Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

Xia Zhihui asked as he walked into the bar.

"Sister Jizi, how is Karl's study progress?"

"Which set of papers have you completed?"

Jizi combed her fiery red hair and said with a smile.

"The progress is faster than I imagined. Now I'm in my sophomore year of high school, majoring in mechanics."

"In just a few days, he made the leap from elementary school student to high school student. Carl's talent is indeed very good."

"The test paper I am doing now is a comprehensive examination of parts of large mechanical devices. From the current situation, he has no experience in large mechanical devices and can achieve this level. I am very satisfied."

Jizi caught Karl and praised him, not even caring that Karl was still doing the test paper.

She really enjoyed teaching these days.

Originally, there was no one on the train who could discuss mechanical knowledge with her.

Of course, there is no need to say more about the seven and stars of March.

I can't even calculate a single calculation, I need to use ten fingers, and sometimes I even want to use my toes.

The other one had just gotten on the train not long ago, and it looked like he was still a guy who had just been born.

Walter was either talking about super-large robots all day long, or he wanted to get off the car and go for a tour. When he had enough fun, he thought about getting back on the train and heading to the next destination. It was just a good disguise.

Dan Heng is an autistic young man who talks little. Even if you chat with him, you can keep chatting.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't take the initiative to bring up the topic. Any answer is extremely rational, and sometimes even a little irritating.

As for Pam?

In Pam's eyes, Jizi is not the navigator of the star train, just a small maintenance worker.

Later, she finally waited until Xia Zhihui got on the car. From Xinghe March 7th's description, Ji Zi knew that he was also very good at mechanics, and initially thought that the environment where no one communicated professional knowledge would be improved.

But it hasn't actually improved much.

Because this little guy who is quite proficient in ancient mechanics actually just wants to be a cook on the train in peace and contentment.

During the voyage, he was either thinking about what to have for lunch or what to have for dinner.

After finally being able to chat for a few words after dinner, he began to think about what to have for supper.

March 7th was the culprit who encouraged him to prepare a midnight snack.

However, there is also a benefit to talking about mechanics with Xia Zhihui, that is, being able to eat steaming hot delicacies immediately.

Because of this, Jizi felt that she had gained a little weight recently. If it weren't for the fact that when she measured her waist, she found that it was the same as before, she would have given up eating late at night.

Karl finished the test paper and handed it to Jizi for review.

Jizi glanced at the test paper and knew what score he got.

Carl scored ninety-seven out of one hundred.

Mainly because the questions in this comprehensive examination of large mechanical device parts are the kind that can be scored by rote memorization.

With the help of supercomputing chips, Carl's memory may rival Xia Zhihui's.

Xia Zhihui was preparing dinner behind the bar.

"How about something simple for dinner, some spicy mix?"

Except for the taciturn Dan Heng, the other three people at the card table all agreed.

Ji Zi shook her red hair, but said nothing, noncommittal.

Karl shook his head while holding the pen.

"Brother Xia, is there anything that's not spicy?"

Xia Zhihui also shook his head.

"Karl, think about it, can a non-spicy Mala Mix be called Mala Mix?"

"Don't worry, if you eat it once in a while, nothing will happen."

"Really?"

"Really, this is not as spicy as the hot pot before!"

After leaving the No. 3 garbage treatment plant, Carl had his first hot pot meal in his life.

The heavy oil and spicy hot pot danced directly in Karl's stomach, making him squirm all afternoon.

At this point, he began to retain basic vigilance against spicy food.

Every time Xia Zhihui prepares food, he must observe it first.

If it was spicy, he would retreat to his small room and silently drink a bottle of nutritional supplements.

One bottle lasts a day, and you can spare two extra meals for studying.

Just when Xia Zhihui finally persuaded him to return to the hotel, the four people who were persecuting each other at the card table also came over.

March 7th is even more fun

"Oh, it's not easy. Carl, you actually stayed to eat some spicy food."

"Don't worry, An La, Xia Zhihui's cooking is first-rate. I would rather have diarrhea than miss every meal he cooks himself."

With such high praise, Xia Zhihui naturally waved his hand indifferently.

"No, not really."

"How can something I make cause diarrhea?"

"March, don't slander me!"

"Ha ha!"

March Qi smiled and walked backstage, took the cabbage from his side, peeled it off leaf by leaf and washed it.

Xia Zhihui, on the other hand, was holding a kitchen knife in his hand and cutting tofu skin, potato slices and other ingredients that needed to be processed on the cutting board.

These vegetables must be washed in advance and then cut into bite-sized pieces.

The fungus is fresh fungus bought from Luofu, there is no need to use dried one for soaking.

After preparing all the ingredients, Xia Zhihui heated the wok and poured in an appropriate amount of cooking oil.

Seeing this, March 7th quickly left the bar behind him.

She was afraid of the way the oil would splash everywhere.

After all, if her fair and tender skin is touched by oil, it will take several days for the redness and swelling to disappear.

Xia Zhihui skillfully put the minced onions, ginger and garlic into the pot, stir-fried until the aroma was released, then added the bean paste and stir-fried quickly to fully integrate it with the oil, exuding an attractive red oil sheen.

Xing stood outside the bar and watched, swallowing his saliva.

The alluring aroma instantly filled the entire first floor of the alien company.

As usual, Dan Heng took on the role of a human-shaped exhaust fan.

Then, Xia Zhihui added an appropriate amount of water to the pot. After boiling, he put the prepared vegetables into the pot one by one and stirred gently with chopsticks to allow the vegetables to fully absorb the soup.

Then, Xia Zhihui added some Sichuan peppercorns, chili peppers and spices to enhance the taste of the spicy mix.

Wait until the vegetables are cooked until they are soft and firm, remove them with a large slotted spoon, and then transfer the vegetables to a large bowl.

Next, add appropriate amounts of salt, sugar, light soy sauce and balsamic vinegar to taste, and finally add soul seasoning, sesame paste and chili oil.

After all the seasonings were added, Xia Zhihui took out his chopsticks and began to stir them evenly with the chopsticks to fully integrate the seasonings and vegetables, making the spicy mixture even more delicious.

When the mixture is almost mixed, sprinkle with white sesame seeds and set the large bowl aside.

Then heat the oil in the pot again, but this time the oil is heated to stimulate the aroma.

A spoonful of hot oil was poured on the white sesame seeds, making a sizzling sound.

Karl raised his head and inhaled, feeling that he was no longer afraid of spicy food.

"I eat!"

"I eat spicy food too!"

Xia Zhihui nodded.

"Okay, that's right."

"Why are you afraid of having diarrhea? In the worst case, I'll treat it for you!"