Chapter 33 - potato addiction

Grate fresh potatoes into shreds—the grating tools come from someone’s kitchen in the community. A small carrot that has just been dug out of the ground and has not yet fully grown is shredded and placed in the same large bowl. Add salt, pepper, pepper powder, chopped dried green onion, flour, and finally add Appropriate amount of water and stir well.

Connect the electric baking pan to electricity—also provided free of charge by the residents of the community. Pour in some oil, put a tablespoon of adjusted potato paste into the pan, flatten it with a shovel or spoon, fry one side until it is shaped, then turn over and continue frying. After about three to five minutes, it will be completely cooked and ready to eat .

The crispy smell can be smelled clearly without eating. Wei Xuan hurriedly put a small piece into his mouth before it cooled down, and ate it while blowing. The crispy taste, salty The mild taste and the sweetness of shredded potatoes and shredded carrots filled his mouth completely, making him squint his eyes involuntarily: “…it’s more reliable to follow the recipe, but the first time you do it, you can get such a good result If I had known that before the apocalypse, I should be admitted to the chef school, I would have prepared for the post-apocalypse in advance.”

Muttering unrealistic fantasies, Wei Xuan killed the small potato cake with three strokes, and quickly put the remaining ingredients into the pan to fry, and looked at the person sitting opposite him with a smile. Du Hang, all of them felt regretful and half sighed: “It’s a pity that you can’t eat human food now, otherwise, how good would it be for the two of us to fry potato cakes every day and study potatoes in a hundred ways in the last days? Human flesh is as good as potatoes. Is it tasty?”

Du Hang didn’t blink his eyes, he just watched Wei Xuan’s movements, and didn’t seem to be greedy for the potato pancakes at all.

Once again, I felt the inconvenience of becoming a zombie—although I saved food, I also lost a lot of joy in enjoying life.

So Wei Xuan once again decided that although he would inevitably end up with the fate of becoming a zombie with Du Hang, he should enjoy life as much as possible and within conditions permitting while still living as a human being, at least The desire for tongue and tongue like now is absolutely indispensable.

Before the end of the world, he worked hard for work and life, and he lost a lot of fun in life. After the end of the world, if conditions permit, then he will naturally make his life better within the possible range, right?

After having the recipe, Wei Xuan can naturally use the materials at hand to make various improvements according to the general preparation methods of other dishes.

Just talking about this potato cake, he can chop up various materials collected in the early days of the end of the world, add them to the batter, and fry them together with potatoes to make potato cakes of various flavors. It’s better to change the taste every day than to eat those instant foods, isn’t it? And how many other potatoes are on the menu?

Think about it, in the last days, life like this seems to be fun and the desire to live hard, isn’t it?

With the in-depth development of the recipes, Wei Xuan’s recipes include cold potato shreds, vinegar potato shreds, hot and sour potato shreds, potato cakes of various flavors, potato croquettes, dry pot potato chips, and authentic potato stew , and even potato soup made with shredded potatoes and shredded carrots.

Although not every dish can be very successful in the first preparation, the finished product of all dishes is at least much stronger than the pot of potato stew he made on the first day—at least not full of peppercorns and cumin.

With these new ways to eat potatoes, the remaining instant noodles at home were thrown into limbo in an instant. Fortunately, Wei Xuan didn’t collect these things desperately at the beginning, and most of the things he got now were dug out from other people’s homes in the community. In addition, there are many durable foods such as potato chips and biscuits. But now these are piled up in the corner by Wei Xuan, and he only takes them with him when he is going to go out for a long time and needs to eat outside to replenish his calories.

After counting the number of fresh potatoes left in the house, and calculating the date when the next wave of potatoes will mature in the community, Wei Xuan checked the status of the sprouting potatoes stored there on the first floor, and made a decision—go out and plant potatoes!

Potatoes and carrots have been planted all over the vacant land he had harvested earlier. There are still many open spaces in the community that either have been planted with potatoes and carrots before, or are blocked by fallen debris and cannot be used. What’s more, Shang Weixuan was planning to grow more potatoes and carrots in the city. Now that he has developed a variety of new ways to eat potatoes, his enthusiasm for this work has naturally become more active—wait until he grows them at home. If the food is not enough to eat, then you can go out with a basket and wander around, and it doesn’t feel too good to be able to harvest a lot of food casually.

