Big Devil Slime it's soft

The name of the three-star food reviewer really shocked the family.

The man suddenly lost all anger, and greeted Bai Xiaoxu respectfully.

Bai Xiaoxu has a very naughty personality, and he would be dizzy after being praised by others, so he and Qiu Qiu returned to their devil restaurant in a blink of an eye.

He taught Qiu Qiu step by step to soak the fans first, and then sat behind the dining table and giggled.

After laughing for about 10 minutes, the kid from the opposite street came over with a basket.

"Here, salted eggs." The child's name is Yan Xiaoyu, and his face is stinky at the moment, except for his red eyes, he has regained his flamboyant temperament.

"Thank you." Qiu Qiu said politely, "I will pay it back."

Yan Xiaoyu rolled her eyes: "This egg is raw, my grandma just bought it, and I kept it for myself to eat. My grandma said that it would be almost ready after boiling the water for eight to 10 minutes. Let it simmer for a while."

Yan Xiaoyu has a good memory, and it is very smooth to repeat his grandma's words.After finishing speaking, he stood behind the dining table without moving, not knowing why he was in a daze.

Qiu Qiu took a few glances at him and asked, "Sit down, you can eat when it's ready."

Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and nose, compromised after a while, pulled a chair and jumped on it.

Bai Xiaoxu finally finished his smirk, went around to Qiu Qiu's side, and taught him how to cook eggs.While doing this, he tilted his head and asked, "Why are you willing to stay here? Don't dare to go home? Your father wants to beat you?"

"Heh," Yan Xiaoyu sneered, "He can beat me!?"

Bai Xiaoxu: "..."

After a while, Yan Xiaoyu sighed like a grown-up, and muttered: "They talk about things and don't let me listen."

After a pause, he continued, "But I heard it."

The water in the pot boiled, bubbling, and Qiu Qiu put the washed eggs in neatly while listening to Yan Xiaoyu.

"My grandma has agreed to go to the capital, and we will go there when school starts in the fall." Yan Xiaoyu rested her chin on her hands and shook her calf: "Actually, she also knows that her tongue is dead now, but she just misses her old neighbor here. I don't care Star or something, I just want my milk, I will go wherever she goes."

He sniffed: "...Sometimes I really hate my parents, they are unhappy wherever they go. As far as my grandma's crap, she cooks and picks me up every day, I can't bear to complain about her. Anyway It's not that you can't eat it with water. My parents are good, and they will make a fuss for three days after eating her meal, scolding her from day to night."

Bai Xiaoxu was prone to being emotionally involved, and immediately sighed sincerely.

"They don't like me," Yan Xiaoyu said very melancholy, "I don't even like it in my eyes. The old man next door to my house likes me more than them. They say they are nice to me, so why am I not happy at all?"

Qiu Qiu's understanding of human relationships is still limited to the cartoons of Qiuqiuren.

All the relatives in Xiaohong's family tree are very concerned about him, so Qiu Qiu thought that all human beings are like this - intimate, caring, and appreciative.

It turns out that relatives and relatives are not all the same.

"Xiao Yu," Qiu Qiu stretched out his hand, "touch me."

"What?" Yan Xiaoyu showed a disgusted expression: "What are you doing!"

Qiu Qiu looked at the palm of his hand and confirmed that it was a human hand. There was no sticky liquid exposed anywhere. It could not be because the original shape is annoying, so he repeated: "Touch it."

Yan Xiaoyu glanced at him awkwardly, then looked at Bai Xiaoxu who didn't know what to do, asked what was going on, and touched Qiu Qiu's hand.

"Hmm." Qiu Qiu tasted it, it was so sweet that even the bitterness of trouble was almost covered.Are all human cubs this sweet?

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to Bai Xiaoxu again.

Bai Xiaoxu was puzzled, but he was used to his strangeness, so he grabbed him and shook him.

Qiu Qiu thought to himself, wow, Xiaobai's bottom taste is so sweet.Because they both have "little" in their names?

Although he has a taste for more troubles.

"It's okay," Qiu Qiu withdrew his hand, "The duck eggs are cooked."

A pot of ten eggs is put into the air outlet of the temperature control system to cool down, then the eggshells are peeled off, and the egg whites are broken in half. The dark orange oil inside is instantly squeezed out, and I can't wait to touch the cool air.

The oily egg yolk took up half of the whole egg, and it fell into the bowl with a lot of weight. Qiu Qiu pressed down with a spoon, and the whole egg yolk flattened to the bottom of the bowl like some bean paste cake.

"There is a hard core in the middle of the egg yolk." Bai Xiaoxu said, and took chopsticks to poke in the flattened egg yolk, and picked out a yolk the size of a bean: "It's hard to crush. If you want to make it finer, you need to Pick it out."

Qiu Qiu took it seriously, and at the same time opened his mouth to grab Bai Xiaoxu's chopsticks and ate the core.

Bai Xiaoxu: "..."

The picking work was temporarily taken over by the curious Yan Xiaoyu. The three of them worked together to finish ten eggs, including two with double yolks, and got a big bowl of oily and shiny salted egg yolks.

