All Stars Are My Food Fans

The kitchen in the small courtyard is not often used at first glance. Many equipments are new. The knives and the fruits and vegetables placed here are all fresh enough to drip.

As soon as Jiang Qiuqiu entered the kitchen, his hand touched the spatula, like a fish entering the sea.

The first-time joy cannot be deceived.

Mrs. Al thought, no wonder Jiang Qiuqiu is a food healer. This kind of pure love from the heart is the best medium for healing spiritual power and emotional spiritual power.

Jiang Qiuqiu touched the potatoes and beef brisket in the frame, and immediately decided to make a stewed beef brisket with potatoes.

The process of making food is very familiar to her, how big is the cut, how long to put it in the pot, when to season it, and what temperature to press, so that the brisket can keep the tenderest taste.

However, these steps are very simple when they are only done alone, according to Mrs. Eyre's request, use the healing spirit power.

Do two things with one heart, and put more focus on mobilizing spiritual power.

Everything became awkward. After entering into the sea of ​​spiritual power, time would become very fast. Jiang Qiuqiu could only do two things with one mind, mobilizing the healing spiritual power while cooking.

She can only mobilize the least amount of mental power. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the mental power is as thin as hair is floating in the air.

She herself felt ordinary, and Mrs. Eyre, who was standing on the side, kept swiping in her mind in a calm mind—

There are talented people from generation to generation, and each generation is stronger than the previous generation.

A back wave chased the front wave, and the front wave lay on the beach.

The spiritual healing ability is unparalleled, and the talent is so special that it cannot be blamed for being coveted by others.

Who wouldn't want to raise such an orphan girl who is so talented, looks delicate and gentle, and has no background.

Jiang Qiuqiu's ambition continued until three o'clock in the afternoon. At three o'clock, she finally finished the process of potato brisket and made the dish.

Just one dish, a small pot, made Jiang Qiuqiu sweat again.

As soon as he walked out of the small kitchen, he saw Mrs. Ayer carrying a bag of white towels. Jiang Qiuqiu picked up one and wiped off the sweat, "Mrs. Ayer, I'm alright."

"You go to the yard first, and I'll bring the dishes over."

"Don't!" Jiang Qiuqiu hung the towel aside, "I will serve the dishes."

The pot was very hot, "If you want to serve it, bring the rice over there."

Today’s stewed beef brisket with potatoes is not nearly as hot as the previous one. The beef brisket is soft and tender, not woody at all. The time to put the potatoes is just right. The soup is full and the flour is glutinous, but it still retains the shape of the potatoes. It will not be lifted too softly, and the chopsticks will disperse as soon as it is clamped.

Today's potatoes are a little scattered, probably because it took a little more time to mobilize the healing spirit.

She is reviewing the steps, looking for what she did wrong.

But Mrs. Al was very satisfied.

This dish is not comparable to an excellent spiritual warming liquid, but it is comparable to the general mental warming liquid.

She took a bite and praised Jiang Qiuqiu: "You did a good job of this dish today."

"Ah?" Jiang Qiuqiu shook his head, "It's not as good as the one I made before—"

"I'm not bragging about the taste this time." Mrs. Eyre looked at her. "I'm talking about the healing effect."

"Qiuqiu, although you haven't enrolled yet, I confirm that you must be a spiritual healer who can heal people happily."

Mrs. Eyre sent her an invitation: "I'm going to see an old friend tomorrow. He is also very self-willed and doesn't want to drink spiritual nourishing liquid. Do you have time to accompany me to see him tomorrow?"

After staying here for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu knew Mrs. Aier's identity.

In the whole federation, there are not many people who can let her call her an old friend.

Mrs. Al's invitation, Jiang Qiuqiu did not refuse.