Chapter 54

The soft glutinous and viscous porridge enters the stomach along the throat. The warmth and comfort generated from the inside out make people sigh with satisfaction.

However, it is too inconvenient to cook with a large iron pot and a firewood stove.

There is no such stove in the canteen. In short, I can only look around, and then I take a pot similar to Tang Zhen's pot for cooking rice paste, but I have to add a lot of pots, pour the rice in and add water to look at Tang Zhen.

"Uncle Tang, where can I cook this pot?"

Tang Zhen, who watched her busy, finally couldn't press Nai, "why don't you put the rice in the pot without crushing it?"

"I cook, but I don't cook. Why grind it?"

In short, she was even more shocked than Tang Zhen. She explained, "Uncle Tang, rice paste is only suitable for toothless old people and small infants who need supplementary food when they are a few months old.

Adults, of course, eat.

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

"Shall I cook you a pot of porridge?"

Tang Zhen, "... Porridge can be."

Rice···

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

Since the Empire stopped war and entered a period of rapid development of stability and peace, the eating method of grinding and boiling rice into a paste has been set.

No, no one has tried another way.

But none of them succeeded.

He also tried to cook a text describing the crystal clear rice in an ancient ancestral book of the Tang family···

Don't mention it.

"Do you want a big fire or a small fire to cook?"

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

So Tang Zhen opened a burner for her.

In short, she looked at the fire, stretched out her hand and felt the temperature. Her heart said that this thing called burner was similar to the natural gas of her time.

It's easy.

Put the pot on and put on the lid. In short, he turned and took a pot to load rice, washed it, added water, put it on a combustion stove and began to cook.

"That's all?"

"Yes."

Jian Yan made a sound and began to choose food materials again.

She took potatoes, cucumbers and water spinach, a dark purple round, which is said to be a bitter thing of purple crisp fruit, and began to choose meat dishes.

Meat dishes are difficult to choose because they don't know each other.

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

Finally, Jian Yan picked a fish similar to mandarin fish.

The fish is not live, but it is fresh.

In short, I like to eat live fish, especially the kind of live fish.

But there is no canteen, so we can only make do with it.

She has a good knife and can handle fish neatly.

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

One of the older men opened his mouth slightly and said, "the little girl's skill in handling fish... Is perfect."

He is good at making fish and handling fish.

In terms of knife work, he thinks he is not bad.

But compared with the little girl, he found that his knife work was in a mess.

That's what the ancient book said about the paoding jieniu.

That's what he said.

In short, he said with a smile, "you've praised me too much. Where's my little skill? I can't compare it with a servant."

The little girl is quite modest.

Hearing her words, they stopped talking and focused on watching her deal with the fish.

They concentrate, in short, more than they do.

She paid full attention to the mandarin fish in her hand.

Beat, cut, cut, and speed are very fast, and your hands are fast and dazzling, confident and confident.