The next step is to boil vermicelli, soak in cold water, oil the ingredients, add yellow and stir-fry sand.

Bai Xiaoxu was a little excited today, he opened his mouth and chattered non-stop.

"The step of frying the sand varies greatly depending on the region." He said: "There are two districts in Suzaku Star who like to put yellow mustard. Only by frying can it feel like quicksand. I remember that there was a competition that year, they made this kind of salted egg yolk, and got a good ranking..."

Bai Xiaoxu talked too much, and in Qiu Qiu's ears, he gradually simplified it into key words, like "It's understandable that some people like that...it's not wrong...although I think... well, it's actually okay... ..."

Qiu Qiu turned off the heater and stared back at him.

"?" Bai Xiaoxu closed his mouth and stammered: "What's wrong?"

"What about you? What do you think is the best way?" Qiu Qiu asked.

Bai Xiaoxu was stunned, his mouth opened and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Their food critics need to try all over the world, and at the same time have an infinitely tolerant heart.He has eaten countless things over the years, and he is used to choosing words carefully afterwards and respecting other people's preferences.

If there is no problem of principle, he seldom criticizes some practices, even if he subconsciously dislikes them, he still has to say "it has a different flavor" or "it's pretty good".

But now, before commentator, he is a guest.

"Damn." After a long while, Bai Xiaoxu scolded with a smile: "I think those are crooked methods, and you should not add anything in the sand frying step! The egg yolk has its own umami taste, what kind of hot and sour sauce is added, it's sick."

"Okay, then don't add anything."

Qiu Qiu's eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and Bai Xiaoxu did what Bai Xiaoxu told him to do. The timing and movements were perfect, and finally he made a big pot of finished products.

He took out two small plates, one for Bai Xiaoxu, and the other, Qiu Qiu sprinkled a little salt and sugar in it, mixed it well and passed it to Yan Xiaoyu.

Bai Xiaoxu couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, leaned against the counter and started eating.

The sweet potato flour wrapped in salty sand is soft and glutinous at the same time. When you sip it, your mouth will be filled with the taste of fresh and salty egg yolk sand.

It is the taste that salted egg yolk fans should have.

For some reason, Bai Xiaoxu's nose suddenly turned sore, and he wanted to cry.

He hasn't eaten such a simple taste for a long time.

It's not showing off technology, not forcing features, not saving costs...it's just the most authentic taste of food, the taste of "I like it".

Qiu Qiu set out another plate, intending to ask Yan Xiaoyu to bring it to grandma, then he hugged the pot and began to perform indiscriminate eating.

After eating half of the pot, he was satisfied, and he asked, "Is it delicious?"

Xiaobai nodded sharply.

Yan Xiaoyu next to him also nodded, his lips were hot red, and he said vaguely: "It's delicious."

Qiu Qiu was finally happy and completely forgot about the depressing Mr. Ma before.

"It's delicious." He said proudly, "I told you, my cooking is delicious, Xiaobai still doesn't believe it."

Bai Xiaoxu took a sip of the fan suddenly, blinked, and a small piece of eyelashes were wet.

He remembered what his seniors said when he first entered the industry.

The most advanced cuisine is not a product of showing off skills, nor arrogance when displaying precious ingredients, let alone making money, not forgery, or for various foreign things.

It's a mood that I hope diners like.

The job of a food critic is to pass on the goodness he feels.Instead of building a castle in the air, let the diners expect too much, and finally usher in the huge disappointment that the expectations fail.

Bai Xiaoxu thought a lot while eating.At the same time, he secretly made a decision in his heart.

Some things must be done.

He cannot always expect salvation from others.

Just as he was thinking, a hand appeared in front of his eyes.Qiu Qiu spread his palms and said shyly, "Xiaobai, do you think this is ugly?"

"What?" Bai Xiaoxu was distracted, and found that Qiu Qiu held a light green dumpling in his hand, the size of an egg, like a jelly.

He poked it, and it was slippery, cool, and very soft, and he couldn't help pinching it: "It's so cute."

"Pendant." Qiu Qiu heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I'll give it to you. You can hang it anywhere."

He actually wanted to say that it was best to take it with him, but he was a little embarrassed.

Bai Xiaoxu didn't think too much about it, but felt that the more he watched it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't stop pinching it.

He smiled and said, "Next time I will give you a gift too."

-

In the evening, Qiu Qiu sat at the dining table: "Xiao Bai has some smell, I can't tell what it is, it makes me feel very worried."

Zhong Yu groaned, and spread out the pancakes for the whole office at [-] points, and put mustard greens in them.

"So I grabbed a little bit of myself and gave it to him..."

"Did you grab something?" Zhong Yu pushed hard, and the pancake was torn in half.

"...Myself." Qiu Qiu said seriously: "I can find out many small clones, and I can sense some dangers, which is very convenient."

Qiu Qiu said, seeming very happy: "Xiaobai doesn't hate me either. He said I'm cute."

Zhong Yu: "..."

Zhong Yu threw the torn pancake towards him, Qiu Qiu opened his mouth like a dog catching a Frisbee, and caught it accurately.

"I want one too." Zhong Yu narrowed his eyes: "Give me a look."