Fantasy System

"When are we starting?"

Mu Fan went to the kitchen and took a look at Ishikawa Rock's faint question. The food department's facilities are complete enough for three people to use at the same time. It is enough for him to cook with Shichuanyan at the same time.

"Now, let's wait for the students who come to the food department to be our witnesses to make food?" Ishikawa said, taking out a few green peppers and parsley from the refrigerator and a piece of tenderloin.

"Yes. Mufan nodded, not much to say, because he had once again rang a long-lost cooking system task in his mind.

"Ishikawa Rock, which made the food victory over the arrogance, and the business of the Ministry of Food and Culture of Asuna, rewards: a little fantasy."

Although this mission only rewards a little fantasies, it is better than nothing, and this fantasy value may also indirectly explain that Ishikawa's cooking is not good.

Thinking of this, Mu Fan glanced at Ishikawa Rock and looked at the material he had taken out of the refrigerator. He was preparing to make the Chinese food "Green Peppers".

However, here, when it comes to doing Chinese cuisine, as a Chinese person who is upright, he will not admit defeat, and slightly close his eyes, while at the same time meditation to open the mall system.

Then Mu Fan’s mind appeared in the culinary mall where the fantasy system emerged. One of the foods flashed through his mind, such as the magical Ma Po tofu, the Guoshi no double-sided and other recipes.

In the cooking mall, as long as there is enough fantasy value, you can redeem any recipe.

Next, a recipe flashed in the brain cooking mall made Mufan shine, and immediately locked the consciousness into this recipe.

"Exchange, green pepper shredded pork!"

Since Ishikawa is trying to compare it, then Mufan doesn't mind using his Chinese recipes to do better than him.

The little fantasy value I just got this morning disappeared with the conversion of the primary recipe. The memory of the green pepper shreds suddenly flooded into Mufan’s mind.

These are simple recipes that consume only a bit of fantasy each time. For more difficult ones, all require five or ten fantasy values. Of course, difficult recipes also require a corresponding level of culinary skill. It is unmanageable to have a three-level culinary skill level. Now, even if the fantasy value is sufficient, it has no effect.

"Really, because I can't do it, I voluntarily admit defeat?"

Ishikawa, who was preparing the materials, glanced at Mufan, who was standing in the same position with his eyes closed. He secretly sneered in his heart, and he did not forget to add the fire to Mu Fan and urged: "The maximum time is up to your class. I can only think that you have lost."

"Uncle, please rest assured, I will not easily admit defeat."

After getting the information of the green pepper shredded pork, Mu Fan opened his eyes with a faint smile, no longer paying attention to Shichuanyan, and turned his eyes to the far-reaching Yuki Asuna, and asked: "I will help you with your classmates. Can you help me?"

"I?"

Yuki Asahi extended his jade finger, and his face with a strange expression pointed to himself: "With the cooking of Mu Fan, I might drag you down?"

"No." "Mu Fan shook his head and thought of the practice of green pepper shredded pork. He folded his hands together and looked for help with a serious look:" This dish didn't help you with your classmates. I can't be alone. Completed. For the food department, form a classmate, please! ”

"Mu Fan, you don't have to be so polite, you have done so much for the food department, since now I have to do it for the food department."

Yuki Natsuki smiled and quickly tied the apron to the side of Mufan and asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Troublely cut green peppers and bamboo shoots into silk, but they must be the same size, so that you can get a knife for your classmates."

Because the most important thing about green pepper shreds is the knife, you need to cut the ingredients into the same size, so that they can be evenly heated. In these days of cooperation, it is possible to do the knife work of Yuki Asuna.

It is now a confrontation between the Gourmet Department and Ishikawa Rock, not a Mufan alone. It is ok to seek the help of Yuki Asuna.

"I try it, but do you want to add green onion to the onion and garlic?" Yuki Akira's eyebrows are tightly squatting. She has never loved green peppers and onions and garlic, onions, garlic and green peppers are weird. The taste made her unable to swallow anyway, and because of her habits, the chef at home never made some dishes with green peppers.

