Deep Space Planet Leader

Many are relatively simple foods like oden, just boil them in a pot of soup, and some are ethnic foods. However, for the current conditions, this thing is delicious enough.

Zhang Yuan ate a meatball that he doesn't like to eat very much in his stomach. With the spicy taste, he choked directly into his throat and almost burst into tears.

Perhaps because the chili pepper oil is a bit too spicy, or for other reasons...

How long ago was the last time he had this taste? Of it?

"How about, my cooking skills are good! I made these fish balls by myself." Lin Xuanxuan asked with a smile, looking at him with a pair of eyes.

Zhang Yuan doesn't know how to say it, the taste is actually quite average, and the meatballs are just like that no matter how you make them.

However, the food made by hand, and after being boiled in chili water, seems to have a different feeling, and the taste is a bit different.

That kind of feeling, is simply...

Soul!

"Very good, but a bit spicy!" As he said, he couldn't help wiping the sweat off his face.

The spiciness made him unable to distinguish the other flavors.

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

People in different places have their own tastes. The northwest is the taste of mutton and slicing noodles. Shandong is the smell of steamed dumplings wrapped in pork, Sichuan is a pot of red oily, Jiangnan is sweet and delicate lotus root stuffed with the aroma of glutinous rice.

Although this spiciness is not the taste of his real hometown, it is nostalgic enough. Because the whole of Earth is already a big hometown, even if you eat pasta...it can be regarded as the taste of hometown.

"The chili pepper is really hot, it should be grown in a variety of botanical gardens. It can be cultivated at once for many years... By the way, are you a girl from Sichuan, and bring a bottle of chili oil on top spaceship?"

"Guess it, guess it..." Lin Xuanxuan's face was flushed, she was already too hot by the spiciness.

"I don’t think it should be, you are so afraid of spicy food!"

"Isn’t I like a spicy girl? Ha!"

After a while, big The troops are here.

I heard that Mr. Zhang Yuan, who is "generous and hospitable", wants to invite everyone to dinner, and everyone is very interested. Especially when they walked into the cafeteria, many former Xia Country people smelled the familiar smell and showed interest.

The entire dinner takes the form of a buffet, of course, you can also choose to do it yourself, with plenty of food and clothing.

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

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

"It's too hot, too hot, I really don't understand why you abuse yourself. According to scientific research, hotness is actually a toxin!" John ran over and brow beaded with sweat. Said.

"I want to eat some sugar, do you have any sugar!"

The whole face he ate was swollen, his tongue stuck out, and there was no way to retract it.

"Who said eating is only for health? Eat only for the taste." Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "John, enjoy the food...Xia Country people’s food items are comparable to you It’s a lot richer over there."

"The...black rice is indeed very good. If you can add a little curry, it would be even better. Unfortunately, there is no curry, what a pity."

"Curry bibimbap?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yuan really can't agree with this guy's taste in life.

The atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic. It seems that everyone hasn't experienced this kind of lively scene for a long time. Even some people who didn't like the bustling originally enjoyed it.

"Quiet, everyone quiet!"

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

A girl seemed to have failed to play the "Adventure" game. She plucked up the courage to come to the stage and sang an old song with a blushing face.

"Feel the fingertips stopped at my origin, like instant frozen time.

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

In the face of the vast Star Sea, we are as small as dust..."

There is no accompaniment, just a cappella.

The level of the singer is not bad, and the light voice echoed in the hearts of everyone, making everyone stop talking.

Zhang Yuan lifts the head.

Gathering away light-years away, the overwhelming majority of the same kind are all in a deep sleep, maybe tomorrow is a dream that can't be awakened.

Three thousand years are too short, but only a short moment of the universe.

Three thousand years are too long, maybe even the human civilization in the rear disappears when I wake up.

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

If you count the false age, he is already more than two hundred years old. According to the true 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 together, can make him feel a kind of happiness called happiness, which was unimaginable before.

Perhaps, floating in the vast universe, relying on this mothership for life, do not know his ultimate destiny, and do not know the future direction.

1.2 light years away, although there are more of the same kind, they are no longer in the same era.

I will never return to that beautiful and rough world.

This feeling of loneliness, I have not experienced it personally, and may never really know it.

The singer bowed after singing a song and stepped down.

pa pa pa!

The applause was thunderous.

Immediately afterwards, someone spontaneously came to the stage and played a song "Childhood Memories" on the harmonica.

The memories of when I was young came in my heart. I remember that when I was young, father 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 deep in memory, happy and sad...

Next, another youngster came on stage and performed his basketball skills.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xu Kun, I am a Level 10 staff member of the communications department. I like singing, dancing, playing basketball, rap..."

"music!"

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"Shh!" A whistle sounded from the audience.

speak frankly, because he hasn’t played basketball for a long time, the boy’s skills are a bit terrible, but his slightly funny performance brings a joyful atmosphere.

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

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

In general, the dinner was quite pleasant, and nothing happened.

Many guys who always have a straight face also burst into smiles for a while. Anyway, it doesn’t hurt to get together and make more friends...