Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 49 "Fried" French Fries

Fu Yunhe doesn't quite understand the word "fried" and what kind of cooking method it should be.

The "explosion" in his mind is an earth-shattering action. Is it necessary to fry the pot once?

He stood aside and watched Nian Shutong walk to the newly built small kitchen with a basin of potato chips in it.

Before she could take the next step, she heard the sound of rubble beside her.

It's not that he is not afraid of rubble, but his strong genetic instinct makes him must carry out science popularization.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, when the soil is saturated with a certain amount of water, it will produce a large amount of gas when it is heated. This gas contains carbon and large particles of dust that have not been completely burned, which is harmful to human health to a certain extent."

The word "injury" was swallowed by him before the rubble was finished.

"What's there?" Nian Shutong seemed to be looking at the rubble curiously, but a flame shot out from the palm of his other hand, which ignited the entire flue, and saw that the flue above, which was supposed to be wet, dried up in the blink of an eye.

"There's nothing." The skeleton's mouth in the rubble turned into a straight line, took a few steps back, and turned back to his own garbage dump.

Work.

work hard.

Rubble works well, and rubble is very useful.

Rubble doesn't want to be baked rubble.

Fu Yunhe looked at the rubble that he had learned to adapt to the wind in just two days, and had to sigh that Nian Shutong was the best.

This woman is intimidating.

Nian Shutong dried the chimney, started a fire, and poured oil.

"The temperature of this oil should be [-]% hot." Nian Shutong pulled out a piece of firewood, making the fire a little bit smaller.

Fu Yunhe stood on the side, although it was a bit hot, but he was really serious about his study, and he didn't dare to take a step back.

"What is the degree of [-]% fever?"

At this time, Nian Shutong had already taken a wooden chopstick, shook it at Fu Yunhe and said, "Look at this chopstick, put one end of it into the oil pan, and if you can find dense small bubbles, it means it's up to temperature. "

"As it is now."

After Nian Shutong finished speaking, Fu Yunhe took a step forward to check, and took note of the state in his mind.

"The next step is to pour all the French fries in and fry them." Nian Shutong said fried four more times. How could she admit that she was wrong?Just make a mistake and make a mistake!
Since then, StarCraft has been "fried" all kinds of food.This style of cooking is known as "the worst" cooking.

But the present is not the point, she has already poured all the potato chips into it.

"After pouring it in, don't touch it in a hurry. Wait for a while, about 1 to 2 minutes, and then stir it gently with a spoon. This is to make the potato sticks set first, harder, and not stick together."

Following Nian Shutong's words, she had already picked up the potato sticks in the oil pan with a colander. She swung her wrist up and down, and the potato sticks in the colander clicked and were opened, turning into strips.

"Then continue frying until it reaches such a deep color, then fish out the potatoes and put them aside."

"Wait until the frying pan is heated again, then put these potato strips in and fry them for the second time."

While explaining, Nian Shutong operated, and made the fourth bomb, bomb, bomb.

Fu Yunhe felt as if he had returned to the battlefield, constantly bombing the Zerg.

"The first time is for frying, and the second time is for crisping. The second time only takes about 1 minute, and it can be taken out."

Nian Shutong flipped his wrist, and the colander accurately picked up the potato sticks and put them on the side dish.

"Okay, sprinkle a little salt on it, let it cool down and eat it."

Nian Shutong held the plate and looked at Fu Yunhe. At this time, Fu Yunhe's eyes were going straight.

This taste. This is the taste.

He finally met the smell that could restore his physique.

"Have you learned?"

"I have learned." Fu Yunhe nodded very solemnly, and assured him: "I have memorized every step. I just don't know how it will work in practice."

Nian Shutong put the plate in the kitchen, on top of the big rock she moved.

There was a crisp clang as the saucer hit the stone.

"It's okay, just practice more."

practice?
Means there are more, same potatoes.

Fu Yunhe couldn't help but roared wildly, but his face calmly assured him: "I will definitely practice hard."

(End of this chapter)