this messed up world

Miru thought so much, he just wanted to quickly achieve his goal and speed up the process.

"How do you eat this sweet potato?"

"...I, I know!" Emma timidly raised her hand with snot and tears all over her face.

"Okay, tell me."

"Use a knife to peel the skin first, thin ones are fine, then slice them, soak them in water first, soak off the smell, add a little oil and fry them, and then you can eat." Emma talked about her products, and slowly changed More confident, even a ten-year-old girl can hold her chest out.

Milu stepped on the right foot with his left foot, why is this so similar to fried burdock shreds?

"Only this cooking method?" Miru asked Emma again.

"Some people like the taste of Fushao. They don't soak in water. The taste is relatively strong. They can also be fried."

"Can you borrow my kitchen?" Miru asked Grandpa Boki.

"Please, little benefactor, but I don't have anything at home, I hope you don't dislike it."

"No, that's enough."

Rudia, Boki and Emma were very curious about this little benefactor and the bodyguard beside him.

Look at the simple kitchen, in fact, it is just a stove with a fire, a little seasoning on the table next to the stove, and then a few bowls and plates stacked on the side, gone.

Think about it, if you want to do the experiment yourself, then use your own things. The grandpa and grandson look very poor. Maybe this experiment will be squandered by Milu, not to mention the materials. Maybe even the pots and pans Gone.

In the past, it had the best record of frying the kitchen many times!It seems that the most distinctive fried, a pumpkin-shaped hole was blown out of a wall; the most earth-shattering, the ground shook several times, and the sound was huge, but the kitchen did not collapse... In short, for Miru, the kitchen is almost equivalent to In the alchemy room.

Of course, that refers to Miru's kitchen, not someone else's, so use it with care.

Milu washed all the sweet potatoes, and asked Wufa to help peel the sweet potatoes. He took the peeled sweet potatoes, sliced ​​them, divided them into half, soaked half in water, and fried the other half directly.

That's right, Milu wants to test the way the Jinbu people eat Fushao first, and then deliberate on the next step.

Rudia was stunned by Milu's skillful cooking skills, and Emma was depressed when she saw Milu sauté, lift the pan and stir-fry, and the sweet potato slices rolled into a hollow circle in the pan, she also clapped her hands in surprise Applause, let Grandpa Boji on the side also feel better.

Not to mention anything else, Milu is actually juggling a bit, the atmosphere in the house is too bad, he will be unhappy cooking, once he is unhappy cooking, the food will not taste good.

He quickly took out salt and black pepper from his pocket, seasoned it a little more than the original method, and served it on the table.

"Everyone try it, I'll eat it first!" Miru wanted to experiment, so he picked up the bowls and chopsticks to try it first, regardless of others.

Sure enough... the taste is not very good, the sweetness has become weaker, and even the special smell is gone. Although the scallions are slightly softened after being fried in oil, it still has a bit too blunt and hard taste, and the texture is still thick. No wonder I like it. Not many people eat.

The smell of the plate without soaking in water is very strong, which may be the reason why people who like this taste do not soak in water, the taste!It's harder to bite, just like practicing tooth hardness.

Miru took out his notebook and began to record the materials, preparation methods and experience. This cookbook was his lifelong painstaking effort, including recording the recipes and processing methods that he could recall in the memory of several lifetimes, so as not to forget them one day .

Ufa also tried it, with a blank expression and noncommittal, which shows that Ufa also feels bad, and the appetite that has been raised by Milu for a long time is not something that can be dismissed.

However, Boki, Rudia and Emma were very supportive, chewing and shouting, "It's delicious! Why is it so different from ours! It's a little spicy."

Where is it!It doesn't matter who made it!Miru cat's tail was wagging happily, and one of the hairs on its head was raised.