I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 168 Advanced Kitchen

Lancelot and Lilith followed Lampard to the so-called kitchen, and the scene inside almost shocked him.

The kitchen had no door. When the boy walked in, he found that the entire interior space was very large, and the layout was completely different from what Lancelot expected.

The stove was placed on the right wall. Lancelot took a closer look and found that the stove was actually covered with a layer of white tiles!

Lancelot was absolutely right. The square tiles fit closely together and were exactly the same as the stove in the rental house in his previous life.

"Lampard, what is this stove made of?"

"Oh? This is a special material brought by Mr. Harvey from the Kingdom of Pislan. Mrs. Pasha specially bought a small part of it from Mr. Harvey."

"It turns out it's a special material." Lancelot nodded and did not continue to ask.

"The ingredients are all here, please follow me." Lampard said and continued to guide the two of them inside.

The kitchen is a rectangular space. Although there are not many guests eating here, there are five stoves.

Lampard walked forward for a short distance, then pointed to the various ingredients on the iron rack and said: "These are fresh foods, Lancelot, you can choose what dishes you want."

"Okay." Lampard stepped aside to make way for the boy, and Lancelot walked to the iron shelf and observed the ingredients placed on it.

Lilith and Lampard looked at each other. The girl shrugged and expressed some helplessness. She did not expect that the meal would develop like this.

Lancelot was immediately attracted by the so-called iron frame in front of him. The iron frame shone silvery under the candlelight and had a mirror effect.

The boy stretched out his hand and pinched the iron wire, then brought it up to his nose and smelled it. There was no smell of rust at all.

【Is this stainless steel?】

Lancelot suppressed his inner surprise and began to scan the vegetables on the steel rack: lettuce, tomatoes, cabbage, eggplant, corn, potatoes, and a lot of dishes that Lancelot couldn't name.

"Are these tomatoes shipped from another country?" Lancelot picked up a red tomato and turned back to Lampard and asked.

Lampard was stunned when he heard this, and then explained: "Tomatoes? These are the fireballs unique to Blackthorn. These are fresh ingredients picked from the fields every three days."

"Fireball Fruit" Lancelot took a closer look at the tennis ball-sized tomato in his hand. The guy who named it was definitely a wise man.

Lancelot picked a few plump tomatoes and held them in his hand, then picked up a handful of green onions and asked again: "Lampard, do you have any eggs here?"

"No, right behind you."

Lancelot turned around and saw that there were three layers of eggs in cartons piled on the floor near the corner. He stood up and put the tomatoes and green onions on the clean stove, then asked Lampard to get a bamboo basket and squat down.

I picked out five eggs of good size.

Lilith stood next to Lampard and stared blankly at the process of Lancelot selecting ingredients. Her original intention was to thank the boy for saving her, but now it was Lancelot cooking to entertain her.

Lampard also looked at Lancelot speechlessly. As the chef of Pasha Tavern, when he saw Lancelot picking up fireballs and eggs, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Lancelot, you

Do you plan to use these fireballs to make soup? The omelette is ready-made here, so there is no need to make it separately."

"Who told you I was going to fry eggs?" Lancelot curled his lips and put the basket on the stove.

Lancelot felt a warmth coming from his thighs. He bent down and looked at the stove. The firewood inside was burning brightly.

The strange thing is that Lancelot didn't feel the heat when he passed by before, and there was no aroma of food emanating from the kitchen.

"Lampard, what's cooking here?" Lancelot asked, pointing to the iron pot covered with a round wooden board.

"Crab."

"Huh? There are also crabs?" Lancelot said with a face full of surprise, then stretched out his hand to open the board.

"etc!"

Lampard suddenly grabbed Lancelot's arm and explained apologetically: "Sorry, this is a supper prepared for Mrs. Pasha."

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay." Lancelot nodded awkwardly.

"Lampard, Lancelot is an important guest, so of course he must entertain him with the best food." Lilith said as she walked forward and uncovered the board. Inside lay two cooked crabs, light red.

The shell looks delicious.

"Miss Lilith, these two crabs were specially brought from the seaside. I'm afraid of Madam," Lampard said with a confused look on his face and glanced at the crabs in the pot with some hesitation.

Lancelot rubbed his sore wrist and was surprised by Lampard's amazing strength. He guessed that crabs should be very rare creatures in this world, otherwise Lampard would not care about two crabs here.

"Mother won't be angry because of this kind of thing. Lancelot saved me and I can eat whatever I want. Now I'm going to be angry." Lilith's face darkened, she was obviously angry.

"Lilith, don't be like this, I don't like eating crabs." Lancelot couldn't help but swallowed after finishing speaking.

Lampard had no choice but to nod helplessly: "Okay, Miss Lilith, I understand."

Only then did Lilith regain her smile, stood behind the boy curiously and asked, "Lancelot, what are you going to do now?"

"Tomato scrambled eggs, oh no, it's fireball scrambled eggs."

"What?" Lilith and Lampard asked in unison.

"You haven't eaten it before, right? Just chop the fireballs into small pieces, then mix them with eggs and fry them together."

Lilith shook her head in confusion. She had eaten fried eggs, boiled eggs, fireball stewed soup and sauce, but she had never eaten anything mixed with the two.

"Will it be toxic if mixed like this?" Lampard scratched his gray hair and asked worriedly.

"Haha, don't worry, it can't be poisonous." Lancelot was dumbfounded by Lampard's words and turned around to start preparing the ingredients.

Lancelot took out a round-handled sharp knife from the wooden box on the wall and was about to cut the tomatoes into small pieces. Just as he was about to cut them off, he suddenly remembered something.

"Is there any clean water? I want to wash these four fireballs."

Lampard explained to the boy: "These ingredients have been washed by the maid before they are sent to the kitchen."

"Okay. Lampard, Lilith, you don't need to stay here. I will bring it out after I finish it."

After hearing this, Lampard turned around and walked out. He didn't expect this strange recipe to make anything delicious. Since Lancelot proposed to cook it himself, it really didn't make much sense for him to stay here.

It just so happened that he could take advantage of this time to sit down at the pastry seller's house next door, Bird, and have an in-depth exchange of feelings with the widow named Tess.

(End of chapter)