dognovel Chapter 70: Using an antimatter engine to cook hot pot, all sorts of food-loving beauties are drooli
Chapter 70: Using an antimatter engine to cook hot pot, all sorts of food-loving beauties are drooli
Lin Xian looked at the female criminal on the monitor screen who was so hungry she was gnawing on tree bark, and casually turned off the holographic projection.
A gust of autumn wind, carrying withered yellow leaves, blew into the floating living room through the half-open window, making the blueprints on the anti-corrosion wooden table rustle.
He touched his somewhat shrunken belly and pulled the thin summer blanket over his chest.
The weather has definitely gotten cooler this autumn; I really want to eat something hot and steaming to warm my stomach.
Xia Anran had just come out of the kitchen carrying a plate of washed fruit when she overheard Lin Xian's lazy complaint.
A glint of excitement flashed in her large, watery almond-shaped eyes, and she quickly placed the fruit plate on the jade tabletop.
Brother Xian, the weather is getting cooler, which is perfect for hot pot. It would be so lively if everyone gathered around the courtyard to eat hot pot.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, two big stars who usually talk about maintaining their figures, swallowed their saliva in unison when they heard the word "hot pot".
They didn't even bother to peel off the nano-hydrating masks on their faces, and unanimously voted in favor of the proposal.
As the head chef of the manor, Yan Guhong turned around and headed to the super freezer in the logistics warehouse when he heard that they wanted to eat hot pot.
This former top female assassin managed to drag out a mutated polar lobster the size of half a millstone from the freezer.
She also casually pulled out a whole strip of top-grade Wagyu beef that the system had just given her as a sign-in bonus yesterday; the marble-like snowflake pattern looked incredibly tempting.
Yan Guhong spun a beautiful knife in mid-air with his titanium alloy cleaver, slicing the Wagyu beef into translucent slices as thin as cicada wings.
Zhou Bapi, along with several security guards, quickly set up a huge rosewood round table on the constant-temperature lawn.
They somehow found an old-fashioned cloisonné copper pot and placed it neatly in the center of the table.
The copper pot was filled with crystal-clear deep-sea spring water, with a few red mutated goji berries and chopped scallions floating on the surface.
Xia Anran found a pile of charcoal and stuffed it into the stove at the bottom of the copper pot, then fanned it vigorously with a large palm-leaf fan.
Her fair and innocent face was covered in black marks from the charcoal ash, making her look like a little kitten that had just come back from mining coal.
However, the ordinary charcoal fire was too weak, only emitting a choking black smoke, and it took a long time to heat up the pot of spiritual spring water.
The density of the mutated food far exceeds that of ordinary food. If we wait for the water to boil, everyone will probably be starving by now.
Lin Xian, wearing his ever-popular nine-yuan flip-flops, walked to the copper pot and reached out to test the water temperature.
This broken charcoal won't cook that armored lobster even by tomorrow morning. I think you guys just want to make me drink a bellyful of cold water.
He kicked the charcoal basket next to him with disdain, then turned and strolled down the holographic light guide stairs into the underground hangar.
In the corner of the hangar sat a nuclear-powered mech that had just been scrapped during the farming competition yesterday, its outer shell still covered in mud.
Lin Xian took out a quantum wrench from the toolbox and quickly disassembled the mecha's chest armor plate.
He pulled a miniature antimatter engine, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, from the complex wiring with his bare hands.
If this thing were placed in the outside world, even a tiny leak of its energy could level the entire Qingshui County.
Lin Xian, however, treated the antimatter engine like an ordinary power bank, casually wiping it off on his trouser leg.
Tang Wu happened to be passing by the hangar with the testing equipment when she saw what Lin Xian was holding. She paused for a moment, and the testing probe hit her foot without her crying out in pain.
Boss, that's an antimatter core at the microscopic annihilation level. Why did you take it apart?
Lin Xian didn't even glance at her, yawning as he stepped over the scattered cables on the ground and slowly walked upstairs.
Use it to cook hot pot. That broken charcoal fire can't even cook an egg properly; it's a complete waste of my mealtime.
Tang Wu stared blankly at Lin Xian's departing figure, feeling as if the string of common sense in her mind had snapped completely.
She tried to tuck the stray hairs behind her ears three times but couldn't manage it, and stumbled after Lin Xian as they ran towards the lawn in the backyard.
Zhong Xiaoai was recording data about the mutated peach tree on the lawn in a small notebook when she saw the azure core in Lin Xian's hand, and her gold-rimmed glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.
This is practically using a spaceship's power source as a gas stove; the phrase "a complete waste of resources" doesn't even begin to describe this extravagant behavior.
Lin Xian walked to the round table and kicked the charcoal stove, which was still emitting black smoke, aside.
