Chapter 153 Meow Meow Meow
...When the first mouthful of hot porridge flowed into his mouth, Mu Dongsheng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Delicious.
So delicious!
The porridge was fresh, fragrant and piping hot. As soon as you put it in your mouth, you could taste the fragrant porridge oil. It was not greasy, but had a light but stomach-warming taste.
The soft and sticky rice does not need to be chewed, it melts easily in the mouth, while the delicious flavor of the chicken and mushrooms flows in the mouth. The warm porridge flowed down my throat, and my internal organs became warm, from my stomach to my heart, and the chill from trudging through the snow was completely dispelled...
The first bite was all porridge. With the second bite, Mu Dongsheng tasted the mushrooms and chicken thigh meat in the porridge. The mushrooms were soft and chewy. When bitten gently, the juice of the mushrooms overflowed and mixed with the hot porridge. Mu Dongsheng chewed several of them in succession and still felt unsatisfied.
The taste of the chicken is really amazing!
When cooking this pot of raw porridge, Jian Yunlan waited until the porridge base was boiling before opening the lid and adding the marinated raw chicken thighs and spreading them out. Then, she took the casserole off the fire and used the residual heat from the boiling porridge base to cook the chicken thighs.
Therefore, the chicken thigh meat buried in the porridge is extremely tender, not only fragrant and smooth, but also has an indescribable crispness. It blends well with the warm and dense porridge base, making people unable to stop chewing...
While drinking this fragrant hot porridge, Mu Dongsheng felt his eyes getting warm involuntarily for some reason.
Countless diners in the past have proved this with their own personal experiences - delicious food will evoke the warmest, most delicate and precious memories in people's hearts.
The same goes for Mu Dongsheng.
Outside the curtain, snow was flying in the wind and the snow was gradually getting thicker, but the small shop inside the curtain was as warm as a small stove.
Sitting in front of the burning charcoal fire, feeling the delicious hot porridge in his mouth, the scene in front of Mu Dongsheng's eyes became a little blurry.
Many people in the Eastern Base knew that the top mercenary Mu Dongsheng was extremely self-disciplined. He basically relied on nutrient solution for his three meals a day. He rarely touched alcohol and even rarely visited the food area of the black market. In particular, he never bought the most popular "technological porridge" filled with flavor enhancers in the food area.
Others said that he did this to save money for the base and to set an example by using extreme self-discipline to keep himself awake at all times and in the best condition at all times...
But only a very small number of Mu Dongsheng's confidants knew that Mu Dongsheng did not buy "technological porridge" not because of self-discipline, but because he had drunk the most delicious porridge in the world when he was very young, and all the porridge after that was eclipsed by it.
But at this moment, in the middle of this death desert ravaged by ice and snow, there was a small porridge shop with a fire on.
The spreading taste of the hot porridge in his mouth suddenly penetrated this long nightmarish night, spanning the gap of decades, and hit Mu Dongsheng's heart from afar.
There is another thing about Mu Dongsheng that few people know.
Unlike most other mercenaries, he was not born in a nursery and did not undergo unified training at the Eastern Base. He was only seven years old when he followed the refugee team to the Eastern Base. Before he was seven, he lived with his grandfather in the wasteland near the sea in the south.
After his parents died in a wave of alien invasion, his grandfather took him, who was still an infant, and some supplies to live in a 28-story building.
The low-level alien species around could not climb to the 28th floor, so that small apartment was Mu Dongsheng’s only home during his childhood. Grandpa planted some crops in the small garden on the rooftop, and even raised a few chickens and a small pond of fish. He was trapped there with little Mu Dongsheng for seven whole years.
Suddenly, I seemed to be back to that year.
That year, Mu Dongsheng was not yet the savior of the Eastern Base, nor was he the top mercenary who was highly expected.
That year, grandpa was still alive.
That year, Mu Dongsheng was just a carefree child living in a high-rise building. Every day, he could play with building blocks, read fairy tales, take a nap next to his grandfather, lie on the railings and look at the world below, imagining his own adventures in the vast world...
On every cold winter night, my grandfather would light a lamp, heat up the stove, and cook a pot of porridge. The porridge was probably very thin, not so thick, but very warm, warming the heart.
The porridge at that time did not have any flavor enhancers, it was just a light flavor with the aroma of the porridge itself. Little Mu Dongsheng stayed beside his grandfather and shook his head, and his grandfather would put all the chicken pieces into his bowl and say with a smile "Grandpa doesn't like to eat meat, Ah Sheng, all is for you".
At that time, Mu Dongsheng didn't know what death was. He knew that the crops in the fields would wither and the chirping hens would disappear, but he didn't know that the people who were still alive and laughing the last moment would suddenly become cold and lifeless.
At that time, Mu Dongsheng thought that the world would always be the same, and that every year would be like that year, and nothing would change. The lights in the small apartment would always be on, Pinocchio in the fairy tale book would never fade, and the porridge in the casserole would always be hot.
And the omnipotent grandfather is always by his side, holding his hand.
It wasn't until he was seven years old that a high-level pollutant climbed to the twenty-eighth floor.
