Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 112 Mashed Potatoes

Someone has entered the door.

Just when Jing'an and Lao Bingluo were on alert, a familiar voice came from outside the house.

"Sir? Aisha? Can you hear me, please? Because the tavern is a little busy, so I came earlier and brought food over there."

It's Molly.

Jing An frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but think of what Jasmine had explained before.

Now that food delivery has started, it means... is it almost one o'clock in the afternoon now?

This is too fast.

However, after trying to run back and forth to the mezzanine space and reflecting on myself for a short while, this hour has already arrived.Jing'an turned his head, trying to find some objects that could be used as reference, but in the end he couldn't find such a thing at all.

Being indoors, Jing An couldn't predict the time by observing the angle of the sun, so she couldn't immediately judge whether Jasmine was right.

But no matter how you think about it, there is no need for this guy to deceive him.

What's more... the old Popsicle didn't smell anyone else.

From this point of view, the passage of time entering the mezzanine space may have a slight deviation from the ordinary material world.

It was just a simple exchange with Guan Hu, and even using a pocket watch to time it, it was only half an hour long.

But in the material world, it has been postponed until close to the afternoon.

While thinking about it, Jing An made a note of an important point in her heart.

If you need to continue trying to enter the mezzanine space next time, you must be prepared in time.

Thinking of this, Jing An stood up and opened the door.

He stood on the edge of the door frame, just in time to see a faint yellow light from far to near.Jasmine was seen holding an oil lamp in one hand and a large wooden suitcase in the other.

Seeing Jing An's figure, Jasmine couldn't help showing a happy smile on her face.

"Sir? Are you awake?"

"Ah."

The wooden box in hand was half as tall as Jasmine's. With such an exaggerated length, it was not difficult to see the difficulty of Jasmine's actions.After a brief hesitation, Jing An stepped forward slowly and took the wooden box from the opponent.

After picking it up, he couldn't help but glance at Jasmine more due to the slightly precipitated feel.

The tavern is not near here.

Before the two could communicate more, they heard a crunching sound.The door to Elsa's room was pushed open, revealing Elsa who was rubbing her sleepy eyes, with half of her head sticking out of the door.

"Is it time for dinner?"

Now that Aisha has woken up, there is nothing to wait for.Jing An waved at her and said softly.

"Wash up and get ready to eat."

Tidying up the room, tidying up the tables and benches, after a lot of tossing, the three of them and one dog finally gathered in Jing'an's room.

Opening the sliding door on the side, Jasmine took out the still steaming dishes.

Mashed potatoes, smoked fish, air-dried bacon, and a whole piece of apple pie as thick as a fist.

"These are all my specialty dishes. Master Hart felt a little uncomfortable today, so he didn't come to supervise the work. So I embezzled a bit of stock, and everyone can eat as much as they want!"

The speech that seemed to be like a rich man revealed an inexplicable sense of childishness.Jing An nodded, and immediately stretched out her hand to fill a large bowl of mashed potatoes.

Under the bright yellow background, the unique aroma of butter is engulfed by the hot air, turning into light milky white smoke.Just inhaling this smell made Jing An taste the sweet and greasy spice.

There is enough material.

After realizing this, Jing An picked up a whole piece with a spoon and slowly put it into her mouth.

The dense sweetness wrapped around the outside is the first impression.

In such a cold and windy climate, apart from alcohol, there is only pure sweetness like honey, which can make people feel sincerely comfortable.

And under this refreshing sweetness, there is a strong aftertaste of sweetness. The strong taste made Jingan raise her eyebrows slightly, and muttered softly.

"……milk?"

At the same time, the soft taste different from ordinary mashed potatoes also surprised Jing An.

The unique granular feel of starch is gone, replaced by a rubbery texture like gum.To be able to taste such a strange flavor in mashed potatoes, Jing'an's eyebrows also showed a little curiosity.

And such a surprised look appeared on his face, and at the same time, it also attracted the attention of Old Popsicle and Aisha—they were all competing with bacon, so naturally they didn't know the taste of mashed potatoes.

On the other hand, although Jasmine didn't understand what Jing An was talking about, she could more or less guess what Jing An was thinking based on his facial expressions.

Full of confidence outlines from the corner of her mouth, and meanders upwards.

"Sir, this tastes good, right? You know, this is a secret method that my sister and I came up with together, and I wouldn't tell the average person!"

When Jing An heard this, she turned her head and cast a questioning look at her.

As if receiving some inexplicable encouragement, Jasmine's little face dotted with freckles began to turn slightly red, reflecting shyness and excitement under the mixed yellow light.

"First cook the potatoes half-cooked. Be careful not to cook all the innermost hearts, otherwise the taste will not be so good."

"Then put them in cold water and soak them for a while. This can also make the peeling process easier. Just put them on your hands and rub them gently."

"Then, it's the most important process."

Jasmine straightened her chest, and under the watchful eyes of Jing An and the others, she took out a small wooden spoon from her waist.

"When the potatoes cool down, my sister and I use wooden spoons to scrape them into a paste. This is the secret to our secret mashed potatoes."

"And that's why you can't cook the potatoes until they're fully cooked. If they're all cooked until they're soft, you won't be able to have such a dense texture."

"After that, just re-mix the butter and milk into it while heating it, and it's done."

It is indeed a very novel approach.

Jing'an lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of Jasmine's exposed hands.

But it only looks a little older than Aisha, but the palms are already thick and ugly.Calluses intertwined with scars, it's not hard to see the hardships of her daily life at all.

After simply dictating, Jing'an can also perceive the complexity of the craftsmanship - how to scratch half-baked potatoes with a not-so-sharp wooden spoon?

Obviously, it was possible to simply perfunctory, but Jasmine did not do so.After clearly realizing this, Jing An couldn't help but speak softly.

"……thanks."

Even in simple Northern dialect, Jing'an can also express her feelings through direct statements.

(End of this chapter)