Chapter 22: Choosing the wrong person.
When going downstairs, Monkey was still holding the plug of the rice cooker, with a determined look as if he was determined to prove his strength.
Shu Lan moved a stool for him to sit on, and encouraged him with sparkling eyes: "Come on, you can do it."
The monkey was shocked: "Miss, if this pot of rice is successful, can I get some love rewards! Like a kiss or a hug?"
Patrick passed by carrying a bag of flour and scolded his teammates: "I love you, you wretched man. Sister Chu, come with me, I'll take you to the kitchen."
Shu Lan smiled and nodded, waved to the monkey, and followed Patrick into the kitchen, which was cluttered with a multitude of ingredients. Besides a variety of seasonings, carbohydrates, and staple foods, there were also fresh vegetables and a basket of spring bamboo shoots. Next to it, a meter-high plastic bucket, its lid open, was filled with mountain spring water.
What a luxurious kitchen! Shu Lan's eyebrows instantly relaxed.
"Not bad, huh? I started a starry sky camping business here before. I didn't make any money, but I did have a way out. These are the vegetables we grew from seeds we found and researched ourselves. There are pea sprouts in that bucket, and we have chili sauce for rice. Sister Chu, you decide what dishes to make. Do you need help?"
Shu Lan nodded: "It will be very slow for me to cook by myself. Can you help me pick the bean sprouts?"
Patrick was a little flattered: "Oh, okay."
He lifted the cloth from the wooden barrel where the bean sprouts were growing, took a look, and asked, "How many did you pick?"
Shu Lan leaned over and took a look: "Take them all off."
"How long?"
Shu Lan felt like she had chosen the wrong helper. She reached in, pinched a few, and showed them to him: "This long."
"Okay, got it. Wait a minute, I'll find some scissors."
Patrick walked around the kitchen, poked his head out and shouted, "Captain! Where are our scissors?"
Shu Lan: “…”
It turned out that she had chosen the wrong person. She saw it all and put the scissors together with the kitchen knife.
"Who's usually in charge of cooking?"
Patrick said, "Captain, he also made the bean sprouts."
Shu Lan was a little surprised. He Sheng, besides being the team's combat force, was also a cook. He was in charge of both external affairs and internal affairs. No wonder he spoke with such authority.
He Sheng walked in and uttered a concise word: "Get lost."
Patrick stood at attention and saluted, then replied in a resounding voice, "Yes, sir!"
After saying that, he bent his waist and rolled out of this place that didn't belong to him.
He Sheng still had a bunch of green chives in his hand. He took out the scissors and handed them to her. Shu Lan didn't take them. She tied her apron and pushed up her sleeves. "Thank you. Help me cut the bean sprouts. I'll peel the bamboo shoots."
"oh."
The two of them did not have any extra communication, but they began to cooperate tacitly.
Peel the bamboo shoots, blanch them in salt water to remove the astringency, then cut them into small pieces and stir-fry with chili peppers.
The fragrance continued to overflow. He Sheng, who was picking vegetables, looked up at her quiet and beautiful profile. The maternal glow emanating from the woman made He Sheng feel as if he had returned to the days when he would come home from school and help his mother in the kitchen.
In the same way, he sat on a small stool while his mother was busy in front of the stove, producing one delicious dish after another like magic.
He lowered his head, suddenly feeling the urge to chat. When he realized it and tried to suppress it, he heard his own voice: "I used to be a firefighter."
Shu Lan handed him the potatoes, picked up the leeks he had washed, and asked, "And then?"
"When the whole city fell, the police assigned me to escort the mayor and his family to evacuate. My parents were waiting for me at home at the time."
Shu Lan chopped the chives, added flour, water, and salt, and stirred them into a batter. She said, "Did you follow orders?"
"Yes, firefighters must obey orders and organizational arrangements unconditionally. I thought I had time to get home, but by the time I got home, it was too late."
Shu Lan thought that he was really dedicated. If it were her, she would not care about the mayor's life or death. After all, the mayor had never given her any benefits.
"Have you been living in regret over this incident all these years?"
