I have become a god with hot pot

Two hours later, in the kitchen illuminated by torches, Guo Guo concentrated on looking at Jiang Si who had just taken a sip of his soup base, and asked earnestly, "How is it?"

Jiang Si raised his head from the green soup in the bowl, and his handsome face was almost the same green: "...Are you trying to kill me?"

"I obviously added licorice, is it really as exaggerated as you said?" Guo Guo didn't believe it, grabbed the bowl and tasted it himself, and fell into deep thought.

More than half of the herbs and ingredients collected from the mountains have been consumed in Guo Guo's failed attempts. Jiang Si looked at him worriedly. Half of the night has passed, and they still haven't tried a feasible solution.

"There is a medicinal effect, but there is no way to take into account the taste... No, this method is not allowed."

Guo Guo took an ordinary green grass in his hand and put it under the torch to observe, then shook Jiang Si, "This is your devil's grass. It smells too strong. I haven't thought of it yet." Good way to suppress or neutralize... by the way, I don't understand, good ephedra, why do you call it devil's weed?"

Jiang Si tried his best to think back, and accidentally confirmed: "The legend is that it will bloom red flowers and bear red fruits in summer and autumn. A priest said a long time ago that such blood-red vermilion fruits look like the eyes of demons."

Guo Guo: "...I think it looks quite normal."

"I also think it's nothing, but the villagers here have always remembered the priest's admonition for generations. As long as the devil's weed grows elsewhere, it will be cut off and burned immediately after being found. The only small piece of devil's weed left , It is also for the purpose of burials, the villagers believe that using this devil grass can suppress the souls of the same evil people, so they did not let it be completely extinct, but circled it and sent people to guard it."

After hearing this explanation, Guo Guo wanted to laugh a little, "Do you believe it?"

Jiang Si smiled and shrugged, his ginger red hair flickered like a real flame under the firelight, "Of course I don't believe it, I'm not an aborigine here. When my mother was still there, she always reminded me that I'm not here She was exiled here with me, and has seen the world beyond here. She taught me to speak your language, and taught me to write and read... But there are too few books here, and I know Words may not be too many."

Guo Guo suddenly felt that Jiang Si's mother should be a very remarkable mother. After living on this island, she still had such vision and taught such a child.

"Don't talk about me, let's see how to deal with this thing. It's more than half of the night."

Jiang Si didn't continue talking about himself, and urged: "Brother Guo, if you are really not sure... now is the last time to escape, and when the weather cools down, there is no possibility for you to leave again."

Guo Guo looked at him and shook his head, "Only when it comes to making hot pot, I have always been extremely serious. I will not be a chef who runs away. I will definitely be able to do a good job of this small hot pot."

After finishing speaking, he resolutely poured some green soup from the pot, tasted the bitterness in it carefully, and seriously thought about his own countermeasures.

The current pot of things must have a therapeutic effect, but the taste does not agree.Such an unpalatable thing, even Guo Guo didn't have the confidence to persuade her to drink it with the reason of "good medicine tastes bitter" after bringing it to the priest.

In this different world without the knowledge structure of Chinese herbal medicine, what is more likely to happen is that the bitter herbal soup will be thrown out directly as poison.

Guo Guo thought about it, the soup he had worked so hard to make should not be wasted, and there happened to be a person who could drink some anti-inflammatory soup lying in the next room, so he filled a bowl and took it, and coaxed him to drink it with a smile.

Either because the light was too dark to see the color clearly, or because the handsome guy had a blind trust in what Guo Guo brought out, so he took the bowl and did it without saying a word.

Then his whole body stiffened into a stone sculpture.

Guo Guo comforted: "The good medicine tastes bitter, and it can reduce inflammation just after drinking it. Go to sleep quickly, and you can heal your wounds when you fall asleep."

After making the best use of the remaining grass soup, Guo Guo returned to the kitchen, looked at the few ingredients left and fell into deep thought, finally sighed: "Forget it, I won't add anti-inflammatory drugs for the time being, I just Use the most basic four flavors into the pot."

"What four flavors?"

"It's just four kinds of ingredients." Guo Guo walked over and took a look at the soaking soybeans, "We don't have time to continue soaking, now we have to start.

