Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

In just a few seconds, dozens of eggs were knocked out. Chen Mo didn't care about the yolks. He just held the iron basin containing the salt and egg whites and stirred them together like dough.

Most of the basin of fine white refined salt finally turned into a mass of ooze. Chen Mo then continued to pour the chopped powder of various spices into the basin, and he didn't stop until the salt mass was completely dried.

Just at this time, the water in the cast iron saucepan boiled...

Chapter 24 What the world can't live up to

Believe it or not, ingredients have souls too.

Different dishes have different tastes, and different tastes contain different intentions of the cooks.

When Chen Mo is completely focused on the dishes in his hands, the calm and vast feeling like the vast river and sea diffuses into the ingredients, forming a superb delicacy born out of taste but far beyond the scope of taste.

The beef was boiled in boiling water at such a fast speed that it didn’t look like it was processing meat ingredients at all, but it was like hot pot shabu-shabu. At this time, the cross-cut knives that Chen Mo used to cut on the beef showed their effect. There is a palm-thick beef tendon, which is completely cooked in a few seconds.

Lift the slightly whitish beef from the cast iron stew pot, and use water magic to control the moisture. At this time, I would like to thank the omnipotent magic again. Otherwise, in this medieval world where no special kitchen paper was born, Chen Mo thought It is really not an easy task to completely control the moisture attached to the ingredients.

Chen Mo did not do any secondary processing of the beef after the moisture was controlled, but began to select various spices.

Chili, pepper, fennel leaves, cinnamon, dill, holy basil, bay leaves... There are more than ten kinds of spices, although most of them are not familiar to Chen Mo, and there are probably different names, but the familiar But the spicy taste can't deceive the sense of smell.

All these spices were crushed into fine slag, and then spread evenly by the oiliness of the beef itself, and a lot was stuffed inside the cross knife edge. Heat the bottom of the pot until it was boiling hot, and when the heat was about the same, Chen Mo directly put the beef into the pot.

"Thorn-"

As soon as the beef was attached to the bottom of the pot, all kinds of spices exploded in the kitchen like a bomb accompanied by a strong meaty smell.

"This...this is...!"

In the sweeping range of the fragrance storm, Frandelica seemed to be in the stormy sea. In the face of the raging appetite, she could only accept the baptism passively!

But Chen Mo is still expressionless... No, rather than being expressionless, his eyes are slightly regretful.

Should it be said that the substitutes are just substitutes after all? Although he has tried his best to choose spices with similar tastes, the compound fragrance that is actually presented in the end is still slightly different from what he remembered.

But now I can only make do with it...

After frying the beef until fragrant, Chen Mo changed the pot again, but this time the pot he changed was made by himself - the "salt clay" was nested in a semicircular bird's nest shape, and half of the wine was poured into it, and then the fried pot was made by himself. Put good beef into it, and then seal the opening at the top tightly, and it becomes something like an ostrich egg.

However, the length and width of ordinary ostrich eggs are only a dozen centimeters, but this egg has reached tens of centimeters, which is more than three times larger than ordinary ostrich eggs.

The white, huge "egg" was placed on the stove to be scorched by the fierce fire. Chen Mo still thought the fire was too small, and waved his hand to form a ring of flames wrapped around the "giant egg". It has reached a level that ordinary people cannot bear.

Under such a high temperature, the shell of the salt giant egg baked by the flame gradually turns yellow and hard, just like baking porcelain in a magnetic kiln.

This is also the reason why Chen Mo took the trouble to get an "egg". There is no such thing as a pressure cooker in this world, so he borrowed the practice of the beggar's chicken and used the salt shell as a closed pot body to achieve the effect of high temperature and high pressure .

At the same time, when he was making the salt crust, he also mixed some powdered spices into it. In this way, the exterior was baked into a salt crust, and the interior was boiling wine. Seasoned spices are fully integrated into the beef under high temperature and high pressure environment.

After estimating the time required for stewing, Chen Mo took advantage of the broth left over from the beef cooking just now, and randomly chopped some radishes into it. The frying pan was used for the second time, and some onions and mashed potatoes were fried in a smooth butter pan.

After more than ten minutes, Chen Mo took down the baked salt giant egg from the stove. He weighed the fruit knife in his hand, then turned his wrist, and the tip of the knife directly pierced a small hole from the top of the eggshell. Suddenly, the milky white mist sprayed out from the small hole with a thick and long aroma of wine, bringing the whole kitchen into the ocean of fragrance again.

Just smelling this smell, Frandelica felt like she was going to get drunk, as if the billions of cells all over her body cheered together, urging her to taste this incredible dish.

Reason, self-control, and spiritual will all seem insignificant in front of this irresistible fragrance.

One bite, even one bite...

When she came back to her senses, Frandelica realized that she had already approached the man, and she showed a child-like gluttonous expression very rudely.

"It's... not... me, I'm... very sorry!"

"It doesn't matter, it should be my honor to make dishes that make people want to eat anyway."

After successfully finishing the cooking, Chen Mo was in a good mood. Seeing that the steam coming out of the small hole on the top of the eggshell became less and less, he conveniently cut a circular opening near the small hole, and stirred it for a while with the spoon in his other hand. The good quality stewed beef was scooped into the dinner plate.

Or to be more precise, it should be called Burgundy Red Wine Stewed Beef - Different World Beggar Chicken Version.

In the large gold wire porcelain dinner plate, the stewed beef exuding the intoxicating aroma of wine and rich meat is placed in the center, the fried onions are placed in a circle around it, and the fried mashed potatoes are placed in a small bowl separately. beside.

Gently fanning the aroma with his hands, although he has never tasted this beef stew that he improved on a temporary basis, even through his sense of smell, Chen Mo has roughly figured out what it will taste like.

The chewiness may be lacking. After all, it is really difficult to obtain that kind of good taste without an oven. Heating in the traditional way will inevitably damage the meat quality, but other aspects are good. The taste of spices is A little change, but fortunately there is no conflict in taste.

As far as the current cooking environment is concerned, being able to reach this level is barely qualified.

From the moment Chen Mo finished cooking, Frandelika never took her eyes off the beef stew in the middle of the plate.

"What, do you want to eat?"

After tidying up the utensils in the kitchen, Chen Mo walked to her side with the plate in one hand: "No work, no food, so I leave the soup over there to you."

"What...soup?"

When Frandelica spoke, her eyes were still staring blankly at the plate in Chen Mo's hand. After a few seconds, she suddenly recalled it, her eyes widened in disbelief and said, "I, I have a share too?"

"Wouldn't it be a great pity in life if you can't taste the food to your heart's content?" Chen Mo said with a smile.

After looking at Chen Mo's calm eyes for a while, Frandelika suddenly turned her head, walked to the edge of the stove in a panic, picked up the cast iron stew pot filled with beef and radish soup, and then walked past Chen Mo with her head down , and said with a trembling voice: "Guest, guest...please come with me."

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"Caiyue-kun, this seems to be my position?"

When Chen Mo walked to the table with a big plate, Caiyue boy laughed and begged him, "Please, brother Chen, let's change places?"