socalfunplaces Chapter 700, Chapter 693: Chef Lin
Chapter 700, Chapter 693: Chef Lin
Chapter 700, Chapter 693: Chef Lin
The next day, the group pretended nothing had happened and continued to meet at [Zirantang].
Hao Jiejie was still making meatballs.
Lin Xiaohe fed one to herself, one to Xinbao, and one to Xiaohei, taking turns feeding them without any hesitation: "And then? What should we do after the interview?"
Hao Jiejie: "Waiting for my position to be assigned by my superiors."
After saying that, Hao Jiejie stared at Lin Xiaohe with bright eyes: "Since we're just killing time anyway, let me teach you how to cook."
Lin Xiaohe?
Why did the topic jump to that so quickly?
Lin Xiaohe pointed to herself: "Do I look like someone who cooks?!"
The last time she cooked herself, it was spicy crayfish!
A plate of spicy crayfish knocked Chu Huaizhi unconscious, becoming a turning point in her fate.
Hao Jiejie tempted, "But your friends seem to really like meatballs. Don't you want to cook them something delicious yourself?"
Lin Xiaohe looked down at Xiao Hei and Xin Bao, who were engrossed in the delicious meatballs, and shamefully wavered.
Hao Jiejie's lips curled up slightly. Seizing the opportunity, she led the group to pick up the [Zirantang] exclusive kitchen.
Hao Jiejie took out a jade slip for alchemy: "Cooking and alchemy are similar in many ways. This jade slip contains many ingredients from the four major cities, which can also be used as our ingredients."
Hao Jiejie pulled out a piece of jade vine that she had left over from her storage bag: "The main ingredient of the Transformation Pill is the Thousand-Eyed Jade Vine. Its stem has eye patterns, which can remove impurities from the skin and assist in the transformation process..."
Hao Jiejie continued, "Based on my numerous experiments, the jade rattan is very watery and slightly sweet, so it can be used to cook sweet porridge. When cooked with purple wheat grains, it becomes fragrant, sticky, and delicious."
"There's another kind of shrimp called ice shrimp that's really delicious. You can make a shrimp soup with it. Use the meat of large clams to make the broth, add a little chicken to enhance the flavor, then chop the shrimp meat into shrimp paste and add it in. Cut another small portion of the shrimp meat into small cubes. This way, you get two textures in one delicious dish."
The group stopped what they were doing and swallowed hard in unison. Even Xiao Hei's compound eyes were staring intently at Hao Jiejie.
If you can describe it as delicious, then hurry up and make it!
Hao Jiejie ignored the intense gazes and lit the twelve stove holes with their ghostly blue flames.
"Come on, give it a try. Make what you think is the simplest dish."
Lin Xiaohe sighed; her best dish was steamed egg custard.
When she was little, she had to cross mountains to go to school before dawn. Children in the mountains usually eat breakfast at home.
Back then, she wasn't even as tall as the stove, and her parents preferred to sleep in rather than get up.
The little person could only stand on a stool to boil an egg for himself.
Later, when she got tired of boiled eggs, her neighbor taught her how to make steamed egg custard.
The steamed egg custard was smooth and tender, topped with a few drops of sesame oil—a delicious treat she had never tasted before.
From then on, steamed egg custard became her favorite dish and her specialty.
The egg mixture rippled in the porcelain bowl, creating rolling amber waves.
When the chopsticks are struck, the viscous liquid gradually produces fine bubbles, like spring water just beginning to melt.
With a gentle twist of your wrist, allow the egg white and yolk to fully blend together until the egg mixture slides off the tip of the chopsticks like a silky satin.
Lin Xiaohe poured in warm water, then covered it with a porcelain plate, put the pot in cold water, and turned off the heat by feel.
The steamed egg custard turned out great; it trembled slightly and was so tender it looked like it was about to drip water.
Everyone took a spoonful and finished it all.
Hao Jiejie asked everyone to give their comments.
Wang Tianhai honestly said, "It's pretty good, but compared to meatballs, it seems to be missing something."
Lin Xiaohe put down her spoon, lost in thought.
Yes, what's missing?
Hao Jiejie: "It lacks love. The Meng Po soup is made by brewing the joys and sorrows, loves and hates of the person who drinks it. After drinking a bowl of soup, you forget all your past life. But the dishes I make make people feel happy and want to continue living."
Okay, Lin Xiaohe tried making another bowl of noodles.
The same review still applies: the taste is okay, but I don't love it. One bowl, two bowls, three bowls...
Wang Tianhai made an excuse and ran away in a flash.
The bald monk and the mute boy made an excuse to go out for a stroll, but they never returned.
Lin Xiaohe retorted, "It's not that bad, is it?!"
Hao Jiejie laughed and said, "The people in Eternal City are all ghost cultivators, they don't know what hunger and satiety are. They eat food either to satisfy their taste buds or to become stronger. No one eats just to fill their stomach. You need to practice more."
The next day, a new stall appeared on Yong Sheng City East Street. The stall was made of an old door panel, with an iron pot placed on it. The iron pot was a gift from Hao Jiejie, and there was a small crack in the bottom of the pot.
Without a signboard, without a menu, without any hawking, it opened quietly.
Xiao Hei was squatting by the stove, pretending to sleep, while Wang Tianhai and a few others were squatting behind the stall.
Wang Tianhai: "Guess how many copies Lin Xiaohe will sell today? I'll answer first: 0 copies!"
The bald monk replied decisively, "Four portions!"
The mute boy also held up four fingers.
Wang Tianhai was dumbfounded: "Why are there four portions?!"
Does this number have any special meaning?
The bald monk smiled gently: "Because the four of us will be there to support you."
Wow, that makes so much sense, it's irrefutable.
As more and more stalls came to set up shop, the street market became increasingly lively.
The other stalls were packed with people, especially the two stalls selling pancakes and stinky tofu, which were doing incredibly well.
Lin Xiaohe's stall, however, was completely ignored.
Seeing this, Xinbao whispered, "Xiaohe, how about we add some Meng Po soup to the noodles?"
Since drinks with Meng Po soup as a base are very popular, noodle soup with Meng Po soup added will definitely sell well!
Lin Xiaohe shook her head.
Hao Jiejie's single-minded desire to teach herself to cook shows that this matter is very important.
Lin Xiaohe decided to play along and see what Hao Jiejie was really up to.
"Xiao Hei, go to the other stalls and buy back the best-selling food items."
Little Black set off in a flash.
It has no concept of queuing; after all, no creature would dare make the Zerg queue.
The ghost cultivators selling their wares, though they couldn't identify what Xiao Hei was, were alerted by their keen combat instincts that this guy was dangerous and there was no need to start a conflict over a meal.
Xiao Hei completed a series of operations without any hindrance, such as cutting in line, buying things, and returning.
Lin Xiaohe carefully tasted the food prepared by the other ghost cultivators.
The taste wasn't particularly amazing, but each dish contained a tiny bit of that mysterious power, similar to that found in meatballs.
Lin Xiaohe seemed to be deep in thought.
Therefore, what attracts ghost cultivators is not the food itself, but the power contained within it.
What is that? How do you obtain it? And how do you incorporate it into food? Can it be extracted directly, like extracting nutrient solutions?
as well as……
She turned her head and met Hao Jiejie's smiling eyes.
Hao Jiejie opened her mouth, as if to say "Go for it!"
(End of this chapter)