I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

Demon Soldier A frantically shook his head, "My lord, it's not three but two..."

Qian Moye frowned, "Then what is the other one doing?"

Demon Bing B interjected, "My lord, this subordinate didn't see clearly, she was lying there motionless, I don't know if she was taking a nap or..."

Demon Soldier A was also impatient, and rushed to say, "Your Majesty! I know this! There are already large swaths of blood pouring out of that woman... I'm afraid she... is in danger..."

in the dungeon.

The two people who were both meditating in the Demon Realm opened their eyes at the same time, and looked at each other, "Do you smell a particularly strong smell of blood?"

Just as they were thinking this way, the door of the dungeon was pushed open. They thought it was some small soldier who came in, but they didn't expect it to be the Demon Lord.

Qian Moye looked down at them condescendingly, glanced at them lightly, without saying a word, picked up Ju Lan who was lying on the ground bleeding like a river, and left.

The great coercion and innate temperament made both of them shiver involuntarily.

After Qian Moye left, Liu Dai said with some fear, "Do you think that Demon Lord thought we were unhappy with her and killed her?"

Lu Yuanshun was used to being upright, and he didn't even have any big ups and downs in his heart about this matter. He pulled up his collar and said, "We cultivators never do such unreasonable things. We are not afraid of shadows when we are upright. Let him think what he wants. Anyway, we can do it with a clear conscience.”

After all, Liu Dai is a woman, so I still have to be soft-hearted, "But it's too miserable for that woman, after all, after going through this incident, if it were me, I would think even more than she did. Even more extreme."

"If it were me, I would even want to burn down the entire Demon World with a single fire."

"No, it's not just the Demon Realm. If something like this happens to me, and there are two upright monks standing beside me watching coldly, I'd even like to burn down the Cultivation Realm with a torch."

Lu Yuan was momentarily noncommittal.

……

Since Qing Cang Peak was ranked among the middle peaks, more and more people came to visit their peak.

All kinds of magic weapons, sword manuals, and elixir are emerging one after another, and they give them in different ways.

Several of the first-class peaks sent people to visit.

Yan He felt that it was not enough to just accept the gift without returning it, so she decided to make a few pills that could be sold.

What should I do?
She remembered something she would eat during Chinese New Year—wick cake.

Yan He has loved to eat lantern cakes since she was a child, and she only eats time-honored brands. She thinks this is the taste in her memory.

The wick cake tastes of sand cotton, and the taste is sweet and sweet. Yan He just thinks of it, and the refreshing coolness suddenly appears. He will never tire of eating it.

Then try to make a wick cake today.

The reason why it is called wick cake is precisely because it can burn like a wick, and the flammable substances inside are also the source of its unique flavor.

Yan He thought to himself, if the elixir this time can be successful, wouldn't it be that she made an unprecedented elixir that can burn? !
Send it out to show your face.

Thinking of this, Yan He was full of fighting spirit, and he did what he said.

She first mixes water, malt sugar, corn oil and lard with white sugar powder, and two drops of cinnamon oil, which is refreshing and refreshing, and extremely cold for the soul.

Yan He stirred them evenly, covered them with plastic wrap, and let them stand for a few days. When the powdered sugar was fully dissolved, the syrup would become smooth and smooth.

She fried the glutinous rice flour until it turned slightly yellow and gave off a burst of rice fragrance. Then she could place it on the chopping board and pile it into a container to cover the soaked syrup.

Yan He's little trick [-]: The best state of powdered sugar is that it will form a ball when you knead it, and it will fall apart when you knead it. It should be neither too dry nor too moist.

In short, Yan He mixes the syrup and glutinous rice flour evenly, rubs them finely with the palm of his hand, filters them through a mesh sieve, spreads them into a mold, and presses them firmly.

Yan He's little trick [-]: Powdered sugar as fine as dandruff is not easy to stick together, so the mesh of the sieve should not be too dense.You can't use brute force when you are Yang, but add skill.

Yan He pushed down while pushing, until the surface was smooth and smooth, no more bumps.

Afterwards, Yan He steamed them for half an hour to cut off the moisture in the steamer, and a square and flat white cake would be obtained.

Such a steamed wick cake will be fluffy but not scattered, loose and continuous.

The wick cake is as white as jade, with a tight texture, neat strips, and sharp edges and corners.

The pure aroma is refreshing, and even the particles in the air make people salivate.

Yan He rubbed his chin, looking at the wick cake, always felt that something was missing, a bit monotonous.

As soon as she clapped her hands, wouldn't the other three items on the Chinese New Year snack platter be missing!

The other three Chinese New Year snacks and snacks also made her unable to put it down, and she couldn't stop talking.

Yan He did what she said, and she made the small flower pieces first.

She added brown sugar and white sugar to all-purpose flour, water and oil, kneaded two doughs of different colors, wrapped them and let them rest for half an hour.

When the time is up, Yan He will flatten them out again, brush them with honey water as their adhesive, roll them into the shape of swirls, wrap them up again, and call for a junior apprentice who is a tool man of Bing Lingen.

Once they are frozen hard, they can be sliced ​​and fried until golden on both sides.

Then Yan He came to make multi-flavored peanuts.

She mixed an egg into the roasted peanuts, added cornstarch and flour, wrapped them evenly, deep-fried them, and took them out after 120 breaths.

Yan He mixes white sugar and water again, boils out a scary syrup, pours in peanuts and stir fry back and forth, sprinkles with Chinese prickly ash, five-spice chili, cumin powder and salt.

Slightly numb, heavily spicy, the taste resounded through my heart.

Finally, Yan He mixed a bowl of egg batter to make some egg rolls.

Yan He skillfully brushed a layer of oil on the pan, skillfully spread the batter, skillfully spread them into egg rolls, and skillfully rolled them up.

You're done!

Set up the plate and walk up.

Yan He looked at the thin and long wick cake, the bulging multi-flavored peanuts, the golden egg rolls, the round florets...

The simple fragrance, paired with a gorgeous fruit plate, has the taste of Chinese New Year.

Yan He can't wait to inscribe a few words on this fruit plate. I wish everyone a happy new year, happiness and health, prosperity in wealth and prosperity.

I was about to pick up a brush to write, and I remembered it only when I saw the brush.

She seems to be no longer in the original world, and it's not Chinese New Year now.

How can the cultivation world need these?People only hope to get a promotion.

And it's not suitable to use a fruit plate, so Yan He honestly replaced the fruit plate with a pill bottle.