The Almighty Goddess of Interstellar Rebirth Has Fallen

"You and I!"

Anan pointed to the tip of his nose in shock, "What did you say?"

Heck.

Ye Huang actually called her "good"?

Also, the dog's teeth can't bite, so she can bite? How about scolding her around the corner?

snort!

"Start cooking!"

Ye Huang smiled and ignored her, and greeted a few little radishes, "Come over and take the task!"

A few little radishes rushed over immediately, chasing Ye Huang into the kitchen like a worm.

"Dad,"

Anan said in disbelief, "Did you really let her into the kitchen? Aren't you afraid she would blow up the kitchen?"

When did Miss Ye enter the kitchen!

Ye Huang assigned a few small radishes a little bit of work. In fact, she can do these things herself, but this is a rare opportunity to get close to a few little guys, and she naturally won't let it go in vain.

Everyone peeling garlic, peeling garlic, minced ginger, and minced **** are all very busy.

Ye Huang freed his hands and started to prepare the seasonings without any hassle.

To cook these coyote meat, these seasonings are crucial.

Coyote meat firewood, sour, in fact, it is not difficult to solve.

It's just that in this interstellar era, many people have given up natural foods and opted for various nutritional supplements in order to improve their mental strength and physique.

Expensive nutrients are extracted from some special materials with very difficult technical processes.

Such nutrient rich in special energy is the mainstream food, of course, there are various flavors, but it tastes...

Ha ha!

The corner of Ye Huang's lips subtly picked out a hint of mockery.

Why do people not handle natural food well in the interstellar age?

That's because no one can well grasp the elemental properties of each ingredient. At this point, it is difficult for her to be gifted.

Entering this world, I am very fortunate that her powerful spiritual sense is still there, and she is born with a mysterious perception of all things!

"Hey!"

Anan walked in at an unknown time, and when he saw the ingredients prepared by Ye Huang, he fryed, "Can you cook! Can you cook coyote meat with salt and yellow powder?"

Nitro yellow powder is also sour and astringent. Wouldn't it make things worse if you add it?

Is that meat still edible?

"Shut up if you don't understand,"

Ye Huang smiled coldly, "If you want to learn, just watch it carefully!"

Anan almost jumped again.

But this coyote was Ye Huang's trophy. She hadn't forgotten this, so she could only grunt and snorted, looking at it in confusion and dissatisfaction.

Ye Huang smiled and ignored her, and continued with her work.

First blanch the coyote meat in water, pick up the fattest fat and keep it, cut it into cubes, and refine it into meat oil in another pot.

"This kind of oil is too fishy to eat—huh?"

Anan couldn't help it, but he was stunned when he said it.

The oil is fragrant, where is there a little fishy smell? !

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"Boss, boss, it smells so good-"

The little radishes had already swallowed their saliva when they smelled the smell. When addressing Ye Huang, they even omitted the word "leaf" and called him the boss.

Anan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Obviously, besides her father, she is the oldest, and she is a few months older than Ye Huang!

"Let's eat this oil residue,"

Ye Huang smiled and handed the finished meat residue to the little guys. This kind of oil residue was crisp and fragrant, and it was full of oil in one mouthful.

Anan also swallowed silently.

"Here!"

Ye Huang picked up the largest piece of oil residue and brought it to Anan's mouth.

"I don't……"

Before Anan finished speaking, the oil residue had already entered his mouth for some reason. He took a bite, it was delicious!

Cannibals have a short mouth, Anan rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Ye Huang smiled and coaxed the little radishes out to play, and then looked at Anan again: "Will you help me?"

This time, Anan nodded honestly, both curious and doubtful.

Ye Huang quickly cut up a pot of wolf meat and simmered it in the pot. After frying the seasoning and putting it in, a strange thick meat fragrance immediately spread out.

Anan's eyes widened, is this really coyote meat? !

"It will take a while,"

After a while, Ye Huang turned down the heat, wiped his hands and said, "Anan, look at the pot, and when the soup is almost finished, put the small bamboo roots in this bowl."

Anan opened his mouth and wanted to refute it. He had never heard of it, who let go of the small bamboo roots when stewing coyote meat!