Her voice was as gentle as the sunset, sounding both soothing and compassionate.
He Sheng said calmly, "No, I just started to reject the idea of obeying other people's orders against my will, so I didn't go to the survivor base."
Shu Lan put the frying pan on the gas stove and sighed again that it was incredible that they still had gas available.
He Sheng, a tall and strong man with long arms and legs, squatted on the ground peeling potatoes. He looked as honest as a large police dog. He looked up at her and was silent for a while, waiting for Shu Lan to speak again.
But Shu Lan was concentrating on making leek pancakes, and at the same time thinking about how to use up all the ingredients here so that her son could make a profit before leaving. She had no time to spare to deal with He Sheng.
He Sheng withdrew his gaze, lowered his head to peel potatoes, his tightly pursed lips revealing a bit of loneliness, and he said nothing more.
Shredded potatoes with green peppers, stir-fried bean sprouts, leek pancakes, stir-fried spring bamboo shoots with chili peppers, cold-mixed black fungus, and a large bowl of seaweed soup.
Those attracted by the aroma had already sat down at the dining table, eagerly waiting for her to bring out the dishes.
Monkey opened the rice cooker and took credit: "My ability is beyond doubt."
Shu Lan took off her apron and walked out: "You guys eat first, I'll go upstairs to call my son."
The monkey jumped up and down: "Hey? Hey? Hey? Miss, won't you praise me?"
Shu Lan turned around on the stairs, gave him two thumbs up, and praised him rhythmically, "You're amazing. There's probably no one else in the world who can use superpowers so comprehensively like you do, both to deal with zombies and to apply them to daily life. You're the biggest contributor to me being able to have such a delicious meal today. Thank you so much."
A smile blossomed on the monkey's face: "Hehe, I'm just an ordinary genius with superpowers... I became what I am thanks to you guys! Stop stealing, leave some for me!"
Shu Maomao was woken up in the middle of his sleep, with a gloomy and unhappy look on his face, but Shu Lan felt that eating was the most important thing, and if he missed this opportunity, he would miss it forever.
She kissed his cheek and said gently, "Shu Maomao, don't you want to grow taller? You won't grow taller if you don't eat and just sleep."
Shu Maomao sighed, came out of the mood of wanting to destroy the world, took her hand and went downstairs.
There were two empty seats at the table, and two large bowls of overflowing rice were placed on them. The people who were fighting for food like tigers immediately sat down quietly when they saw Shu Lan coming down with the child, pretending to slow down and maintain their composure.
Seeing the colorful dishes on the table, Shu Maomao's half-raised eyelids gradually widened.
Can these be eaten?
The stool was a bit high, but Shu Maomao didn't want her to hold it, so he used his hands and feet and climbed up panting.
Because he had been eating noodles the most since he was a child, he was very skilled in using chopsticks. He was not inferior to his opponents even to several adult men. His little face was almost buried in the bowl and he didn't lift it up.
Shu Lan felt full after eating half a bowl. She was less strong than before and didn't eat much, becoming a low-power, low-energy human.
She wondered if the physique of people with special abilities would change, as all five of them ate a lot, including her son Shu Maomao.
Maybe she also had to pretend to have a big appetite?
But Shu Lan really couldn't do it. She gave the half bowl of rice to Shu Maomao. Shu Maomao ate every grain and even drank a bowl of soup at the end. His little belly was round and he burped with satisfaction.
Shu Lan asked worriedly, "Baby, does your stomach feel uncomfortable after eating so much?"
Shu Maomao shook his head, his eyes fixed on the last piece of leek pancake. After seeing it being taken away by Lucas, he turned his gaze to Lucas.
Lucas: “…”
What an oppressive look.
He turned his chopsticks and reluctantly placed the chive pancake in Shu Maomao's bowl: "I'm full, you eat it."
Shu Lan smiled at him gratefully: "Thank you, Luke. Children of this age need to eat more to grow. I'll make you some more vegetable pancakes tomorrow. How about potato pancakes? Oh, right, I have to leave tomorrow..."
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