Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

The empire is a very magical country, and the food culture is very disconnected.

Many ingredients and seasonings are missing, and cooking methods are basically lost.

Wheat and cornstarch exist just like flour.

Since the worms needed for crystal shrimp dumplings and crab roe soup dumplings have not come back, Jian Yan is not in a hurry to prepare dumpling wrappers and noodles.

Instead, he took a chicken weighing seven or eight catties out of the incubator and stewed the soup.

Tang Zhen and the others know how to cook chicken soup, and they don't need to be taught in brief words.

Seeing her scalding the chicken in boiling water to remove the blood, Tang Zhen immediately took a pot to Jian Yan, "Use this to cook, quickly."

The shape of this pot is a bit strange, not like a serious pot.

But since Tang Zhen handed it over, he pointed it out quickly, and Jian Yan subconsciously thought it was a pressure cooker.

He readily took it and put the chicken in, followed by ginger slices, scallions and water.

When he was about to put the pot on the burner and start the fire, Tang Zhen handed over a board that looked like a display screen.

"This is the supporting product of the accelerator and the pot."

In short, "..."

What kind of pot is this?

It doesn't matter if it looks weird and doesn't look like a serious pot, why is there a matching board.

She silently glanced at the board, and passed the pot to Tang Zhenyi.

"Uncle Tang, it's better for you to come, I don't know how to use this thing."

"You have to learn, this thing is a good time saver."

Having said that, Tang Zhen still took the pot and put it on the board, and then taught Jianyan how to use it.

This board is a black technology, there are only two human body temperature sensing buttons on it.

The button on the left is the ON button, and when it lights up, a transparent cover will pop up on the board, which can cover the whole pot tightly.

Then press the key on the right, which is the time accelerator key.

The flow rate of time inside the cover is different from that outside. It takes two to three hours to stew a soup outside, but it only takes half an hour inside the cover.

After listening to Tang Zhen's brief explanation of Sparta, she remembered the space novels she had read in the original world.

Time in space is different from that in the outside world, and the law of conservation of energy is completely useless in space.

She didn't think much about it when she watched it at the time, but with the appearance of this black technology board, she can no longer look directly at the law of conservation of energy.

"What is the principle of this transparent cover to speed up time?" She asked in a daze.

"I don't know, this is a new product made by the Imperial Manufacturing Research Center.

It is not sold on the market at present, it is only for internal use of the army, in order to save time. "

The esophagus industry is not popular in the empire, even if the esophagus has good employment prospects, good benefits, and high remuneration, it is still not popular.

The people of the empire think that those who work on the esophagus are not dealing with nutrient solution or pots and pans every day. This is a very unpromising behavior.

Most of them are willing to develop in mecha manufacturing, commanding, martial arts and other majors, and they are not willing to choose esophagus.

As a result, the Department of Esophagus has become the most difficult major in major universities.

It also led to the Association of Chefs, who couldn't recruit a chef who graduated from esophagus for several years.

With a population of more than 10 billion in the entire empire, there are less than 100,000 people who work in the esophagus, and even fewer cooks, not even 20,000.

Some of these chefs were assigned to restaurants with high salaries to live comfortably, and some were assigned to various military stars as resident chefs, also with high salaries but nowhere to spend.

That's all, the key is that the number of troops stationed in each military star ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. Just a few chefs can't supply so many mouths.