Thinking of doing it, so on the afternoon of the day when the decision was made, Wei Xuan and Du Hang squatted in the basement to cut potatoes, divided each sprouted potato into several portions, and put them in bags for use the next day.

After processing some of the germinated potatoes, Wei Weixuan dug out his map again, studied for a long time before deciding on the route for going out tomorrow – avoiding the haunted place of the weird girl zombie he met last time. That is to say, it is best not to go west tomorrow, but to move in any direction to the east, north, or south of the city.

If you go too far north, you will leave the urban area, but you can move more in the east and south. The only thing to consider is – is there enough open space for him to plant in those places?

With his eyes slightly closed, Wei Xuan tapped his fingers on the table one by one subconsciously. The rhythmic sound attracted Du Hang, who was also in the room, to transfer the realization to his hand. Those thin fingers were slender and Powerful, a series of rhythmic percussion sounds popped up on the desktop, as if it was something very interesting.

Wei Xuan still had his eyes closed at this moment, and after pondering in his mind for a while, he made a decision – go first and then talk! Leaving aside those open spaces before the apocalypse, aren’t those that were exposed when the earthquake cracked the ground? Anyway, in such a big place in the city, where can it be planted?

After setting the schedule, Wei Xuan patted the table lightly, put away his hands, and opened his eyes to see Du Hang looking at him. He lowered his head to look at himself with some doubts—the clothes are all well-dressed, and there is nothing like snowflakes on them. What is he looking at?

He shook his hand in front of Du Hang’s face, but Du Hang, like some animals before the end of the world, turned his eyes straight to the left and right following Wei Xuan’s palm movements.

Wei Xuan thought this look was very fun, so he simply played with his hands up, down, left, right, and in a circle…

One person and one zombie played very unnutritively for a long time before taking out the snowflakes for “dinner” and going to bed to rest and sleep.

In the dead of night, it was impossible and impossible for Du Hang to fall asleep. He opened his eyes in a room without a gleam of light. He didn’t move his body, but stretched out the arm that was not suppressed by Wei Xuan, and held Wei Xuan A hand grabbed it. Wei Xuan’s somewhat thin fingertips had calluses gradually worn out as he was busy in the apocalypse. Compared with Du Hang, whose strength has been strengthened a lot after turning into a zombie, such a hand is a little weaker. It can be broken by pinching. But it is so flexible that it can flexibly tap on the table to make things that Du Hang himself can’t do anyway.

Although weak, it is powerful in another sense.

Du Hang slowly grabbed that hand and put it near his mouth. His nose moved slightly, sniffing the smell that humans could not smell at all, and slowly, slowly closed his eyes—even if he closed his eyes, There is no difference at all from the daytime, but as long as there is this smell around him, he can calm down and settle down.

The morning sun is very good. If there are quilts and mattresses in the house that need to be dried, this kind of weather is the best—dry, full sun, and gentle breeze.

It’s just that the weather will become exposed to the sun at noon and afternoon, which makes people who have to go out busy very uncomfortable.

After getting up and washing up, Wei Xuan first checked the rations he had prepared yesterday and needed to carry when he went out today, and put them into his bag after checking that there was no problem. I just had breakfast, dressed myself and Du Hang—black baseball cap, black mask, gray coat, black and gray backpack, look jeans, black sneakers, three pairs of black magic gloves stuffed in my pocket…

Then put the weapons that the two usually carry when they go out into their respective belts and backpacks, and after checking left and right, the guard Xuan tied the ropes around the waists of the two of them and walked out of the house together.

The weather was fine, and the zombies in the community didn’t have the slightest adverse reaction to the bright sun, and they wandered around the community blankly.

Wei Xuan first took a look at the potatoes planted in the green space next to the other buildings—some of them were almost ripe, and he was addicted to eating them recently, so he would slowly dig them out after he finished his work this time.

In a good mood, he led his own zombie and walked to the gate of the community. The street outside was still bleak, and the zombies could occasionally hear some sounds accidentally made by the zombies in the city. Every time these unexpected sounds sounded, Wei Xuan would subconsciously stop and look in the direction of the sound.

However, because there are a lot of zombies around, Du Hang, who has been obediently by his side, has a far more sensitive sense of smell and vision than ordinary zombies, so it is easy to know whether those movements are made by zombies or humans. judged from the body.

Moreover, even ordinary zombies will directly ignore the natural sounds made by the same kind, so whether there are humans appearing or not, just look at the surrounding zombies and you can guess that it is almost the same.