Doomsday Control (unedited)

Chapter 68

He Sen also laughed inexplicably, "That's right. It's a pity that we don't have this fate. As soon as the leader of the Lin family got the territory, he immediately turned his back and refused to recognize anyone. What can we do?"

"Hmph, maybe this time Lao Zhang was kidnapped, it was all planned by Lin and Gu Ze. I said that Lieyang didn't go anywhere and evacuated directly to Z City. It turns out that they had colluded for a long time. Let's It's a good thing, I've used someone as a shield for nothing and I haven't reaped the benefits yet."

"That's right." He Sen responded, his expression as usual.

After the second in command left, he slowly put down the telegram in his hand, with an expression that seemed relieved.

It would be nice if Zhang Hong died, so that there would be no more short-sighted people making trouble to move elsewhere in the near future. He has finally seen through it. Today is different from the past. What can a ragtag group of people under his command, with neither an army nor weapons, accomplish? Even supplies depended on him cooperating with the military to rule the base in the name of the country so that there would be no shortage. But if they move to bases where there are no troops stationed and are simply ruled by superpower groups, their temporary government may not even have the sole purpose. In the last days, except for the old foxes in the military who want both face and dignity and try to legitimize their rule, who else cares about the country being in power? More importantly, when he goes to other bases, He Sen can still securely keep his position as top leader. status? There are many people under him who are eager to take the position of the top leader, so it is better for Zhang Hong to die.

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Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. Early this morning, Ruan Ning started working without touching the ground. Even Lin Yuehuan, who had always been sitting in the study room waiting for food and drink, was pulled into adulthood.

Ruan Ning is from the south. According to their customs, rice cakes are a must during the Chinese New Year. Rice cakes are homophonic to "niangao" and mean promotion every year. However, although rice cakes have a good meaning, they are not so convenient to make.

To make Babao New Year Cake, the glutinous rice is washed and soaked in water for 24 hours before being steamed in a drawer. After taking it out, Lin Yuehuan, a strong laborer at home, mashes it with a wooden stick and spreads it to cool. To be honest, Lin Yuehuan, who has always been gentle and polite, The boss rolled up his sleeves and pounded rice cakes with a big wooden stick, which made him feel happy.

While Boss Lin was pounding rice cakes hard, Ruan Ning quickly prepared sugar, sesame seeds, grape gān, winter melon strips and other raw materials and mixed them to make the filling. Then he brushed a layer of lard on the square plate and spread it on top of Boss Lin's pounded rice cakes. Put the glutinous rice into each layer and add an appropriate amount of fillings. Place three layers in total and steam them in a pot. Finally, cut them into small pieces with a knife and arrange them on the plate. You are done.

Boss Lin, who was in contact with the kitchen for the first time, felt quite proud when he looked at the colorful pastries neatly stacked on the plate. This was the result of his hard work of waving the wooden stick thousands of times. When Ruan Ning wasn't paying attention, he reached out and took out a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. Well, it was soft, glutinous, sweet and quite delicious, so his wife was said to be very handy. Here's another piece.

The tiger watched eagerly as his father put those beautifully colored snacks into his mouth one by one, and screamed with itch to indicate that he wanted to try them too.

"You want to eat too? Okay, I'll give you a taste too. Your little dad's craftsmanship is so good." Boss Lin picked up another piece casually. Just as he was about to feed it to his dog son, he felt a sharp gaze fixed on him. In his hands.