Durin's Diary

Chapter 777 No Gu
Du Lin rolled his eyes and thought that feeding this kind of meat paste to the experimental race was really no different from raising a cat.

However, Du Lin did not recognize the letters on the other jar. Eleven scanned it for a while and made a somewhat uncertain conclusion.

This jar also contains pre-prepared dishes.

No way, what can be put in it? Is it turkey too?

Daju was very confused.

Uh... sorry, this jar does not contain turkey, but mashed potatoes. If I remember correctly, this jar should be the mashed potatoes prepared by the British Welsh researcher in the European Union for his sheep breeders.

Having said that, Eleven was silent for a moment.

May God, who has no business here, forgive his own clumsiness in creating man.

What's the meaning.

Du Lin asked curiously.

There’s a joke in the research center: potatoes can be made into a dish. The French can make potatoes into the aristocracy among potatoes, the Germans can make potatoes into the army among potatoes, and the British have definitely made potatoes into an inexplicable prison experience.

Does it mean it tastes bad?

Daju asked.

Yes, the British at the research center make boiled potatoes without salt, and they call it the taste of home.

Is it because of a lack of food in Britain?

Du Lin felt that if it was for survival, there was nothing wrong with eating boiled potatoes. Since it was all for survival, there was nothing shameful about eating like this.

No, it's just because the British like to do it.

Du Lin rolled his eyes - as an Oriental, he really couldn't understand a nation that regarded boiled potatoes as the taste of their homeland.

Even if this nation existed in the very distant past of another time.

The British are known for their ability to cook potatoes into all sorts of dishes, including deep-frying them into charred sticks using enough oil to instantly kill any healthy-eating advocate in a research center.

They perfectly inherited the DNA of the British weather: moist on the outside, hard as the hands of Big Ben on the inside. The accompanying ketchup tasted like a sweet and sour disinfectant concocted in a chemistry lab.

No, Eleven, you really didn’t criticize them.

Eleven didn't say anything and projected a picture.

Du Lin saw a box of grayish-white unknown substance. If he had to give it a description, it would be something between baby food and construction adhesive.

Is this... a potato?
Yes, mashed potatoes, that's what was once in this jar.

I think it is too cruel to even feed this to experimental subjects. I can't stand it.

Du Lin expressed his views on this.

In my opinion, turkey sauce can at least be eaten with rice. How could that Welshman in the UK actually eat it as a meal?

Yes, they ate this thing as a meal and wanted to invite Director Sun and others to eat with them. Every time, Director Sun rejected them in a very stern manner.

Eleven said this and gave another photo.

Daju fell silent as he looked at the potatoes in the picture that were arranged as neatly as pebbles.

These are frozen baked potatoes. Take them out of the freezer and microwave them for 20 minutes. Enough, Brother Eleven. I've finally understood why Director Sun doesn't like these dishes.

If Daju had tears, he would be in tears at this moment.

Du Lin understood this very well - if he ate this, he felt like he was going to die. Damn it, I've been eating Kung Pao Chicken, Spicy Tofu, Roast Duck, Dongpo Pork, Squirrel, Twice-Cooked Pork, Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs, Pork Tenderloin, Braised Pork with Preserved Vegetables, Cross-Bridge Rice Noodles, Crab Roe and Lion's Head for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen potatoes made like this.

Compared to this, Director Sun and his team even ordered cooking oil. They must want to teach the grassland elves how to cook.

Du Lin's question was immediately affirmed by Eleven.

That's right, Director Sun likes to cook with herself. She always takes good care of everyone in her research group. The grassland elves are the best cooks among all the experimental races. It's a pity that grassland elves generally don't make cooking their profession, otherwise the best chef in the world would be someone else.

After hearing this, Du Lin finally understood.

"These things must have been moved from a warehouse in the old era. Considering the principle of proximity, this warehouse is not far from Lille. My suggestion is to look for it. Maybe we can find the cultists' warehouse and look for some dirty things." Du Lin said to Colonel Chester beside him.

The latter nodded vigorously and said, "I will inform His Majesty and ask him to send troops to search the surrounding area."

Although Du Lin hated these idiots from the Clegane family, the things here were really under their control.

"By the way, these jars have been purified. Once the matter is done, you can hand them over to the Adventurer's Association. After all, they are relics from the old era." After giving the order, Durin left the scene with the little female dragon who came to watch the fun.

"Are you okay?" Looking at Lina, Du Lin was somewhat worried, but the girl said that as a silver dragon, this tiny virus had no effect on her at all.

"I'm a silver dragon. Actually, you don't have to worry about anything even if you're a candle dragon." Lina said as she looked at Du Lin curiously: "Do you recognize the words on it?"

"I know them. These two jars were used by the gods and people in the old era to store food." Du Lin said.

Then the little female dragon's eyes widened. "This is what the gods and people use to store food! It must be something very delicious! Otherwise, how could the gods and people of old use such a big jar to store it? Du Lin, can you make me some food?"

Du Lin looked at the girl's face full of anticipation, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Please." The little female dragon began to act coquettishly. She grabbed Durin's hands with both hands and began to shake them.

·Alas, it’s hard to persuade that damn ghost with good words, so just make her cook according to the recipe I gave her. At worst, you can use the lie detection function.

When Eleven said this, his sigh was full of regret and pity.

But there was reluctance in Daju's words.

But that's too unpalatable. How about we replace the turkey with another kind of chicken? Anyway, I don't think there are any turkeys on this land. As for the potatoes, they can be replaced with something else. After all, it's impossible for her to eat it all by herself, right?

As expected of Daju, he is mature and steady. What he said is right. Whether it is meat sauce or plant puree, the old Chinese also have ways to make these two dishes very delicious.

At least you really can't put these unpalatable foods on the table.

Thinking of this, Du Lin nodded: "No problem, when things here are finished, I will make more and we can eat together."

The little dragoness was extremely happy. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Du Lin. Then she asked in confusion, "Wait a minute, how come you've grown taller again?"

Du Lin thought about it and decided to tell a little lie.

"Maybe it's because I prefer drinking milk."

It's late at night now, and there's no need to worry about the man telling lies.

(End of this chapter)