Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

  Chapter 54 Congee can have

  The soft and sticky porridge enters the stomach along the throat. The warmth and comfort from the inside out makes people sigh that they just want to be satisfied.

  However, cooking with a large iron pot and wood stove is too inconvenient.

There is no such stove in the canteen. In short, I can only look around, and then take a mouthful of the pot that Tang Zhen cooks rice paste, but it needs a lot of pot, pour the rice into it, add water, and look at Tang Zhen. .

   "Uncle Tang, where is this pot to cook?"

  Following and watching her busy Tang Zhen finally couldn’t hold back, “Why don’t your rice be boiled if you don’t crush it?”

   "I'm cooking, why should I crush it if I don't cook it?"

  Simply more shocked than Tang Zhen, she explained, “Uncle Tang, the rice paste is only suitable for toothless elderly people and small babies who are a few months old who need supplementary food.

  Of course adults eat.

  If you want to change the taste, you can eat porridge. There are many ways to eat porridge. "

   "Would you like me to cook porridge for you?"

  Tang Zhen, "...you can have porridge."

rice···

  Sorry, he can't imagine what rice is like.

  Since the empire ceased wars and entered a period of rapid development of stability and peace, the way to eat rice that was crushed and boiled into a paste has been finalized.

  It’s not that no one has tried a different approach.

  But all failed.

  He also tried to cook an ancestral ancient book from the Tang family that used words to describe the crystal clear and distinct grains of rice, and the result was...

  Don’t mention it.

  "Whether to cook rice with high or low fire?"

  "I have to check the size and temperature of the fire first."

  So, Tang Zhen opened a burner for her.

  In short, he looked at the fire, and stretched out his hand to feel the temperature. He said that this thing called a burner is similar to the natural gas of her time.

  It's easy.

  Put the pot on and close the lid. In short, he turned around and took the pot to fill the rice, wash, add water, and put it on a burning stove to start cooking.

   "Is this all right?"

"Um."

  Simply said hum, and started to choose ingredients again.

  She took potatoes, cucumbers, water spinach, a dark purple chub, which is said to be a bit bitter purple crisp fruit, and began to pick meat dishes.

  Noodles are not easy to pick, because they don’t know each other.

  You need to ask one by one to make a decision.

  At the end, Jian Yan picked a fish similar to mandarin fish.

  Fish are not live fish, but very fresh.

  In short, I like to eat live fish, especially the kind that is alive and kicking.

  But the cafeteria does not have it, so it can only make do with it.

  She is a good knife and handles the fish cleanly.

  The sharp knife shimmering with cold light was so fast that she saw only a shadow in her hand. Tang Zhen and several other chefs were shocked when they saw this scene.

  One of the older men opened his mouth slightly, and said unbelievably, “The little girl’s skill in handling fish is perfect.”

  He is good at making fish and also good at handling fish.

  On knife work, he thinks he is not bad.

   But compared with this little girl, he realized that his knife skills were a mess.

  That's the case for Pao Ding Jie Niu fear in ancient books.

  He said so.

  In short, I heard a smile, “You’re too acclaimed, where is my little sculpting skill? I don’t dare to compare with Pao Ding Jie Niu.”

  The little girl is quite humble.

  Hearing her words, the few people stopped talking, but focused on watching her handling the fish.

  They are attentive, in short, more attentive than them.

  She focused her full attention on the mandarin fish in her hand.

   Shooting, cutting, and cutting are extremely fast, the kung fu in the hands is so fast that people are dazzled, and the movements are skillful and confident.

  (End of this chapter)