Many are relatively simple foods like Kanto Cooking, which can be cooked in a pot of soup, and some are ethnic foods. However, for the current conditions, this kind of thing is delicious enough.

Zhang Yuan ate a meatball that he didn't like to eat very much. The spicy smell choked into his throat and almost burst into tears.

Maybe it's because the chili oil of Chaotian pepper is really too spicy, or maybe it's for some other reason...

How long ago did he last taste this?

"How is it, I have a good cooking skills! I made these fish balls by myself." Lin Xuanxuan asked with a smile, her eyes dripping at him.

Zhang Yuan didn’t know what to say, but the taste was actually quite average, and no matter how much the meatballs were, they would just be like that.

However, the food I made myself, and after cooking it in chili water, seemed to have a different feeling, and the taste was a little different.

That feeling is simply...

soul!

"It's very good, it's just a little spicy!" As he said that, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his face.

This spicy taste made him unable to tell the other flavors.

In other words, what you eat is not the taste, but the attachment to your hometown...

People from all places have their own taste. The northwest is the taste of mutton and knife-cut noodles, the Shandong is the taste of bun dumplings wrapped in pork, the Sichuan is a pot of rolling red oil, and the Jiangnan is the sweet and exquisite lotus root stuffed with the aroma of glutinous rice.

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

"That pineapple is so spicy. It should be more common in the botanical garden. It can be used for many years to cultivate it at one time... By the way, are you a girl from Sichuan? You also bring a bottle of chili oil onto the spaceship?"

"Guess, guess..." Lin Xuanxuan's face was flushed, and she was already so hot that she was so spicy that she was so hot.

"I think it shouldn't be the case, you are so afraid of spicy food!"

"Don't I look like a hot girl? Ha!"

After a while, the large army arrived.

Hearing that Mr. Zhang Yuan, who was "generous and hospitable", wanted to invite everyone to dinner, everyone was very interested. Especially when he walked into the cafeteria, many former Xia people smelled the familiar smell and showed an interesting expression.

The whole dinner takes the form of a buffet, and of course you can also choose to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

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

Many people ate and chatted together, and the overall atmosphere was very good.

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

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

His whole face swelled as he ate, and his tongue was spitting outside, and he had no way to retract.

"Who said eating is just for health? Eating is just for taste." Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "John, enjoy the food... The food varieties of Xia people are much richer than those on your side."

"That... the black rice is really good, it would be even better if you could add a little curry. Unfortunately, it's a pity that there is no curry."

“Curry bibimbap?”

"yes!"

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

The atmosphere is getting more and more lively. It seems that everyone hasn't experienced such a lively scene for a long time. Even some people who didn't like the lively scene were quite enjoyable.

"Quiet, everyone, calm down!"

A young man suddenly shouted excitedly, "Please invite... Ms. An Feifei performs a program for everyone."

A girl seemed to have failed to play the "Big Adventure" game, and mustered up the courage to go on stage, and sang an ancient song with red face.

“Feeling the tip of my fingertips, like the instant 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, it is just a cappella.

The singer's level is pretty good, and his light voice echoed in everyone's hearts, making everyone stop talking.

Zhang Yuan raised his head.

When we gathered outside the light years, most of our kind are in a deep sleep. Perhaps tomorrow will be a dream that cannot wake up.

Three thousand years are too short, it is just a short moment in the universe.

Three thousand years are too long, and maybe when you wake up, even the human civilization behind you will disappear.

For some reason, Zhang Yuan felt a sense of bitterness in his heart.

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

But now, a little food can make him feel a taste called happiness by gathering together, which was unimaginable before.

Maybe, floating in the vast universe, dependent on this mothership for life, not knowing his ultimate destiny or his future direction.

1.2 light years later, although there are more similar people, they are no longer in the same era as them.

I will never go back to that beautiful and rough world.

This feeling of loneliness, I have never experienced it myself, and may never really know it.

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

Slap sex!

Applause was thunderous.

Immediately afterwards, someone spontaneously went on stage and played a song "Childhood Memories" with a harmonica.

Memories of my youth come to my heart. I remember when I was a child, my dad likes to play some pure music at home.

Now in this lonely little environment, I suddenly heard this song, which really reminds people of many things buried deep in my memory, both happy and sad...

Next, another young man 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 to sing, dance, play basketball, rap..."

“musi!”

"Shh!" A whistle sounded from the audience.

To be honest, because of not playing basketball for a long time, the boy's skills are really bad, but the slightly funny performance brings a joyful atmosphere.

These performers were all voluntarily, and Zhang Yuan felt that his palms were a little red.

Three hours later, the dinner ended in a cheerful atmosphere.

Overall, the dinner was quite pleasant and nothing happened.
Chapter completed!