Seeing that Guo Guo was serious about beating these soybeans soaked in water, Jiang Si's confidence, which had been hit by the bowl of green soup just now, was directly destroyed more thoroughly, and he even began to doubt life: "Guo Guo Brother, the taste of stir-frying and cooking with this kind of soybeans is very ordinary, we don’t usually eat this, even if soaked in water, it will not become more delicious.”

Guo Guo was unmoved, "You'll know right away whether it's delicious or not. Now you first grind these soybeans into a pulp with a stone mill, and put a few pots underneath to continue."

Next, Jiang Si saw a series of handling methods beyond his common sense.

After the soybeans were soaked, they were ground with a stone mill, and they turned into a white slurry, all of which flowed into the basin he had prepared in advance.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Guo actually put a piece of clean cotton cloth on the pot, and asked Jiang Si to pour all the white soy milk on the cotton cloth to seep into the pot.

Jiang Si thinks that he is an optimistic and energetic person, but at this time he watched Guo Guo's series of incomprehensible operations, and he inevitably fell into a depression, "You also said that this is the first time you try to do it. Are you really sure about this kind of hot pot? It’s almost dawn, and we’re running out of time.”

"The only thing I'm not sure about is the blending of the soup base. What's not sure about making a soy milk pot? Although I only have a few hundred... I haven't done it myself for a while, but the basic craftsmanship is still not lost. of."

The filtered soy milk fell into the pot, showing a delicate and soft texture. The Guo pot lit the fire directly, and boiled the large pot of white soy milk, stirring slowly with a spoon.

Jiang Si leaned over to look at it, and said in surprise: "Soybeans that will turn into white after grinding, look as beautiful as milk... If it is this color, it may be okay, but the green soup is really forgettable Well, it looks off-putting."

Guo Guo listened to this sentence in his heart, "You need a white pot bottom to look appetizing...but soy milk is just one of the ingredients in the hot pot bottom, and you have to cook some necessary herbs. If this is the case, there is no way Do not dye soy milk green."

"Unless we find a way to wash off all the green pigment without destroying the nutritional value... But there is no centrifuge here, so the soy milk will have to be green. Wait, if you boil the ephedra and licorice in advance and cut them into small pieces, Put the soy milk into the pot immediately to avoid overcooking, so that the green grass juice will not stain the soy milk..."

While talking to himself, Guo Guo, who had been turning around several times in the same place, suddenly stopped, "But if you don't stew them, how can you combine their medicinal effects together? After all, my main goal this time is to relieve the priest's pain." Illness, not just cooking, must consider the efficacy of the medicine... Alas, I hope that I have not misjudged her illness, this prescription can be effective."

Guo Guo fell into a dilemma. He thought for a while, but he really had no idea, so he had to wander aimlessly.

He suddenly wanted to open the door to see the beautiful angel sleeping inside.

Guo Guo walked in cautiously, and saw the handsome guy sleeping drowsily inside. Guo Guo didn't wake him up, but just stared at his thick long eyelashes and smooth and flawless skin that fluctuated with his breathing, before tiptoeing out of the room. Withdrew from the house.

After coming out, Guo Guo seemed to be inspired by the beauty in the door, and finally set the tone, "This time the hot pot must be good-looking, and I must trick her into taking the first bite, even if I have to think about it in the soup." There is a way to stew small Chinese medicine, and the soup base must also be white, which I can’t let.”

Jiang Si made another suggestion that he cared about, "Should I chop up the ephedra? Don't let others recognize that it's devil's weed. It's best not to get into trouble because of this."

"...chopped? Yes!" Guo Guo's eyes lit up, "In addition to licorice and ephedra, quicklime is also needed... By the way, quicklime!"

A smile appeared on Guo Guo's face, "I thought of a way, how long do we have now?"

"About two hours, is there still time?"

Guo Guo said: "Just hurry up before the priest gets up!"

By the time the sun rose, many villagers had already come to watch outside their room.

They were holding tools in their hands, like hunters with sharp weapons, waiting for the cornered little white rabbit to get in by itself, and after going up to beat them to death with sticks, they threw them into the fire and turned them into ashes.