“…”
Mu Dongsheng drank the porridge quickly and anxiously, as if he was worried that someone would snatch it away.
Click, click.
A few drops of tears fell into the porridge. Mu Dongsheng sniffed and lowered his head so that no one could see.
What’s the point of thinking about those things?
What matters is to drink a few more mouthfuls of porridge.
After he gulped down several mouthfuls, he choked and couldn't help coughing: "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"
...But even though he was coughing loudly, Mu Dongsheng kept his mouth tightly closed and did not let any porridge go to waste.
Mu Dongsheng's face turned red from coughing, but he still did not forget to protect the porridge in his hands and mouth, and there was a sense of conviction in his eyes.
Jian Yunlan: "..."
Jian Yunlan was startled by Mu Dongsheng's expression and actions. After being stunned for two seconds, she quickly handed him water: "Guest, please drink slowly. Take a sip of water and take a break. Don't choke."
Mu Dongsheng waved his hand, took the glass of water, but just put it aside.
Anyone who has eaten truly delicious food may have had a similar experience - when the food in your mouth is so delicious, every bite of chewing is an ultimate enjoyment, and the taste lingering in your mouth alone can make you feel extremely happy. At such a moment, you don’t want to drink water at all.
If you drink water, wouldn’t the taste be diluted? What a waste of food!
So, Mu Dongsheng just stuck his neck in coughing, and didn't even drink any water, just waiting for the breath to go away.
After a long while, Mu Dongsheng finally calmed down. He calmed his breathing and picked up the porridge again.
This time, Mu Dongsheng learned his lesson and drank the porridge slowly and savored it carefully. He was no longer as impatient as a starving ghost.
But even so, the bowl of porridge was quickly finished.
"Boss, can I have another bowl?" Mu Dongsheng asked cautiously.
"Of course!" Jian Yunlan waved the big spoon and served him another bowl.
Gurgle. The bowl is empty.
Ten minutes later.
"Boss, another bowl?"
"Of course!"
Another five minutes later.
"Boss, come again!"
"certainly!"
Another five minutes later.
"Old, again!"
"when!"
“…”
After who knows how many ten minutes, Jian Yunlan looked at Mu Dongsheng, then looked at his own casserole which was almost empty. After hesitating for half a second, he suggested: "My dear, you are almost done with the whole pot of porridge. Why don't you just hold the pot and drink it? There is still some porridge at the bottom."
After hesitating for two seconds, Mu Dongsheng blushed and said implicitly, "Then I won't be polite."
Then he took the casserole and started eating it.
...Anyone who sees him at this moment will not believe that the person in front of him is Mu Dongsheng, the famous top mercenary in the Eastern Base.
After all, who is this savior who not only drank ten bowls of porridge in a row, but also didn't care about his image at all and just held the casserole and ate it with big mouthfuls!
Finally, even the bottom of the casserole was licked clean by Mu Dongsheng.
Mu Dongsheng opened his clear eyes and stared at Jian Yunlan.
After a moment of silence, Mu Dongsheng spoke expectantly: "Boss, is there anything else..."
But this time, Jian Yunlan spread his hands helplessly: "Guest, I really don't have a drop left!"
Mu Dongsheng: "..."
Jian Yunlan: "..."
Soon, Jian Yunlan became a little panicked.
...Because, tears as big as beans gradually accumulated in Mu Dongsheng's beautiful and clear eyes.
Click, click. Big tears fell.
After a while, he couldn't help but hugged Jian Yunlan's thigh and cried loudly: "Boss, boss, please give me another bowl of porridge, boss, I can do anything!!! Boss, I will give you whatever you want..."
As he spoke, Mu Dongsheng frantically took out various things from his pocket and stuffed them into Jian Yunlan's pocket.
The hood of the cloak that Mu Dongsheng was wearing had now completely fallen down, revealing his beautiful face. His eyes were red, but his body was very strong. The muscles he had developed from years of high-intensity missions, coupled with that beautiful tearful face, created a perfect contrast.
And the pockets of his cloak are just like Doraemon's pockets, they really contain everything.
Water bags, kraft paper, compressed biscuits, a few coins that looked ancient, a few bottles of medicine...all kinds of strange things were taken out by Mu Dongsheng and stuffed into Jian Yunlan's hands.
Jian Yunlan: "??? Guest, please don't do this to me..."
Mu Dongsheng: “.” As if he couldn’t hear anything, he continued to stuff.
Finally, after Jian Yunlan shouted the next sentence, Mu Dongsheng stopped what he was doing.
Jian Yunlan: "Customer, there is really no porridge today, but if you like, I will set up a stall here tomorrow, and you can come to buy porridge then..."
Hearing this, Mu Dongsheng stopped what he was doing.
"Tomorrow, there's more?"
He asked Jian Yunlan half-doubtfully.
"There's more, really more!" Jian Yunlan stuffed all the strange things on her body back into Mu Dongsheng's pocket and nodded affirmatively.
After receiving a positive answer, Mu Dongsheng's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Then...I'll come back tomorrow."
"Is it settled?"
"It's a deal!"
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