Late Night Cafeteria: Starting with a Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man

Zhou Xuan comforted Jiu Shu and returned to the kitchen.

Jiu Shu saw that the blood was about to spread to his feet, but he had no choice but to retreat again and again, and he had already retreated to the counter seat.

At this time, blood had invaded half of the cafeteria, and even the walls were stained with blood, and the lights were covered in a layer of blood, with a strange light.

"Are you really going to cook for this guy?" Ninth Uncle stared at Zhou Xuan like a madman, who had already started processing the ingredients.

Stab it!

In the kitchen, the stove was on fire, the pot was hot with cold oil, and a ten yellow elixir was drawn into the hot oil from the side of the pot.

The stir-frying spoon in Zhou Xuan's hand quickly stirred the distinct egg yolk and egg white, and the golden egg liquid boiled wantonly in the hot oil like flowing magma.

The smell of eggs was in the air.

The foodless ghost who had been standing at the door suddenly raised his head, a scarlet gaze shot out from the messy hair, staring straight at Zhou Xuan next to the stove.

For a time, the speed of the blood-water spread actually slowed down.

"Really?" Uncle Ninth looked at the attracted ghost in shock and spit quietly, suddenly he felt hungry.

"Fragrant scrambled eggs, if it's not a critical moment, I really want to try it."

Whoosh!

The icy blood-red eyes of Wu Shi Ghost instantly moved from Zhou Xuan's body to Jiu Shu's face, and there was a tyrannical killing intent in his eyes.

The clothes on Ninth Uncle's back were instantly wet with cold sweat, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "I won't rob you, I'm not hungry, it's yours."

The Ghost Eater looked away from Uncle Ninth.

In front of the stove, before the egg liquid had solidified, Zhou Xuan put a bowl of steamed rice into the egg liquid, and the frying spoon in his right hand made a rapid circular motion, waving a series of afterimages.

The clear grains of white rice blend with the flowing golden egg liquid, turning into a golden coat to wrap the rice.

Fine salt and pepper are used for simple seasoning. Fine salt adds to the taste of fried rice. While pepper enriches the taste, it can also suppress the fishy smell that comes with the egg itself.

"Finish!"

With Zhou Xuan's light drink, Ninth Uncle only saw that the fried rice that was flying all over the sky gathered into a ball in mid-air, and landed straight on the plate held by Zhou Xuan's right hand, while Zhou Xuan's left hand was holding a cover, quickly cover on the plate.

System Score: 98

Now Zhou Xuan is very good at cooking a golden fried rice. Although there is still some gap to get the full score, it is still very easy to get a high score above 95.

"Please taste my golden fried rice, I believe you won't be disappointed."

Zhou Xuan looked at the Ghostless Ghost with a smile and extended a sincere invitation to him.

There was silence in the dining hall.

The Sanguine Scarlet stared at the plate, not moving.

But the blood that spread was completely solidified.

In the blood water, faceless ghosts were struggling to separate, they were entangled with each other and biting each other, eager to break free from the blood water.

Bang bang bang!

In the blood, a pair of arms stretched out, and they stretched their hands in the direction of the plate uniformly.

"Give me something to eat, please give me something to eat!" In the blood, a faceless ghost suddenly transformed into a woman, and looked at Zhou Xuan pitifully.

"I want to eat, give me the food quickly, or I will kill you!"

Another faceless ghost appeared and turned into a ferocious big man, cursing and roaring frantically at Zhou Xuan.

Another face was about to break free from the attachment of blood and water, and turned into a little girl of seven or eight years old with braided horns, "¨〃Big brother, I'm so hungry, can you give me something to eat?"

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Uncle Jiu's eyes, and he sighed: "These are ghosts of no-eaters, no-eaters can't eat food, and these ghosts can't accept food."

"No, we can eat it, we can eat it, give it to me, give it to me!"

A begging sound like a cuckoo cries for blood.

one, two, three...

Faceless Ghost suddenly broke free from the shackles of blood and ran towards the plate containing the fried rice.

Swish!

In an instant, those ghosts turned their targets and launched a surprise attack on Zhou Xuan.

I want to pull Zhou Xuan into the blood.

"Hahaha, the food is delicious!"

"Tear him apart!"

"Separate him!"

The blood surged frantically, and a wave of blood several meters high engulfed Zhou Xuan.

The foodless ghost suddenly stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, the corners of his mouth almost cracked to the base of his ears, and a terrifying smile appeared.

It doesn't want to eat these vulgar things at all. His goal from beginning to end is Zhou Xuan, a living person.

Watching his ghost tear people to pieces and eat them, even the bones (Li Zhao's) head are wiped out, the ghost without food will have a feeling of incomparable satisfaction.

