact, there is a particularly obvious difference between the golden apple snail, the stone snail and the field snail.
The river snail has a small opening and a big belly, which is long and pointed. The apple snail has a big opening and a big belly, which is short and round.
The stone snail is the smallest, has the hardest shell, and looks the most slender.
However, although the differences between these things are obvious, many people still cannot tell them apart.
Bai Mengmeng has been a foodie since she was a child. When she was living with her mother, her living conditions were poor, so she always went to the river to catch snails.
With experience, you will naturally be able to tell the difference.
Now seeing so many snails in the water, she quickly took off her shoes and stepped into the water.
She rolled up her trouser legs to her thighs, revealing a pair of legs that were not very long but quite white.
The water in the river was not very deep, just above the ankles and reaching the calves.
Of course, this is only at the shore. The water will definitely be deeper if you go further in.
Compared with other places, the temperature on the island seems to be higher. I thought it would be very cold when I stepped into the water, but the temperature was not unexpectedly bad. Although it was a little bit biting, the sunlight above my head brought warm power. When it shone on my body, I felt warm and it was not so cold anymore.
I reached my hand into the crevice of the stone, then dug out a handful of snails, which was so refreshing and gave me a feeling of having gained a lot.
Soon the bucket was full.
After filling a bucket with snails, Bai Mengmeng put on her shoes and socks again and prepared to go back to cook.
Before leaving, I saw the old man hanging bait there again, so I walked over quietly.
"Grandpa, I'm going to cook, you keep going."
"Just call me Master Song."
"Okay, Master Song, I'll go back first. I hope you can catch some big fish."
Bai Mengmeng waved her hands and said goodbye to Master Song.
When she left, she subconsciously glanced at the bucket. Sure enough, there was nothing in it. It was so empty that it made people feel a little pitiful.
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