I became a member of the ancient gods

Chapter 209 Wasteland Company’s Technical Strength

"Don't I understand? Just chop up the meat and eggs, mix them, add various seasonings and cook them." Fran whispered, glancing at Lin Zhong, "If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. "

After hearing this, Lin finally reached out his hand, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth.

"It's okay, except that the seasoning is a bit mixed, the heat is a bit too high, the ingredients are a bit impurity, the texture is a bit strange, the taste is a bit bitter, the color is a bit ugly... everything else is pretty good." Lin Zhong commented.

"Is there any merit after what you said?" Fran heard Lin Zhong's sarcasm keenly.

"It's really not bad, at least as far as food is concerned." Lin Zhong said with a smile.

"Then you want to eat more?" Fran suggested, holding the bowl in front of Lin Zhong.

"No, you've tasted enough, take it down." Lin Zhong waved his hands repeatedly.

"Humph." Fran put the bowl back angrily.

"Brother Zhong, do you want to dump it?" Wan Jin tried to ask Lin Zhong for instructions.

"It's a big sin to waste food these days. Franzhen will treat it with digestive juice and feed it to me later," Lin Zhi replied.

"Forget it, I did it myself and I will solve it myself." Fran replied angrily.

"Don't be angry. It's my fault that I didn't consider in time that you couldn't understand the recipe. Let me help you now." Lin Zhong also rolled up his sleeves and wanted to join the kitchen.

"Brother Zhong, it's a bit hard for three people standing here to stretch their hands..." Wan Jin complained softly.

"You just stand there and cook. Fran and I will handle the ingredients together. It will be quick." Lin Zhong quickly assigned the tasks.

A few minutes later, four dishes were placed on the table, canned fish stewed with tomatoes, fried shredded potatoes with sour sauce, braised pork made by Wan Jin, and the failed product that Fran treated with digestive juice.

In the era of disasters, this kind of food was considered a luxury even for ordinary residents in the sanctuary.

"Cooking is quite interesting, but it's really troublesome." Lin Zhong commented while cooking rice, "This fish has a lot of spines."

"Chew all of them, wouldn't it be good?" Fran said, taking a quick bite of each dish, "Delicious!"

"Your teeth are like a super crusher. Eat slowly and don't break the tableware!" Lin Zhi reminded, and then found that Wan Jin had been holding the bowl and watching them blankly without eating.

"What's wrong, Wan Jin, can't you eat? Fran will eat the whole table if you don't eat." Lin finally said, but Fran stepped on her under the table.

Wan Jin smiled when he heard this: "It's been a long time since we've been like this, cooking together in the kitchen and eating at the table. My mother and I used to do this too."

"Speaking of it this way, so do I." Lin Zhi looked at the rice in the bowl and suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he had experienced this kind of "eating at home" atmosphere.

It's really baffling. He used to eat and drink with his teammates in the canteen, and he and Fran and the others ate hazelnuts in the store in Chuxia Town, and they also made a fire and camped together in the wild, but this kind of sleeping together In a house, the feeling of cooking in the kitchen and everyone eating together is completely different.

Lin Zhong didn't know how to describe it. To put it bluntly, it felt like there was a special and stable atmosphere.

The last time I had such an experience was when my parents were still alive.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhong subconsciously looked at Fu Lan and Wan Jin.

After getting along day and night for a period of time, people will always adapt to each other's existence unconsciously, not to mention experiencing various dangers together.

If he left them now, especially Fran, he felt that he would probably become a little uncomfortable.

After being betrayed by Xu Zhongyi, he thought that he would never trust others easily again.But the facts told him that people rarely change easily, especially the way of life they are accustomed to.He has always been rarely alone. In the past, he had family, and later he had teammates.He always seeks to be surrounded by others.

When Fran said she wanted to leave with him, Lin Zhong actually didn't resist much, maybe not just because Fran had some use value for him.

"Thank you." He muttered unconsciously.

His voice was so soft that Wan Jin didn't hear it, but Fran captured it keenly.

"What are you thanking?" Fran paused before putting food into her mouth.

"Nothing." Lin Zhi smiled, stretched out his chopsticks, and was suddenly stunned.

There were not many dishes left on the table, and even the tomato fish stew soup was almost bottomed out.

"Brother Zhong, why were you in a daze just now? You've almost finished eating." Wan Jin whispered.

Just now Lin Zhong reminded Wan Jin to eat, but he was stunned unconsciously. In just one minute, the table was almost completely wiped out by Fran.

"Next time, be good and leave a few more bites for me." Lin Zhong smiled helplessly at Fran.

Then he suddenly heard his satellite phone ringing.

Lin finally picked up the phone and found that the person who contacted him was Wu Mian.

He connected the device, projected the image, and immediately saw Wu Mian wearing a mask.

"Hey bro, I want to inform you that what you asked for has been prepared." With his unique cheerful voice, Wu Mian waved to Lin Zhong.

"So fast?" Lin was finally surprised.

After he contacted Faceless, Wasteland Company sent a small aircraft to the handover point, and then Lin finally handed the beam gun to the aircraft and ordered it to return - this was just the day before yesterday, and now Faceless told him about the replica and The ammunition is all made.

"It's just a matter of practice. There is no technical difficulty for Wasteland's weapons development department. This is the technical strength of Wasteland Company!" Faceless' voice was somewhat proud, and he gave Lin Zhong a thumbs up.

"I have arrived in Chuxia Town now. When can you send me the things?" Lin Zhong asked.

"We have determined your location through your satellite phone signal. The delivery aircraft is already in Chuxia Town, probably right above your head. If the location is correct, it can be delivered now, door-to-door!" Wu Mian replied .

"So fast? So you can still track my location after I'm on the phone with you?" Lin Zhong was quite surprised.

"This kind of thing is not technically difficult. Don't doubt the technical strength of Wasteland Company!!" Faceless gave a proud thumbs up again.

"Then deliver it." Lin Zhong stood up and prepared to go out and take a look.

"Okay!" As soon as Wu Mian finished his words, Lin Zhong heard a "pop" sound, the window of the apartment room shattered, and a cargo capsule broke through the glass and flew into the room, scaring Wan Jin to scream.

Lin Zhong subconsciously warned and activated precognition, but found that this thing did not seem to be dangerous.

He suddenly reacted and glared at Wu Mian in the communication screen: "How did you deliver the goods!?"

"Uh... I'm really sorry. Our flying transport currently doesn't seem to be able to identify glass at long distances, and errors will occur at certain angles." Faceless replied with some embarrassment.

"Is this the technical strength of Wasteland Company?" Lin Zhong said expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)