I became a member of the ancient gods

Chapter 208 Warm Picture
Lin finally returned to the room and immediately saw Fran and Wan Jin wearing aprons and busy in front of the stove.

In a trance, I suddenly had the illusion that I was now an ordinary resident of the asylum area, the kind with a family.

When he came home from a busy day at work, his wife and daughter were preparing dinner for him in the kitchen. White steam floated from the pot, the sound of water boiling could be heard, and the smell of spices and stew filled the room. .

But this extremely warm atmosphere only lasted for two seconds, and then he heard Wan Jin shout: "Sister Fulan, why did you chop the chopping board into pieces!?"

"Didn't you say all the food was cut into pieces?" Fran asked.

"But the cutting board is not food!" Wan Jin explained helplessly.

"This is made of wood, right? It's rich in lignin and cellulose. Why isn't it food?" Fran picked up a broken piece of a chopping board, put it in her mouth and chewed it.

Wan Jin was dumbfounded by this scene: "Normal people can't eat this..."

Lin finally returned to reality instantly and raised his hand to wipe his face: What was I thinking just now?
"I'm back." He said hello.

Fran's back froze when she heard the voice, and she turned to look at Lin Zhong: "Why are you so early?"

"It's already noon, so it's not too early. I'm very devoted to cooking." Lin Zhong replied, "What's the result?"

Based on Fran's hearing, Fran would have noticed when he came in. It could be seen that Fran's attention had just been on cooking.

"Uh... yes." Fran replied hesitantly.

"Why are you so unsure of your answer?" Lin Zhong said, moving his eyes to the table and found that a plate of braised pork was already on the table.

From Fran's tone, it seemed that the cooking was not going well.And just now she wanted to use the cutting board as food.

Could this thing be the legendary dark cuisine?
Lin Zhi took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and looked at it carefully. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with it from the appearance. He was mentally prepared that the taste of this thing might be terrible, and put it in his mouth.

"Not bad." He was deeply surprised.

The aroma of fat is rich, and the just right sauce aroma and sugar-colored sweetness have penetrated into the crispy burnt meat. This thing is definitely a thief.

"Flan, there was a moment. To be honest, I thought you had probably failed and were just about to watch the joke." Lin Zhong said, picking up another piece and putting it into his mouth, and then gave a thumbs up to Fran.

Fran held the frying spoon and said nothing with a sullen face, while Wan Jin stood next to her and looked at Lin Zhong with an embarrassed look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhong was a little confused about the two people's reactions.

After a while, Wan Jin spoke hesitantly: "Brother Zhong, I did that."

"Ah?" Lin Zhong's eyes widened.

"I made it according to the recipe." Wan Jin repeated.

"I see, your craftsmanship... is pretty good." Lin Zhong also smiled awkwardly.

In fact, when they were camping before, Wan Jin helped with the cooking, but the conditions and ingredients used during their camping trip did not leave much room for their cooking skills. He had never noticed what Wan Jin's cooking skills were.

"When my condition was stable, I often helped my mother cook. I started helping when I was eight years old." Wan Jin explained.

"It's quite sensible." Lin Zhong commented, and then carefully observed Fulan's expression, "Then... Fulan hasn't finished it yet?"

Fran looked away as soon as she heard this and muttered: "It's been done."

She hesitated for a moment, but finally took out the plate from the corner of the stove and put it on the table.

Lin Zhong was stunned when he saw what was on the plate. What was on the plate looked like a black gelatinous substance. He poked it with his chopsticks, then raised his head and asked, "Is this... black sesame pudding? Or is it aspic with a bunch of soy sauce? Is that on the menu?"

"Just taste it." Fran did not answer his question directly.

This is truly dark cuisine. It looks like this, but the taste is probably...

With mental preparation, Lin finally picked up a small piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

But to his great surprise, the food was not unpalatable.This black "pudding" melts in your mouth, and a special umami taste and indescribable fragrance spread in your mouth, although it is a little salty.

However, this smell felt very familiar to him.

"Flan." Lin Zhi looked at Fran.

"...What?" Fran was silent for a while before replying, her voice as low as a mosquito's hum.

"I think the ingredients on the recipe should not contain your digestive juices." Lin Zhong said seriously.

"..." Fran fell into silence completely.

No matter how this thing tastes, the seasoning is no different from those abyssal creatures that Fran used to prepare with digestive juices.

The taste cannot be said to be bad, because Fran's digestive juice has broken down the ingredients into nutrients that are easy to absorb, and has given it a unique fragrance.

But it feels like spraying ketchup on the food, where basically everything becomes the same flavor and only the base flavor of the food itself is different.

Lin Zhong couldn't figure out what it was before it was processed by the digestive juice. He just thought it was probably not as delicious as the meat made from abyssal creatures.

"So you failed, and then you used digestive juices to get through, right?" Lin Zhi roughly guessed what was going on, and gave Fran a wicked smile.

"So what." Fran curled her lips and gave up her defense completely.

Lin Zhi smiled and coughed, then imitated Fran's appearance before and said: "Don't underestimate me, I can easily handle living flesh... Hey, it's a joke! It's a joke!! Don't get excited!!"

His imitation show only lasted half a sentence before it was interrupted because Fran angrily stretched out two tentacles and aimed at Lin Zhong.

"It's not... because of you!" Fran glared at Lin Zhong.

"Hey, it's hard for me to convince you of this." Lin Zhong was amused by Fran.

"You didn't tell me earlier that those recipes are full of words!" Fran pointed towards the cookbooks.

"Ah." Lin Mo suddenly realized, and smiled embarrassedly, "I forgot, you don't know how to read, but you can ask Wan Jin to help you."

"I just wanted to try it myself first..." Fran muttered, "Wan Jin just spit it out after taking a bite."

"The taste reminds me of the medicine my mother gave me." Wan Jin added on the side.

"Actually, there is still one serving as it is. Do you want to eat it?" Fran took out another small bowl with a few jet black things in it.

"This is it?" Lin Zhong asked.

Fran looked at Wan Jin, and Wan Jin answered for Fran: "I read the recipe. Sister Fran originally wanted to make meat stuffed with green peppers."

"Isn't there no green pepper?" Lin Zhong frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)