After my divorce, I awakened the strongest food system!

It turned out to be killing fish...

Shen Jing'an stuck out her tongue, she was afraid of seeing that kind of bloody scene.

When returning to her hometown during the Chinese New Year, she never went to see her grandpa slaughtering chickens, and hid far away.

The bad smell is one aspect, the main thing is that you will feel empathy, as if your neck has been cut.

However, when eating, Quack Xiang can show off several large bowls.

Master Liu drank soy milk until he was full, burped, patted his stomach, and stood up.

"Haha, Master Shen, I have to say, your soy milk is really delicious, and I'm full again."

Master Liu stood still for a while: "All right, Master Shen, I'll go back first."

"Okay, go slowly." Shen Yi nodded.

Master Liu waved his hand, walked out of the store, got into the car, and obviously had some difficulty wearing his seat belt.

The car vibrated violently.

Then he rushed forward suddenly, stopped suddenly, and drove away slowly.

The ingredients are ready.

Shen Yi is going to start making steamed buns, soy milk, and Dongpo elbow.

It is convenient to wait for the next sale.

Shen Jing'an was quite interested to see her elder brother cooking.

He took a small plastic stool and ran to sit by the edge of the kitchen.

"Brother, are you making buns now?"

Seeing Shen Yi take out a bag of flour, Shen Jingan asked.

"Yes, I'm making the dough first, and I'll start after I wake up."

Shen Yi explained.

Wash hands well and dry.

Pour the flour into the iron basin, appropriate amount of water, and mix well.

It was sticky a second ago.

In the next second, with Shen Yi's flexible and quick technique, the batter was quickly kneaded into elastic dough.

Shen Jing'an couldn't understand, but was shocked.

After all, there is a comparison!

My mother Fang Meng cooks three meals a day at home.

Occasionally on weekends, Fang Meng would make some buns in the morning.

Shen Jing'an had seen it, and when they met, they were far worse than their elder brother.

"Son, this method is not bad, where did you learn it?"

Fang Meng didn't know when she came over and put her arm on Shen Jing'an's shoulder.

Seeing her son's kneading technique, her eyes lit up.

Fang Meng likes to cook all kinds of delicacies.

Shen Jing'an occasionally finds some food videos on Douyin, and will call her when her mouth is drooling.

"I figured it out when I was bored at home."

For lying to his mother, Shen Yi still felt a little guilty.

The whole body is a little uncomfortable.

After all, my mother always said that she was honest when she met everyone, and she never lied since she was a child.

But you can't expose the system, right?

That mother will probably take him to the hospital to see a psychiatrist.

"Awesome, let me just say, my son is so smart, with 360 lines, as long as he is interested, he can become the champion."

"By the way, is there any skill in kneading dough?" Fang Meng asked.

Shen Yi smiled, thought for a while, organized his thoughts, and explained to Fang Meng.

Concise and clear theoretical knowledge, combined with real-time on-site demonstrations, is easy to understand, and even ordinary people who have never been in contact with it can quickly master basic skills.

Fang Meng nodded frequently, fully understanding.

I rolled up my sleeves and wanted to try it myself.

Baian pasta is a gap in her gourmet puzzle.

Now with the explanation of my precious son, I can finally make up for it today.

Even though kneading the dough with hands was far from Shen Yi's, it was much smoother than before.

As long as you practice more, there is still room for improvement.

"My son is so good that he can be a teacher." Fang Meng said cheerfully.

Teacher...

Shen Yi shook his head and sighed slightly in his heart.

He originally wanted to stay in school as a university teacher after getting his Ph.D.

but............

But Fang Meng's words gave him a little inspiration.

What would happen if a school was opened to teach cooking skills?

But, it's too early to think about that.

There are very few delicacies that I have mastered.

Let's wait until the day when half of the food in the system is emptied, and then think about it.

In other words, with the revenue from this morning and noon, there should be enough points for the two lottery draws.

I don't know what delicacies to win this time?

Thoughts flashed by, Shen Yi shook his head, he stopped thinking about these things, and returned his focus to the things to be done in front of him.

The dough was proofed quickly, during which time, Shen Yi also boiled the soy milk.

The meat stuffing, jelly and so on are also ready, and they start to make buns.

Fang Meng watched this step very carefully.

Shen Yi noticed and slowed down a bit.

But even so, Fang Meng and Shen Jingan were still dumbfounded.

"Brother is so powerful, how can this be wrapped up in one turn."

"Son, please slow down, Mom didn't see clearly."

Shen Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "My speed is already very slow."

"Brother, you have learned how to brag." Shen Jing'an was a little disbelieving.

"If you don't believe me, look at it."

Shen Yi does not know how to use the limit explosive speed to make steamed stuffed buns.

It's all about muscle memory, and even the eyes can't keep up.

But that takes a lot of effort, after all, how can anyone keep amplifying their moves?

Usually only eight speeds are used.

In order to show Fang Meng a closer look just now, I only used five minutes of speed!

Find out a small dose that is exactly the same as before.

With a push of the rolling pin, a perfect dough with moderate elasticity appeared.

Spread it flat in your hands, it is translucent and beautiful, and scoop up two spoonfuls of the prepared meat filling.

Shen Yi smiled slightly: "Look, don't blink."

Shen Jingan blinked and nodded: "Brother, you can start pretending."

Fang Meng also narrowed her eyes and watched carefully.

In the next second, Shen Yi's left wrist flicked.

The dough was stressed, with the meat filling, and it spun in the palm of the hand.

In slow motion, drops of crystal clear gravy flew up vertically.

The right hand followed quickly, with long and slender fingers, well-defined joints, very beautiful.

But at the moment I can't see it at all.

It was just a blur, as if doing kneading and kneading movements.

The rudimentary form of soup dumplings gradually became three-dimensional.

But one breath and the gravy falls back.

36 perfect pleats complete the closure.

Shen Yi pinched the pleats on the top and lifted it, and the soup dumpling was pulled up.

Throwing it away, the soup dumpling bounced off the chopping board.

No sign of falling apart.

This proves that the seal is perfect.

There is no decrease in quality due to the increase in speed.

Shen Jingan was dumbfounded.

What the old man said turned out to be true.

She just dazzled just now, and then made the soup dumpling.

"Mom, did you see clearly?" Shen Jing'an asked.

"No."

Fang Meng shook her head and picked up the soup dumpling. It felt good and was very elastic.

The shock in my heart is still there, and it is still a little unbelievable.

My son's cooking skills are too good!

Shen Yi was slightly complacent, and said with a smile: "How about it, your brother, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"Brother, you are too powerful!"

Shen Jingan gave a thumbs up and took out a new phone.

"Brother, come again, I want to take a picture and send it to Moments."

Shen Yi did not refuse.

It came again, and Shen Jingan called it awesome.

Under the slow motion replay of the mobile phone, she and Fang Meng saw clearly.

He has a very clear understanding of how powerful Shen Yi is.

That's awesome!