Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

Ji Zi found clues that Xia Zhihui had never found on the second floor of the different world company.

It turns out that the clues have been around all along, but in the dark, they never found them.

At this moment, Xia Zhihui, who was completely unaware, was looking at Pam with joy.

It was inconvenient for him to enter March 7th's room, so he decisively chose to let Pam take out the all-in-one machine from March 7th's room.

March 7th's computer is on her desktop.

Xing once complained about it.

"Although there are all kinds of knickknacks on March's table, it's much neater than her bed."

"She never folds the quilt!"

March 7th will argue.

"Anyway, when I was on the train, I didn't get up until ten in the morning. I had to take a nap after lunch. I woke up at four in the afternoon. After taking a shower at ten in the evening, I was lying on the bed playing with my mobile phone."

"We spend more time in bed than under the bed in a day, so why should we fold the quilt?"

"The quilt demon has devoured me a long time ago, and the quilt is my boss!"

Putting aside the quilt, March 7's room is quite tidy.

Pam was slightly taller than the computer desk, but she still couldn't reach the all-in-one computer on the desk. She had to step on March 7's rolling chair to hold the computer.

The computer screen was transparent. It held the black support frame below with one hand and the top of the computer frame with the other. Then it raised its head and held the computer on its face, and walked out of the door with difficulty.

Looking through the computer screen at Pam, whose face had been squashed and her hat was crooked, Xia Zhihui couldn't help but smile and took out his phone to take a few pictures.

Pam was so angry that she wanted to stamp her feet, but she was afraid of accidentally dropping the computer, so she could only shout.

"Xia Zhihui!"

"Don't take pictures of the train conductor!"

"Why don't you take the computer away quickly!"

Xia Zhihui laughed loudly, took away the computer, and teleported away without waiting for Pam to speak.

When he returned to the company in another world, he was still happy.

At this moment, the noodles have been cooked.

March 7 watched Xia Zhihui come back, then took out the computer on the small table, feeling slightly relieved.

Although there are no restricted gadgets on her computer, the various supernatural movies, romantic movies she usually watches, and even selfies with various expressions are all there. She doesn't want anyone to see those photos that can be called black history.

Xia Zhihui followed the rules and just connected to his computer and started checking the Longlun Gang's information.

After Dan Heng took a look, he put down the book in his hand and sat next to him, trying hard to keep up with his reading speed.

Xingya took a look, then got dazzled, gave up decisively, and continued to play the game, but turned off the game volume completely.

The game she is playing now is an independent game in City No. 7, which is different from the game played by Interstellar Peace Company on the train.

Although the games in City No. 7 were not as fun as those in the company, there was nothing she could do. On the Ket planet, she was completely unable to connect to a signal that could cover most of the galaxy.

Normal signals are all isolated by the star core.

Just like Beloberg, after Yalilo 6 was swallowed by the cold wave, it was completely unable to contact the company and could only endure hardships for more than seven hundred years.

Gollum-

When the hot water meets the dough, a rich aroma bursts out instantly, and the aroma wafts in the air, making the entire first floor full of happiness.

March 7 closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and showed a satisfied smile on her face.

Now, it’s time for Chef March 7 to show off his cooking skills!

Although she didn't do anything, just make instant noodles.

After a while, the noodles slowly unfolded, and the soft noodles floated on the soup, which was mouth-watering.

She picked up the scissors, cut open the seasoning packet, poured it into the boiling noodle soup, then picked up a fork and stirred the seasoning evenly so that each noodle could fully absorb the flavor of the seasoning.

After another minute, March 7 picked up the spoon, scooped up a mouthful of noodle soup, blew on it, and slowly put it into his mouth.

Kimura Haruyu looked at March 7 and closed his eyes happily, not knowing what to say.

Just make some noodles, is that all?

But March Qi, who had closed her eyes, did not see his expression. After dividing the packages, he brought bowls of instant noodles to the bar, and then tapped the edge of the pot with a spoon.

"It's time to eat!"

Xia Zhihui, who was a little dizzy, pushed the mouse decisively and closed the projected keyboard.

"Look, look at the fart!"

"Have a meal!"

Dan Heng, who was already dizzy next to him, nodded and followed him.

Hoshi put away his cell phone and went upstairs to inform Jizi and Karl.

When the two came down, March 7 was arguing with Xia Zhihui, who had taken a bite.

"You can't even cook instant noodles!"

"Why not? Isn't this good?"

"Instant noodles should be put in the oil package and seasoning package first, and then add the bread after boiling, so that the flavor can be absorbed."

Xia Zhihui pointed to the instant noodles in front of him.

"And you obviously add the seasoning packet after the noodles are softened. This way, the noodles will become soft after the seasoning packet is incorporated into the noodle soup."

"Only instant noodles that are slightly raw can be instant noodles with a soul. It can't be that simple!"

On March 7th, Xia Zhihui said that she could not hold her head up at first, but after hearing the last sentence, her little head was filled with doubts.

"Ok?"

"What omelette?"

Xia Zhihui hesitated for a moment, and finally waved in despair.

"Come out and I'll make you some fried eggs."

He turned the heat back on, and after the pot was hot, he turned it down to a low heat, and then poured in the base oil.

When the golden base oil rippled slightly, Xia Zhihui held a spatula in one hand and cracked in two eggs with the other.

March 7, who was still slightly dissatisfied at first, stood in awe.

Beating eggs with one hand, advanced technique!

Just this skill is enough for her to learn for a week!

Xia Zhihui looked at the bottom of the egg liquid and slightly increased the fire. After more than ten seconds, a thin layer had formed at the bottom.

He took the spatula and slightly lifted up the bottom layer to let the hot oil go in.

Along the edge of the egg, scoop up bit by bit until the entire egg can be scooped up.

The bottom of the egg is now set, but the yolk on top is still liquid.

Xia Zhihui started the fire decisively, then picked up the handle of the pot and began to shake the iron pot, making the eggs move in a circular motion around the iron pot.

The circle grew faster and faster, and finally he made a decisive move and turned the egg over.

Next, take a little salt with a spoon and sprinkle it on the upward side of the egg. After the bottom is also set, flip the pan over and press the egg with a spatula to brush the pan so that the salt is evenly spread on the surface of the egg.

After brushing the pan twice, turn it over again, put a little salt on the surface again, turn it over for the last time, brush the pan, and the omelette is thoroughly done.

The golden sides, the burnt brown egg edges, the faintly visible salt grains and slightly reflective oil, and the aroma from the protein make people swallow their saliva.

March 7 pushed his own bowl decisively.

"I was wrong. Next time I cook noodles, I will put the seasoning first and then the noodles."

Xia Zhihui hates that iron cannot become steel.

“Only instant noodles are like this!”

“Ordinary noodles are boiled first and then seasoned!”