"Do not worry, I will not put onions and garlic, but I do our authentic Chinese cuisine! It will not be the same as the green pepper you imagined." Mufan smiled slightly, and he also knew that most people in Japan did not like green pepper. Because their green peppers are all boiled green peppers, so that the strange stimulating taste of green peppers is excited to the extreme, naturally unable to swallow.

The recipe in his recipe is also different from the regular green pepper shreds, so don't worry.

While talking, Mu Fan quickly cut a piece of meat into shredded pork, added the right amount of egg white, starch, cooking wine, soy sauce and marinated together, this pickling does not take long, as long as less than half an hour The time will make the pork taste.

"Ok."

Seeing that Murfan said this, Yuki Asuna can only promise to come down, bite the red lips, pick up the knife in one hand, and the blade is as fast as the phantom on the chopping board. The size of the shredded meat that has just been cut by Mufan is almost the same size. Consistent bamboo shoots appeared on the other side.

"Yes, it is like that."

The knife of the Yuki Asahi gave Muffin a smile, and took out fresh persimmons from the refrigerator, cut into chunks and added broth, and soy sauce, and put them into a cooking machine to make a sauce.

"Mu Fan, what is the use of this persimmon?" After the city cut out the dishes, he looked at a bowl of persimmon sauce and surprised his eyes. In her memory, the two ingredients of persimmon and green pepper shredded pork are not right at all, and it is impossible to fuse together.

"Of course it is useful, don't you not like onion garlic?"

Mufan glanced at Shichuanyan, who was adding stir-fried onion and garlic to the pot, reminding him: "He is the usual practice, and my approach is different from his."

"Oh?"

Hearing the explanation of Mufan, the heart of Yuki Asuna was full of curiosity, and did not disturb Mufan, just watching it quietly.

Because there is not much time away from class, Mufan is not willing to continue to waste time on this. Because the memory of [Green Peppers] is deep in my mind, just like I have done it myself, Mu Fan is skilled in the pot first. After the oil is hot, the most difficult to fry bamboo shoots are added and the oil is over-oiled. Seeing the time is almost the same, adding the marinated pork to the oil, waiting for the pork to change color. When filtering the oil, put the green pepper on the hedge and sprinkle the oil on it. The green pepper is also included in these three ingredients. The oil disguised in the middle of the disguise.

The next step is to put the clean pot into the base oil, and cook the sauce in the pan, saute,

In fact, the reason why Mufan uses persimmon is because of the introduction of the recipe. The persimmon has a slightly bitter taste, which can completely replace the sugar, making the taste of the whole dish more prominent, and does not need to use the onion **** and garlic. It is very suitable for people who don't like onion and garlic to eat.

But then I haven't waited for Mufan to do well. A petite pale blond long-haired girl and a school uniform, the plaid skirt is slightly tall, and a chic purple short hair girl came in.

“珈百璃和微奈?”

Mufan looked up and recognized the two people who came to the food department.

In the past two days, when he was in class, he always felt that the line of sight that looked at him began to increase from the previous day. From the direction of the line of sight, Mu Fan could only see the glaze, he seriously suspected that Yan Baili observed him during class. After all, he never felt this way before he came from the glass.

This makes Mufan a bit strange. It is reasonable to say that with his personality, he can't see him at first sight, but why is he always staring at him in class?

A few times, Mu Fan did not catch the opportunity. The sight was like a terrible sight of peace. It has seriously affected his codeword. If you catch the opportunity, you must ask this to get along with the classmates. A guy like a little angel, why have you been staring at him.

The micro-near around the glass is coming to Fengzhiqi on the same day as the 珈百璃. The two are good friends, and the class is always together, so Mufan knows the name of Chennai.

However, Mu Fan, who has reached the most critical steps, has no time to pay attention to them. After the sauce is fried, the fried pork and green peppers and the bamboo shoots will be quickly fried. This process does not take too long, otherwise the pork will feel too old to eat, and seasoned with salt and stir-fry.

But I haven't waited for Mufan to do a good job. The Shichuan Rock on the side has already been done. He quickly walked out of the kitchen with the fried green peppers and put them on the table of the 珈 璃 和 微 微 微 微 微 微 微, smiled and said: "Two students, because you are the last two guests of the food department, today's dish is free to give to the food department, please try it."