I'm cooking in the interstellar

"The ingredients we picked just now are obviously not enough for all of us, so the host had to add some food at short notice." Fang Qingnuan offered to make it, and Mu Linfeng didn't dare to neglect it, so he asked someone to kill a native chicken for her. It was delivered, making the staff a little curious about what this little girl was like.

"My guests are very respectable. After the resort heard that we had a meal together, they agreed to the application for a second native chicken." She patted the elastic chicken thighs under her hands and looked at the ingredients. recognized the freshness, "So during this lunch, everyone can see two native chickens competing on the same stage. Are you surprised or happy?"

[Durian lovers: I knew that people who can "accidentally meet" the anchor are not ordinary people! 】

[What kind of bad intentions can a kitten have? It’s almost the stone hammer that belongs to the Mu family. Except for his old man nodding, who would dare to create a chicken on his mountain like this? 】

[Ring&Ring: Who is the anchor who is so impressive? ! 】

[Yam Yam I love you: Is this just going to have the same taste? 】

[Green pepper destroys the world: Are the chickens going to be thrown into the kiln we just built? Will it burn?]

[I can drink ten bowls in one sitting: With so many people, even one chicken wouldn’t be enough to eat. I can eat two chickens by myself=. =]

"Don't worry, I've already gone to pick more vegetables. I'll add some of each kind I picked just now, and then add some garnishes for the new dishes I'm going to make." Fang Qingnuan opened the fresh-keeping box that Casper brought. , after ordering the complete items inside, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Although the farmhouse is good, the cooking table is only equipped with basic kitchen utensils and seasonings, and the location is not within the delivery area, so I can only manually shake people to help. .”

"Although I think eating more vegetables is good for your health, the guests don't seem to care much about the vegetables they just picked. They are always concerned about whether the chicken is marinated." As she spoke, she took out a large piece of ribs and placed it on the chopping board. "Then let's add some meat and vegetables, so that you won't say I didn't serve well enough."

"Cut the ribs into small pieces first." She was afraid that she wouldn't have enough to eat, so she asked Casper to buy more. This large piece of ribs probably weighed four or five kilograms.

[Crying little furball: Such a big piece of ribs, it must be enough to eat now! 】

[Cranky Brother No. 18: It’s hard to say. I’ll see how those guys perform in a while. Anyway, I can eat them all [呲gna] [satisfied]]

[Remember: I miss the fried pork ribs last time, but it took a long time to marinate, so I probably won’t be able to make it today (T^T)]

[Shui Bo Bu Xing: So is it steamed pork ribs with taro? 】

[I am so excited: I feel that the knives at the farmhouse are not very useful, and the host almost cut his hand several times]

[Squid Caviar: With the natural environment as a backdrop, I can see the romance in the chop of pork ribs°()°]

This knife for chopping ribs is indeed a bit reluctant, but originally it was mainly used for chopping vegetables, so Fang Qingnuan didn't apply for new kitchen utensils.

In the past few days, her mental control level has improved again, and she simply uses it when cooking, only wrapping her fingertips to improve accuracy. Unexpectedly, he actually blocked several knives for himself just now, causing the illusion of "almost cutting his hand."

While she was feeling happy for her discovery, Casper turned his attention to the place where the mental power was fluctuating and planned a new experimental arrangement in his mind.

"After cutting it, it looks like there are more." The anchor poured the cut ribs into a basin, added a handful of flour to it, and then turned on the faucet to wash it. "Four has adsorption properties. This It can help us quickly remove the blood and dirt attached to the ribs.”

She poured half a pot of cold water into the large wok, put the ribs in the pot, and then turned on the heat to blanch.

"Add the three-piece set for cooking and removing fishy meat: green onions, ginger and cooking wine. While waiting, let's deal with this new chicken friend." Fang Qingnuan showed a friendly smile, picked up the knife and struck it once, twice, Three times...

[One in 30 billion: Fortunately, this chicken is dead, otherwise the shadow area in my heart would be huge=. =]

[Don’t disturb, no scandal: The anchor has some acting skills, are you considering entering the entertainment industry? 】

[sususu: How many souls of food were killed by the anchor's knife? ! 】

[Big chunks of ribs: I feel the difference in the native chicken. The color of the meat looks brighter. Is this more appetizing? ]    【Little face flushed: It will be more obvious after tasting the taste, the native chicken is really delicious (﹃)】

[Love Tomato Sauce Risotto: This one is chopped and processed differently from the previous one. Should it be fried? 】

"Chicken hearts and livers are edible. Just remove the chicken intestines and the blood clots around them and throw them away." Fang Qingnuan put the chicken pieces into a basin and soaked them in water. "We usually soak the chicken in water. Okay, let’s filter out the blood in a few minutes.”

While the chicken is soaking, the ribs in the pot are already steaming and the water is gradually boiling.

"Try to remove as much foam as possible, let the meat cook in the boiling water for a minute, and then turn off the heat." The frying spoon in her hand circled along the edge of the pot, welcoming the spare ribs with all impurities removed from the pot.

Hearing the chatter and laughter not far away, she looked up and saw that Mulinfeng and the two guests had returned from picking, and Casper, who was very efficient, had also finished working on the simple mud kiln. With the cover up, Dean Lin was spinning around to take pictures.

"Put the ribs in the pot just now for later use. Let's go and fire the kiln first." She trotted over to Casper and the others and explained the next arrangements.

…………

Hughes had a bad lunch.

Without the care of the two skilled workers, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Er, even when heating the pre-made dishes left by Fang Qingnuan, Owen and Luke, two people who had never been in the kitchen, made frequent mistakes, which made the food taste bad. Big discount.

When it was time to eat, he discovered that the cub humanoid he had transformed didn't even have all its teeth! It's okay to eat some soft and rotten food, don't even think about pieces of meat.

The little prince had a poor appetite, but the two guys who were eating the cat's food kept eating every bite, helping him to exceed his lunch eating task.

"Prince Hughes, what is the purpose of this 'kiln' built by the little anchor?" Owen went to wash the dishes, and Luke coaxed the little baby to sleep, constantly asking questions about the live broadcast he had on.

"..." Hughes, who was asked about his blind spot in knowledge, was unwilling to admit the fact that he didn't know, and decisively chose to pretend to be asleep.

"Huh? Did you fall asleep so soon..." He closed his eyes and heard Luke's murmur. Then he stopped talking as if he was afraid of disturbing him, then raised his little hand and tried to help him close the terminal. live broadcast interface.

"Wang! Wang!"

A clear puppy bark broke the brief peace.

Hughes' brows moved slightly and his eyes narrowed uncontrollably, trying to determine the source of the sound through the gaps between his thick eyelashes.

"Jinbao?" What kind of astigmatism and shortsightedness does the shit shovel officer have? Not all dogs are called "Jinbao" with such weird names.

"Ouch~ woof woof woof!" Ma Dan is really this little devil... How did he touch it? Mulinfeng, the shabby reservation system you've been bragging about for a long time is really useful?

"It's really a treasure. Why are you here?" "Woof~ woof woof!" "Haha, let me see if you have gained weight." "Ouch~~~"

Just by listening to the voice, you can guess that the two hands of the shit shovel have no place to rest, and they are ready to move again, coveting the body of other people's dogs.

Just when the little prince was angry and ready to open his eyes to record evidence of her crime, Luke's panicked cry for help came to his ears: "Oh my God, Hughes peed his pants!"

Close my eyes, close them tightly, I sleep, I don’t know anything.

Everyone must have heard of kiln chicken, right?