God of Cookery Live Room

Chapter 393 Other staple foods
Different from Shen Yinian and Gou Xuefang's complaints, Chen Er seemed much calmer when eating Yingjila.

"Actually, it's not bad to eat too much."

Chen Er finished the second piece of Indira in his hand very calmly, then wiped his hands and said, "If you eat too much, you will feel that the sour taste in Indira is more pure, and even slightly sweet."

"Really?" Gou Xuefang said she didn't believe it, so she reached out to grab the last piece of injera on the table and taste it again to see if she could get the feeling Chen Er said.

I didn't expect to stretch out my hand, but it was empty.

The last piece of Injira was taken by a claw that appeared out of nowhere.

Gou Xuefang looked up that arm, and that face turned out to be that of Guo Dalong who had just been yelling that he would never eat this food.

"Hey." Gou Xuefang crossed her arms on her chest and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at Guo Dalong.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to eat?"

Guo Dalong didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead he was confident, "I just want to see if this food is as bad as I imagined."

While eating, he curled his lips in disgust, "It's really bad."

Then, he ate the Indira in his hand.

Gou Xuefang rolled his big eyes, and complained, "If you have the ability, spit it out!"

Guo Dalong curled his lips again, "Hey, you're too disgusting..."

Gou Xuefang was completely speechless.

Chen Er said to the live broadcast camera, "Injila is a relatively traditional delicacy, but not every Ethiopian can eat it."

"In some remote rural areas, injila is not available to everyone."

"Because I said before that the main ingredient for making indira is teff, and the yield of teff is very low, so in Ethiopia, some remote places, it is difficult to eat indira for a long time."

Therefore, in rural areas of Ethiopia, the staple food of local Ethiopians changed from injera to another kind of pasta.

Fans are buzzing about it.

"So what Chen Laoshi means is that the kind of food just now can only be eaten by richer people?"

"It's been said that Injila is a national dish, so it shouldn't be so..."

"Chen Laoshi said that because the output is too low, some rural areas cannot guarantee to eat injila often, so their staple food is another kind of food."

Chen Er stood up and walked out of the house with the camera. A large green plant was planted outside the guide's house, which looked a lot like plantains.

Chen Er communicated with the guide for a long time and still couldn't figure out what kind of tree this was, but since it looked very similar to banana, it probably belonged to the same family or genus as banana.They should be almost all of the same type.

So Chen Er called it a banana tree.

Chen Er picked a relatively tall and sturdy banana tree and patted the trunk of the banana tree. "This is the staple food in rural areas of Ethiopia."

Because this kind of banana tree is very common in the rural areas of Ethiopia, and it is also easy to feed, this kind of banana tree has naturally become one of the staple foods of the local people.

Of course, in addition to eating the fruit of the plantain when the banana is ripe, Ethiopians will also eat the roots of the plantain tree.

Ethiopians dig out the roots of this plantain tree, grind them into powder, wrap them up, bury them in the ground to ferment for a period of time, dig them out, and roast them with fire to eat them.

It is a staple food for most rural Ethiopians.

Chen Er rolled up his sleeves, "Let's also eat this banana cake today."

Chen Er picked up the tools borrowed from the guide's house, a polished and slightly sharp shovel, and began to dig out the roots of the banana tree.

After a while, a large piece of plantain root was dug out.

After the plantain roots were dug out, Chen Er asked the guide how to make the pancakes.

The guide spoke non-fluent English, chattered nonsense to Chen Er, and even made gestures with dancing gestures. The two talked for a long time before Chen Er finally figured out how to make this kind of food.

He broke off two large banana leaves from the banana tree and spread them on the ground.

Then put the excavated plantain root on one of the plantain leaves, and peel the plantain root with a knife.

Peeling the skin reveals the white roots inside.

Chen Er directly chopped the plantain roots with the knife in his hand, threw them all into a big stone pounder, and smashed them all into fine powder after three or two strokes.

Then put the pounded plantain root in a clean plantain leaf, wrap it and bury it in the ground.Wait for fermentation.

Guo Dalong was too lazy to watch Chen Er make things, and he didn't have the slightest urge to appreciate the surrounding scenery.

So he took out a large handful of change from his pocket, gave it to the guide, and asked the guide for some beef, which he wanted to roast himself.

The guide glanced at the change in his hand, and immediately began to shake his head, speaking English with a strange accent.

Guo Dalong didn't understand at all, and he didn't bother to guess, so he just started to cut the flesh.

The guide rushed over and stopped Guo Dalong.

The two chatted there, and Chen Er spoke slowly.

"The guide said that your change is not enough to buy beef."

Guo Dalong stared, "Then tell him to sell the meat to me first, and I will exchange some money for him later."

Chen Er laughed, "They don't care about this. If you want to eat now, you have to pay now, otherwise, you won't get the beef."

Guo Dalong's eyes became even bigger and rounder.

In fact, he really didn't exchange so many local currencies.

When he got off the plane, he exchanged some local currency at the airport, but because the denomination of the local currency was too large and Guo Dalong didn't pay attention to the exchange rate, the money exchanged was not enough for him to squander.

Along the way, he sprinkled coins and spent money, and before he reached his destination, he had already spent almost all of the exchanged currency.

Guo Dalong was dumbfounded at this time, he actually had no money to spend!
But looking at the tall and burly guide opposite, Guo Dalong really didn't dare to make small moves.

After a while, Guo Dalong's stomach was so hungry that he started to growl.

He watched helplessly as the guide sold the remaining beef to a passing foreign tourist convoy.

Guo Dalong almost popped his eyes out.

He stood by and hesitated for a long time, and finally walked over to Chen Er's side.

At this time, Chen Er had already dug out the fermented plantain root fragments from the geography.

Guo Dalong swallowed, and suddenly interjected, "Hey, can this be eaten directly?"

Gou Xuefang's face was very ugly, "Do you know how to be polite? Hey, who are you talking to?"

Guo Dalong pushed back very unconvinced, "We are the only ones here, I don't talk to you, do I still talk to ghosts!"

(End of this chapter)