Deep Space Fleet

Many of them are relatively simple foods such as Kanto, and you can cook them in a pot of soup, and some are ethnic foods. However, for the current conditions, this kind of thing is already delicious enough.

Zhang Yuan ate a meatball that he didn't usually like to eat into his stomach, and with that spiciness, he directly dipped into his throat, and almost burst into tears.

Maybe it is because the chili oil of Chaotianjiao is a bit too hot, or maybe some other reason ...

How long ago did he have this taste last time?

"Well, I'm good at cooking! I made these fishballs by myself." Lin Xuanxuan asked with a smile, her eyes glaring at him.

Zhang Yuan didn't know what to say, the taste was quite average, no matter how the **** were made.

However, the food made by myself, and cooked in chili water, seems to bring a different feeling, the taste is a bit different.

That feeling is simply ...

soul!

"Very good, it's just a bit spicy!" Then he wiped the sweat on his face involuntarily.

This spicy taste made him indistinguishable from other flavors.

In other words, eating itself is not a taste, but a nostalgia for the hometown ...

Each place has its own taste. Northwest is the taste of lamb and knife noodles. Dashan is the taste of pork dumplings wrapped in pork. Sichuan is a rolling red oil shine. Jiangnan is the sweet and delicate lotus root filled with the aroma of glutinous rice. .

This spiciness is not the taste of his real hometown, but it is enough to be mourning. Because all the earth, it is already a big hometown. Even if you eat pasta ... it is also a taste of hometown.

"That Chaotian pepper is really spicy. It should be used in the botanical garden. It can be used for many years at a time ... Yes, are you a girl from Sichuan and bring a bottle of chili oil to the spaceship?"

"Guess, guess ..." Lin Xuanxuan's face was flushed, and she had been smoked by this spicy taste.

"I don't think so, you're so scared!"

"Aren't I like a hot girl? Ha!"

After a while, the big troops came.

I heard that Mr. Zhang Yuan, who is "generous and hospitable," wants to invite everyone to dinner, and everyone's interest is very high. Especially when walking into the cafeteria, many people in Xia Guo had smelled the familiar taste and showed an interested expression.

All dinners are buffet style. Of course, you can also choose to do it yourself and get plenty of food.

At this moment, almost everyone thinks that it is not a dish made by a certain star hotel or a certain chef, but the smell of hometown in childhood.

Many people are eating and chatting together. The overall atmosphere is very good.

"It's too spicy, it's too spicy, I really don't understand why you masochistic. According to scientific research, spicy is really a toxin!" John ran over and said with sweat.

"I want some sugar, is there any sugar!"

All the faces he ate swelled, his tongue stuck out, and there was no way to retract.

"Who said to eat just for health? To eat, just to taste." Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "John, enjoy the food ... Xia Guoren's food variety is much richer than yours."

"That ... black rice is really good. It would be even better if we could add a little curry. Unfortunately, no curry, sorry."

"Curry bibimbap?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yuan couldn't agree with this guy's life taste.

The atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic. Everyone seems to have not experienced such a enthusiastic scene for a long time. Even some people who don't like enthusiasm based on blueprints enjoy it quite.

"Quiet, everyone be quiet!"

A young man suddenly yelled in excitement, "Please, please ... Ms. An Feifei will perform a show for everyone."

A girl seemed to have failed in the "Great Adventure" game, gathered her courage to step on the stage, and sang an ancient song with a blush.

"Feeling stops at my fingertips, like a moment of freezing time.

Remember to look at my firm eyes, maybe there is no tomorrow.

Facing the vast sea of ​​stars, we are as small as dust ... "

There is no accompaniment, just an oratorio.

The singer's level is not bad, the light voice echoed in the heart of everyone, so that everyone stopped talking.

Zhang Yuan lifted his head.

Together outside the light year, most of the same kind are in deep sleep, maybe tomorrow will be an unawakened dream.

Three thousand years is too short, just a short moment of the universe.

Three thousand years is too long, and maybe even after awakening, even the human civilization behind has disappeared.

I don't know why, Zhang Yuan felt a bit of bitterness in his heart.

If he is hypocritical, he is already over 200 years old. According to his real age, he is also 27 years old. He has experienced enough things and is no longer a ignorant student who just graduated.

But now, a little food, once gathered, can make him feel a taste called happiness, which was unimaginable before.

Maybe, floating in the vast universe, and relying on this mother ship for life, do not know their ultimate fate, nor do they know the future direction.

1.2 light years away, although there are more of the same kind, but they have not belonged to the same era.

Never again, that pretty and rough world.

This feeling of loneliness, without personal experience, may never really know.

The singer finished a song, bowed, and stepped down.

Poppy!

There was applause.

Immediately afterwards, someone spontaneously stepped onto the stage and played a "Childhood Memory" with a harmonica.

I was thinking back in my mind when I was young. I remember that when I was young, my dad liked to play some pure music at home.

Now in this lonely little environment, suddenly hearing this song really reminds me of a lot of things buried in the depths of memory, happy and sad ...

Next, another young man came to power ~ www.readwn.com ~ and performed his basketball skills.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xu Kun. I am a tenth-level staff member of the Communication Department, and I like singing, jumping, playing basketball, r ..."

"!"

"Shh!" A whistle sounded from the audience.

To be honest, because he hasn't played basketball for a long time, the boy's skills are a bit bad, but the slightly funny performance brings a happy atmosphere.

These performers are voluntary, and Zhang Yuan feels that his palms are a little red.

Three hours later, the dinner was over in a happy atmosphere.

Overall, the dinner was quite exciting and nothing happened.

Many guys who were always stubborn also once burst into smiles. Anyway, get together, make more friends, there is no harm in returning ... <