Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 222, Another Beginning (Dream)
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Struggling out of the suffocating water, panting heavily, looking at the mirror in front of him.

Look at the person reflected in the mirror.

The large silk embroidered pajamas were attached to the body, half-covering and half-revealing Fengyun's body, allowing drops of water to drip from the tips of her hair and chin.

The transition of the porcelain-white neck is very even, and the black hair is pillowed on the back of the head, fully revealing the delicate oval face like a jade carving, dotted with water droplets that have not been wiped, like a lotus emerging from water.

The long eyelashes drooped down, hiding the confusion in his eyes.

What a beautiful and alluring strange woman!

I asked her, "Who are you?"

She did not answer.

But there was a magnetic voice coming from behind, "You are my Mrs. Xiang."

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I rubbed my sleepy eyes, which were still glued together by the fragments of strange dreams, and looked at the person in the mirror.

The tall skeleton supports a strong body, high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and sky-blue pupils, making the face very three-dimensional, and the faint beard has the flavor of a mature man, a standard Aryan look.

He smoothed the pajamas that were wrinkled into a mess from a night of ravages.

He stretched out his hand to wipe off the fog on the glass, revealing more clearly the face in the mirror and the confidence that is rarely seen on the faces of pure-bred white people in this era.

"Hello, Chu Xiang."

I am a spice merchant in the spice business. The decent word 'spice merchant' is a mockery and flattery of ourselves. In the scope of public perception, we are positioned as small-scale production and management individuals. Namely hawkers.

The land under our feet is inseparable from various spices because of the environment and climate. This area has been rich in spices since ancient times, and the people living on this land are also good at using spices, from birth to death. Everyone can't live without it.

Therefore, there are many people who live by it.

Shannon who grows spices, restaurants and nobles who use spices, and merchants who sell spices.

Our family's ancestors have been engaged in this business for generations, according to the stories handed down in the family.

At the earliest time, we went to various farmlands to collect the spices from the landlords, and then blended them into 'Masala', and then sold them to various households and some fixed restaurants.

The so-called 'Marsala' is actually the name of a special blend of spices mixed in different proportions with more than two digits.

Every spice merchant has its own 'Masala' recipe, and different recipes have different tastes.

This is why there are many spice merchants in every region. Even if the Masala of this one is delicious, you still want to try something else.

But among the fragrant 'Marsala', our family is also one of the best. Compared with others, my family's Marsala has a special taste, which is fragrant but not greasy, and the taste is long and endless.

This is not my bragging, although every spice merchant says that their taste is special, but we have the reality to support it.

The great changes that took place during the transition period between the old era and the new era have greatly changed and polluted the environment of the entire world.

As a result, the fertile soil watered by the Ganges under our feet can no longer grow spices that can give people a special taste.

Almost everyone who relied on it, including the spice merchants, was forced out of work.

But the pursuit of the taste of Marsala by the people living in this land can never be stopped, and it has been engraved on everyone's soul.

So those big companies took advantage of this opportunity to occupy the market with marsala-flavored condiments prepared with chemicals.

What kind of garbage are those inferior chemicals with sour and smelly smells!

How can it be called Masala.

How can a real masala, with so many spices mixed together, be stinky?How could it be bad?

What an unscrupulous person can say that Marsala always smells bad.

But there is no way, there are only such inferior products on the market, and people can only be forced to accept them.

At that time, my family was also facing bankruptcy caused by the destruction of the foundation of survival.

My grandfather, who was in college, got the news, and in grief, he decisively changed his major from mechanical manufacturing to food chemistry.

Then, relying on the experience of selling spices for generations, we will reproduce the secret recipe and taste of 'Marsala' passed down by our family.

In the end it was a hit.

Our family managed to survive the wave of spice merchant deaths.

After that, the eight major grain merchants jointly launched the water of life, which completely changed the eating habits of all people in the world, but still did not knock us down.

Many restaurants still get their goods from us. In the first-class restaurants, the real original eaux-de-vie is not taken directly from the water pipes. The eaux-de-vie is added with our Martha Ra's water of life.

My father used to say: We are the children of Spice, she raised us.

The more I grow up, the more I believe in this sentence...

Because of spices and Marsala, our family has a large house and an enviable driverless car.

Of course, the more important thing is to let me marry a perfect wife.

"Don't stay in the bathroom when you come together, if you are really free, go out and exercise."

A pleasant voice came, interrupting my reverie.

I quickly washed my face, and when I went out, I saw my wife standing at the kitchen door, frowning and looking at me.

The pure oriental face, the natural and beautiful appearance, the delicate skin like silk, the elegant and confident temperament endowed by the high-quality education of Shangpin University can make any man fall in love.

Wearing a lace and floral apron and holding a spatula, she doesn't have the oily smoke of ordinary women who are usually spinning around the pot table, but instead has a special kind of tenderness.

To be able to marry such an excellent woman among thousands of troops, apart from my wealthier family background than others, the more important reason is fate and love.

"Chu Xiang." The higher-pitched voice showed his wife's anger at this time, "Did you hear what I just told you? It's been so long."

"If you really know what to do, then come and help cook."

"I heard it, I heard it, it's just that if I thought about exercising just now, I would sweat all over, and then I have to wash it, which is troublesome, and it also delayed eating, so I have some concerns."

I hastily stepped forward with a flattering smile, "I'd better come to help you with your work. You'll be busy all the time when you get up early in the morning, so don't tire yourself out."

"Humph!"

My wife glared at me lightly, the anger on her face melted away at some point, leaving only a smile.

"My dear lady, what can I do?"

"You can only eat and do something."

"Now that you've said that, let me see what I can eat, um... this is... chopped pepper fish head, where did you buy the synthetic fish? There is such a good thing today, it's you I must try it first.”

"Get out, you messed up all the good dishes, why don't you go to the toilet to be dazed..."

"I've already come in, it's too late for me to go out..."

"Chu Xiang!"

"I'll just take a bite, just take a bite... Don't do anything, Chunyue, can't I go out?"

(End of this chapter)