He carefully placed the antimatter engine, which was radiating deadly energy, under the base of the copper pot.
He casually typed a few lines of limiting code on the holographic control panel, locking the engine's output power at one in a hundred million.
A pure, unblemished, azure flame of energy silently licked the bottom of the copper pot from the engine nozzle.
Without even half a second of preheating time, the entire pot of icy deep-sea spring water instantly erupted into a violent boil.
White, ethereal mist churned on the water's surface, and bubbling bubbles, carrying a refreshing fragrance, soared into the sky.
Yan Guhong seized the opportunity and poured a large plate of sliced polar lobster sashimi and Wagyu beef into the boiling pot.
The intense blue high-temperature energy penetrated the copper wall, causing these tough, mutated ingredients to change color in a second.
The shrimp meat curled into an enticing pinkish-white color, while the beef exuded a rich, oily aroma that instantly filled the entire floating manor.
Mu Xiaotian swallowed hard, gripping her chopsticks tightly, her eyes fixed on the meat in the pot like radar.
Chu Yiyi had long since thrown away the reserve of a female celebrity, holding a bowl of dipping sauce, ready to launch the first round of meat-clamping assault at any moment.
Without any hesitation, Lin Xian stretched out his chopsticks and swiftly and accurately picked up the first piece of perfectly cooked Wagyu beef and put it into his mouth.
The abundant juices burst on his tongue, mixed with the sweet taste of the spiritual spring water, making him so comfortable that he couldn't help but squint his eyes.
It's delicious. The antimatter engine's temperature control is indeed precise, much better than those Michelin-starred restaurants that charge thousands of dollars per meal.
As soon as the boss started eating, the girls launched into a fierce, albeit silent, battle for the meat.
Isabella, the heiress of a North American tycoon, clumsily tried to use chopsticks to scoop meat out of the pot, sweating profusely with frustration.
Su Xiaoxiao, however, was quick-witted and focused on the plump lobster legs, eating until her cheeks were bulging like a little squirrel.
Su Qinghan sat down with a glass of red wine, watching the group of crazy girls arguing heatedly over a piece of meat, a helpless smile playing on her lips.
She gracefully extended her chopsticks, picked up a piece of blanched green vegetable, and ate it slowly, displaying the dignified demeanor of a head housekeeper.
Even the usually cold and ruthless Imperial Guard Liu Rushuang couldn't resist joining the fight for the meat, and even used ancient martial arts grappling techniques to snatch a piece of tripe.
Tang Wu and Zhong Xiaoai, these two research fanatics, were eating hotpot while keeping an eye on the azure flame at the bottom of the pot and recording data.
Ma Hualong and Zhou Bapi, along with a group of security guards, squatted on the steps in the distance, eating the several plates of meat that Lin Xian had given them, their faces glistening with happiness.
Zhou Bapi wiped the red oil from the corner of his mouth and gave Ma Hualong a big thumbs up.
Mr. Ma, after eating this antimatter hotpot, I feel like I could kill a tiger with one punch. I guess I haven't lived in vain.
Ma Hualong nodded in deep agreement, feeling that all the sea cucumbers and abalone he had eaten while doing business in Shanghai were industrial waste.
Everyone gathered around the hearty hotpot, enjoying their meal, their laughter echoing through the mutated peach blossom forest.
The chill of early autumn was completely dispelled by the steaming hot pot, and the atmosphere in the manor became even more intimate as they scrambled for the food.
Lin Xian ate until his forehead was slightly sweaty, then leaned back in his chair, loosened the collar of his white shirt, and enjoyed the pleasant breeze on his face.
He had just used chopsticks to scoop a piece of mutated black tripe, now perfectly bristled, from the scalding hot red oil.
The tripe, dipped in minced garlic and sesame oil to cut through the richness, exudes an irresistible and tempting color.
Just as he opened his mouth, ready to put the spoils into his mouth and savor them.
His smartphone, which was in the pocket of his floral-patterned shorts, suddenly emitted a piercing ringtone at an extremely inopportune moment.
Lin Xian frowned, his hand holding the condiment bowl hovering in mid-air, his face showing his displeasure at being disturbed while eating.
He took out his phone and glanced at the screen. The caller ID displayed the name Liu Jianming, his high school class monitor.
Lin Xian pressed the answer button, but before he could speak, a greasy and boastful male voice came from the other end of the phone.
Lin Xian, I heard you were laid off from a big company and went back to your hometown to farm. As an old classmate, I feel sorry for you.
This weekend I've organized a class reunion for the whole class in your Qingshui County, and I'll also take everyone on a trip to the countryside in my brand new BMW.
Just find any farmhouse in the village to treat us, and I'll cover the whole bill. Consider it a way of helping out a jobless person like you.