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Sangbo carried a large bag of things and went directly into the kitchen. He waved to Xia Zhihui, who was guarding the oil pan, and opened the bag.

"Come and see, it's a good thing."

"Cream, eggs, fruits, low-gluten flour, molds, these are all used for making cakes."

Xia Zhihui understood immediately that Sangbo planned to make a birthday cake for Hook.

In the lower area, he had not seen many of these ingredients for a long time, especially the butter. The last time he ate it, he had it in the Shiluwa Machinery House.

And the amount he brought back was enough to make a big cake. It seems that Sang Bo spent a lot of money this time!

"It's true that Hook likes you, Uncle Sambo, but I don't want to sleep tonight."

Sambo patted his shoulder and smiled.

"How can you not? I will be in charge of the birthday cake tonight."

"I'll leave the rest to you, but I borrowed this cake mold from old Goethe and I still need to return it."

After he finished speaking, he whispered again.

"When will the goods from the south of the city come down? I have a few customers here waiting to use them."

"The day after tomorrow. After I finish my work tomorrow, I will go up to make some preparations and bring the goods down by the way."

Sambo nodded, left the kitchen, and went to the back of the line.

He didn't plan to eat here originally, but when he entered the cafeteria today, the tempting aroma aroused the greed in his stomach, and he had to have a meal no matter what.

After Natasha, Sambo and others had finished eating and left, they came back on March 7th.

As soon as she entered the dining hall, she broke away from her fatigue and shouted excitedly.

"It smells so good! What did you do in the cafeteria today?"

"Burning Hole Salamander."

Jillian was washing the dishes, and Uncle Fishman followed Hook and the others out. Only Xia Zhihui was still holding a large spoon and standing by the stove.

The fire on the stove was still on, and salamander meat was soaking in the oil pan.

Seeing that the pot had just been cooked and there were still ten minutes to wait, Xia Zhihui put down the large colander and walked to the window sill to prepare food for them.

The sultry smell of fireworks in the cafeteria, combined with the fragrance of meat, instantly attracted Xi'er.

"Are you cooking a big meal again?"

"Well, coercion, inducement and deceit, you can make a small fortune."

Thinking of the several wanderer leaders who were deceived during the recruitment process, Xi'er nodded and couldn't help but wipe the corners of her mouth.

Xia Zhihui looked amused, shook her hand, and gave her two more pieces.

The meat left for them had already been cut, and he also left some for himself. The two extra pieces that Xi'er got were cut from this.

After being busy for so long, he hasn't even tasted it yet.

Several people prepared meals and sat at the same table. Xing, who had been waiting for them for a long time, finally started to eat.

March 7 picked up a piece of salamander meat and put it into her mouth. The tender and juicy texture instantly burst into her mouth, making her narrow her eyes in happiness.

"good to eat!"

After taking this bite, she quickly took the next piece and put it into her mouth. It was so fragrant.

Dan Heng did not use a knife and fork this time. Instead, he went to the window to get a pair of chopsticks and held them firmly.

"It's delicious. The outside is crispy but tough, the inside is juicy but not greasy, and the taste is slightly sweet, but still dominated by the aroma of the salamander meat."

"It's really a unique delicacy. Brother Xia is worthy of being the person in charge of the canteen, and his cooking skills are extraordinary."

Seeing that Dan Heng, who had always been well-informed, was full of praise, Yue Yue Qi decisively agreed.

"Me too!"

Ignoring this treasure, Xia Zhihui took his small plate of cave-burning salamander and sat at the diagonal seat furthest away from Xi'er.

Can you still hold my flesh this time?

Night falls, but under the rocky and steel sky of Panyan Town, no one can tell the difference. Only the alternating light and dark street lights on the roadside reveal the identity of the night.

They had all gone back to rest on March 7, and the canteen was still brightly lit.

Xia Zhihui was still processing the salamander meat in batches, and the hot oil was crackling and licking every inch of the salamander's skin.

And Sambo was beating the dough next to him, wearing a white apron. Judging from his proficiency, it seemed that this was not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

Jillian is not in the canteen at the moment, but in the children's commune coaxing the children to sleep. After they fall asleep, she will come over to help them deal with it.

Looking at Sangbo's hand drawing a phantom in the air, Xia Zhihui couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you so skilled?"

Sambo explained proudly.

"Don't underestimate a man who has been single for many years. They may know everything."

He first separated the egg whites and yolks, sandwiched the vegetable oil and milk together and stirred quickly, then gradually added the low-gluten flour and stirred them together, then introduced the egg yolks and continued to stir until the mixture was just right.

Then he put down the bowl of egg yolk paste, placed the separated egg whites in another large, clean bowl, clamped them together with two spoons, and stirred quickly.

From the crystal clear viscous liquid of egg white, sugar is added several times, and it is beaten into a white shiny foam state. When the spoon is lifted, you can even see small sharp corners.

Finally, stir the foamed egg white into the egg yolk paste three times, pour it into the mold, remove the bubbles, and then put it in the oven.

After Xia Zhihui finished processing the cave salamander meat, he hung them all neatly. Looking at the attractive rows of cave-burning salamanders, he felt deeply satisfied.

After Jillian came back, the two of them poured the vegetables in the large wooden frame into the sink and cleaned them up.

Xia Zhihui took inventory and found that the quantity was insufficient, so he asked Jillian to pack it up first. He teleported to the snowfield and prepared to go to the greenhouse to pick some more.

Now the temperature in the greenhouse is no longer like spring all year round. Through the hole that March Qi and Xing broke through, wind and snow continuously came in, which has already made the greenhouse as cold as a snowfield.

After entering the greenhouse, Xia Zhihui picked up a piece of cabbage and pressed it. He found that it was completely frozen. He used his defensive dagger to cut it open and found that there was no trace of rot. He tore off another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring it carefully. , found that there was no problem, and then started picking.

Feeling that he had collected enough, he teleported back to Panyan Town and walked back to the canteen.

Natasha had already brought some things over, including a large teddy bear that had been washed, mended, and rounded again.

She was holding scissors and gesturing towards a piece of wrapping paper, preparing to package the earth marrow probe.

"Is the bacteria repaired?"

"Well, I just went back to repair it. This is the package that Pahlavi sent to you at the Children's Commune. I brought it here for you."

"This is the birthday gift I prepared for Uncle Fishman. Nata, please help me wrap it."

"Okay, but I really want a midnight snack now."

Want a late night snack?

Want to eat cave-burning salamander?

Looking from the window to the back kitchen, you can easily see the rows of hanging salamanders.

"Nata, I have to remind you that eating too much late-night snacks will affect your waistline..."

"hurry up."

"Ok."