Guo Guo walked out of the room with a small pot on a thick cloth. The small pot was covered with a lid, and there was curling water vapor in the cold air, obviously the temperature was not low.

And the only bilingual Jiang Si in this village was beside him, helping him carry a small burning charcoal stove.

The villagers were clamoring, "This is a calamity sent by the furious Sea God, burn him to death, drive away the evil spirits, and the priest will recover safely!"

"We can't take him in! The brothers from the next village came to report this morning, saying that the devil's weed was stolen last night. Sure enough, nothing good happened to him once he came to this island!"

Jiang Si, who understood all this, couldn't bear it. After getting along for less than a day, he actually knew that Guo Guo is not a bad person. Guo Guo's character is as soft and cute as his appearance, and he really shouldn't be reduced to being burned. lethal to such a cruel end.

But now, Jiang Si can't do anything, Guo Guo didn't listen to his advice and ran away, and now there is absolutely no way to escape under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Jiang Si moved his eyes to the small pot held by Guo Guo, which was their final product. He and Guo Guo didn't even have time to taste it before being told that the time had come and the priest was waiting for them.

... So what does that pot of food taste like?

Will it be like the weird grass juice that Guo Guo made him drink last night, so bad that he can't swallow it anymore after just one sip?

Even if he really came up with a wonderful way to make the grass taste better like a magician, but could that pot of stuff really cure the priest's serious illness?

She was clearly so ill that even the most prestigious doctor in the next village invited her to see her, but she was helpless.

The preoccupied Jiang Si, because he was worried about Guo Guo's safety, couldn't show a smiling face full of vigor towards the rising sun like in the past.

He looked at Guo Guo who was unconscious at this time, almost couldn't bear to see him go to the final tragic ending, so he shook his head and followed Guo Guo, walking towards the yurt of the priestess together.

At the door of the yurt are the twins and their father. The two little girls are holding sharp blades. They are playing with some kind of wood in the open space at the door. The strong man chief is holding a comb in his hand. After gesturing to finish, he took the comb and tossed it in the air for fun.

The hair of the two little girls couldn't even be braided this morning, it was just a mess on their faces. When they saw Guo Guo coming, they immediately threw down the blade and rushed over happily. Dad snatched the wooden comb from there, and wanted to pass it to Guo Guo, obviously because he disliked his own father's hair combing skills.

But that's no wonder, since their mother was so ill that leaving their daughter in the care of a careless father wouldn't even be able to untangle their tangled hair.

The twins failed to pounce on Guo Guo, and were picked up one by one by the well-prepared villagers nearby. The villagers backed away with the struggling little girl and cleared a way to the priest's yurt.

Even though there were so many people outside the room, it was extremely quiet at this moment. Everyone's eyes were on them, waiting for them to hand over the answer that no one believed possible.

Jiang Si felt that his hands were shaking a little, took a deep breath, and tried hard to hold the charcoal basin in his hand.

At this time, he glanced at Guo Guo from the corner of his eye, and found that there was no shrunken and frightened expression on Brother Guo's face. Looking at him, he seemed as relaxed and natural as walking in his own courtyard after eating.

At this moment, Jiang Si was even a little envious, how did Guo Guo maintain such a good mental state.

Under everyone's gaze, Guo Guo walked into the yurt with the pot in his hand, and the curtain door was pulled shut by the people inside, blocking the cold wind and everyone's sight.

The fire in the yurt was very hot, and it seemed to be hotter than yesterday. The girl who served the priest personally in the village had already helped the priest to sit up from the bed, as if she had been waiting for Guo Guo for a long time.

Guo Guo signaled Jiang Si to put the charcoal basin in front of the bed, and put the small hot pot in his hand on the charcoal basin, and then he lifted the lid of the pot.

At this moment, the priest almost thought that Guo Guo brought in a pot of white snow from the outside, or why, there was such a pure and beautiful white in a pot burning with charcoal fire?

But the white snow will not roll in the crystal flowing liquid. The white in the pot is soft and not as dazzling as the light reflected on the snow. With the boiling water, it shows soft and fine flow lines and warm steaming heat.

She couldn't help being fascinated by it, for a moment she even forgot to cough, and asked hoarsely, "What is this?"