Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

The soft and sticky porridge enters the stomach along the throat, and the warmth and comfort 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 kind of stove in the cafeteria, so I can only look around, and then take a pot that is similar to Tang Zhen's cooking rice paste, but it needs to be a lot bigger, pour the rice into it, add water and look at Tang Zhen .

"Uncle Tang, where should I put this pot?"

Tang Zhen, who was watching her busy from front to back, finally couldn't help it anymore, "Why don't you grind your rice and cook it in the pot?"

"I cook rice, but if it's not cooked, why should I crush it?"

Jian Yan was even more shocked than Tang Zhen, she explained, "Uncle Tang, rice porridge is only suitable for the elderly who have no teeth and babies who are a few months old and need supplementary food.

Adults, of course, eat.

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

"How about I cook a pot of porridge for you?"

Tang Zhen, "...you can have porridge."

rice···

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

Since the empire stopped wars and entered a period of stable and peaceful rapid development, the eating method of crushing and boiling rice into a paste has been finalized.

Not that no one has tried doing it the other way around.

But all failed.

He also tried to cook rice that is said to be crystal clear with distinct grains in an ancient book handed down by the Tang family, and the result...

Don't mention it.

"Would you like to cook on high or low fire?"

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

So, Tang Zhen opened a burning furnace for her.

Jian Yan looked at the fire, then stretched out her hand to feel the temperature, and said to herself that this thing called a combustion furnace was similar to the natural gas in her era.

It's easy.

Put the pot on and put the lid on, Jian Yan turned around and took another pot to fill the rice, wash it, add water, put it on a burning stove and start cooking.

"That's all right?"

"Um."

Jian Yan hummed, and began to choose ingredients again.

She took potatoes, cucumbers, water spinach, a dark purple round and bitter thing that was said to be a purple crunchy fruit, and began to pick meat dishes.

Meat dishes are not easy to choose, because I don’t know each other.

Need to ask one by one to make a decision.

In the end, Jian Yan picked a fish similar to mandarin fish.

The fish is not live but very fresh.

In short, I like to eat live fish, especially the kind that are alive and kicking.

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

She has a good knife and handles fish neatly.

The sharp and flashing knife was so fast that only a shadow could be seen in her hand. Tang Zhen and the other chefs were shocked when they saw this scene.

One of the older men opened his mouth slightly, and said in disbelief, "The little girl's skills in handling fish... are superb."

He is good at cooking fish, and he is good at handling fish.

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

But compared with this little girl, he realized that his knife skills were abysmal.

That's the way it is said in ancient books that Paoding Jieniu is afraid.

That's all he said.

Jian Yan laughed and said, "You are too famous, how can I be so small with my little skill, I dare not compare it with Paodingjieniu."

The little girl is quite modest.

After hearing her words, they stopped talking and concentrated on watching her handle the fish.

They are attentive, in short, more attentive than them.

Her full attention was on the mandarin fish in her hand.

Shooting, chopping, cutting, extremely fast, the kung fu in the hands is dazzlingly fast, and the movements are skillful and confident.