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

Chapter 44 What should I do today? (Spicy, crispy and spicy)

Mo Fei has calmed down now, and he can already half-jokingly say, "Isn't it an alchemy furnace? What is it? It's impossible to use a big pot, and it can be fried out of a dish?"

Gu Chen fell silent again, he didn't speak, just looked at Mo Fei like this.

Seeing his reaction, Mo Fei was completely dumbfounded, his tongue was trembling, "No... isn't it? I'll just say it casually, is this something that can happen?"

Before Gu Chen could speak, Mo Fei ran out quickly.

"Eldest brother, I'm going to see Third Senior Sister cooking first!"

Such unimaginable things, even if it was cooking for pigs, he would have to observe them.

……

Heng Ji was full, ran happily, and ran around the small kitchen.

Yan He grabbed it, decided to give it a sweet date first, and then educated it earnestly, "Hmph, stop. Let me tell you seriously, the two-legged beast in the chicken coop in the vegetable garden is not something you can eat. First time offender, I won't bother with you, next time if I do it again, I'll cook you up..."

"I'm pretty good at cooking pork."

Little Pig shivered in fear, as if he understood, Dou Sha blinked, his little head nodded like pounding rice, and his protruding ears stood up.

Yan He clapped his hands and let go, "Go and play."

The little pig ran out.

Now Yan He was left alone in the small kitchen again, her hands were itchy, and she was in a hurry, so she couldn't help but open the recipe book again and ponder over it carefully.

There are many recipes in her mind at the same time, she can compare with this recipe that claims to be the best...

Yan He flipped through and recorded, this can still be done... such a rare method has been recorded in this recipe...

She was so fascinated by the pages that she didn't notice that someone had come to the small kitchen without knowing it.

Mo Fei stood outside the door, staring at Yan He steadfastly, and frowned when he saw what she was holding in her hand.

What is that glowing golden thing?
Mo Fei strode forward, wanting to take a closer look.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan He came back to her senses, she said that sooner or later, she put the cookbook into the mustard bag immediately, "Fifth Junior Brother?"

Mo Fei put aside his thoughts, but no matter how unhappy he felt, he still said politely, "Third Senior Sister."

This is the first time for Yan He to be alone with Fifth Junior Brother, so he was a little nervous, and subconsciously said politely, "Fifth Junior Brother, have you eaten yet?"

Mo Fei was also taken aback, and was just about to say, "He's already done bigu." But then he thought, didn't he come to see her cooking this time?So the words that came out of my mouth turned into, "Third Senior Sister, where are the pigs eating?"

Yan He:? ? ? ?

isn't it?
Is the fifth junior brother already so hungry that he wants to compete with pigs for food?

Realizing that what he said might be ambiguous, Mo Fei swallowed and wanted to explain, "I'm not..."

Yan He acted like I understand, and patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "Fifth Junior Brother, the pig food is not very tasty, and your stomach can't handle it, so don't try it lightly, let me make you some human food." .”

Mo Fei: ...

Yan He asked him while preparing the materials, "Fifth Junior Brother, what spiritual root are you?"

Mo Fei was silent for a moment, but still said, "Wood Lingen."

When Yan He heard this, his eyes shone slightly, "Wood spirit root? Can it be used as firewood?"

The corner of Mo Fei's mouth twitched, using precious wooden vines to burn firewood?

As expected of Third Senior Sister.

After Yan He cleaned up the kitchen, he stroked his chin and pondered for a while, what should we do today?
Traveling to this other world, I kind of miss a traditional delicacy of their era...

Just thinking about it, Yan He almost drooled.

But to do that kind of thing, the most important thing is time and patience, and you have to do enough preparations.

It doesn't matter to her, it depends on whether Fifth Junior Brother is willing to wait...

Yan He said slowly, "Fifth Junior Brother, I want to make a special snack, do you want to eat it?"

Mo Fei didn't care about these, he mainly wanted to see how she used the pot to refine the elixir, so he could do whatever he wanted.

He nodded slightly, and Yan He's eight teeth were exposed when he smiled without knowing what he thought of, "Well, you go back and wait overnight, and I will call you when the hair is ready tomorrow after soaking."

Mo Fei:? ? ?
Why do you have to wait for tomorrow?
He couldn't explain his doubts.

But since she said that, he was too embarrassed to say anything more, so he nodded and turned to leave.

Yan He started to make preparations.

The children of their age liked to eat this kind of food the most, including her, and they couldn't get enough of it.

But they can buy this thing directly there, and this is the first time she has made this kind of thing.

She puts a catty of soybeans into a large basin, and it takes four to five hours to soak in water.

This catty of soybeans is said to be able to make 100 spicy slices, which is equal to 30 packs.

But after such a long time, she planned to go straight back to sleep for a beauty sleep, and just come back the next morning.

The next day, the hour.

After washing up, Yan He came to the small kitchen, ready to take a look at the results of the night.

The soybeans in the water basin had turned into round, chubby little mounds, and they were all plump. She rubbed them gently with her hands, took off the bean clothes that were close to her body, and put them in the basin for later use.

She cleaned up the dusty stone mill in the small kitchen, then added a spoonful of water and two spoonfuls of soybeans to the stone mill, rolled up her sleeves, and started pushing the stone mill with one arm.

It took Yan He half an hour to finish grinding this catty of beans.

Yan He, with sore arms, wanted to cry but had no tears: It is not easy to eat a slice of spicy food.

Yan He, who was preparing for the next step, took a closer look, and there were still such big particles in the bean dregs!

Certainly not.

At least one or two more grinds.

In order to eat a slice of spicy slices that he has been longing for, Yan He rolled up his sleeves and continued to work without saying a word.

The bean dregs after the second milling are like cream, delicate and smooth, thick and tender, Yan He just looks at the bean dregs and wants to feel stuffy...

Bah, bah, bah, Yan He slapped his head and quickly dismissed the idea.

How could she forget her ultimate purpose.

Yan He's little trick [-]: At this time, the bean dregs need to be scalded with boiling water, which can not only remove the fishy smell, but also adjust the consistency.

Yan He set up a pot to boil water, and boiled water in a large pot to heat up.Yan He found a large piece of gauze, spread the container flat, and slowly poured the dense bean dregs into it.

Yan He's little coup [-]: Be sure to wrap it tightly to prevent the bean dregs from falling out.

She used her internal force to force the bean dregs to ooze out. If there is less, you will gain, but if you have too much, you will be confused. Haste makes waste.

So Yan He got a pot of silky soybean milk without any bean dregs in it, skimmed off the foam, leaving only the clear pulp, and steamed for another half an hour.

Soybean oil essence in soybeans will condense a thin layer of bean skin.

(End of this chapter)