All this happened so fast, Ninth Uncle didn't react at all, and he didn't even have time to pull Zhou Xuan, watching Zhou Xuan being swallowed into the bloody ghost realm.

"Ruined!"

Ninth Uncle looked at the foodless ghost as if at home, ready to fight to the death.

Suddenly, the madly surging blood water burst open, and a golden light bloomed, rising from the blood water ghost realm.

chirp~

Eagle strikes the sky!

A golden giant eagle soars over the sea of ​​blood.

No, that's not an eagle, but a three-legged golden crow!

The Golden Crow shone with dazzling light, the blood and water melted rapidly, and the ghosts in the ghost realm were surrounded by light, melting like spring snow.

"This is also possible?!"

Ninth Uncle looked at the blood in horror, Zhou Xuan stood in the middle of the ghost realm with a calm expression, one ghost after another was crawling on the ground.

Zhou Xuan grabbed a handful of fried rice from the plate, and the golden grains of rice melted into Gui Jing's body, and then the Gui Jing disappeared into the bloody ghost realm. .

Chapter 59

A plate of golden fried rice has been sprinkled, and there is no more ghost in the bloody ghost realm.

The blood that had spread in the cafeteria for half of the night shrank back to the feet of the foodless ghost, and Zhou Xuan had also broken free from the bloody ghost realm.

"how did you do it?"

Ninth Uncle hurriedly approached Zhou Xuan, looked him up and down in disbelief, only to feel that his three views were completely destroyed, how could a plate of ordinary fried rice be able to dispel more than [-] ghosts?

Are the chefs in this world so scary?

Deng Deng Deng

Seeing that Zhou Xuan broke free from his ghost realm and killed more than [-] ghosts of his own, Wu Shi ghost took three steps back in fright.

"It seems that this golden fried rice is not to your taste." Zhou Xuan frowned and looked at the foodless ghost.

After being dragged into the Scarlet Ghost Realm, Zhou Xuan vaguely felt that the foodless ghost rejected the golden fried rice.

The ghosts in the ghost realm, although they have fallen, still have a bright heart. If they seize the opportunity, they will choose to escape from the sea of ​​misery without hesitation.

This is also the reason why Zhou Xuan can use a piece of golden fried rice to pass the ghosts, but the ghost in front of him refuses to embrace the light.

The Ghost Eaters willingly fell into the darkness.

"Looking like you look very unhappy, I suddenly thought of a dish that suits you very well. Would you like to try it?"

Zhou Xuan returned to the kitchen without waiting for Ghost Eater to answer.

Ninth Uncle looked at the foodless ghost vigilantly, touched his empty stomach, and whispered to Zhou Xuan: "Boss Zhou, do more, I'm hungry too."

"No problem, it will be fine soon!"

Zhou Xuan poured some flour into the basin, then added warm water, inserted a rolling pin into the basin and stirred it up.

The rolling pin draws the flour into a circle of ravines, and the warm water flows with the movement of the rolling pin, fully infiltrating the flour.

All of a sudden, the wind is surging!

It's obviously in the house, where is the wind coming from?

Ninth Uncle looked around in astonishment, but did not see any open windows.

"This wind, could it be..." Uncle Jiu stared at the basin, yes, it was here.

The flour flew up leisurely, whirling and dancing in the basin, like a white tornado.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's movements became faster and faster, spinning out a circular wall, which tightly imprisoned the fluttering flour in this small world.

Soon, a long white snake protruded its head from the basin, chasing the flour, swallowing the dry flour and filling its wet body.

The flour in the basin disappeared, leaving only a white snake circling the bottom of the basin.

The surface of the dough is full of luster, and it is a wonderful dough that is just right kneaded.

Ordinary people and noodles need to wake up the noodles in order to make the dough moisture uniform.

But Zhou Xuan has already completely completed this step in the face-to-face.

This is the mysterious cooking skill of Bailuo's family from the world of China's little masters - Bailuo snake practice!

Amazing!

Jiu Shu highly praised Zhou Xuan's skill in making noodles, and even just after observing it, he actually realized something.If it wasn't for the wrong time and place, he would definitely have entered into meditation.

Zhou Xuan took out the cold-preserved beef from the refrigerator again, and roasted it on the fire to turn it into pieces of fragrant steak. When the knife fell, the steak turned into pieces of meat the size of fingernails, and vermicelli was soaked. Prepared onion ginger water and other spices.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Xuan placed the long strip of dough hovering at the bottom of the basin on the table, and evenly divided it into dough pieces of the same size.

The rolling pin rotates, and the neat dough on the table is rolled into sheets of dough.