Chapter 1763 Gretel: Rather than dealing with affairs, I want to stew meat for Cerela

"A whole sheep."

"Cut in half with one knife."

"Half and half braised."

"Half boiled."

Grete rolled up his sleeves and worked hard. While cutting, he smiled and hummed softly. He was not good at slaughtering sheep, let alone breaking down the slaughtered sheep, but this did not prevent him from working -

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"This is the vertebrae. Here is the connection between the vertebrae and the ribs. Cut open."

"This is the leg bone, and here is the greater trochanter of the femur."

"This is……"

Hmm, is it difficult for a doctor to cut up mutton?

Just follow the texture of the muscles, the gaps between the joints, the connections between various membranes and ligaments, and use a sharp scalpel to remove it, piece by piece, and cut it cleanly!

The hand-caught mutton should be cut into large pieces, the size of a palm and the thickness of a fist. Then, throw it into a large pot, summon the crystal ice and snow, pour it into the pot, and light the fire directly to cook;

The braised mutton should be cut into small pieces, half an inch square. First blanch, then cut into pieces, stir-fry the onions and ginger until fragrant, stir-fry the mutton until the surface changes color, then add water, soy sauce, rock sugar, etc., and bring to a boil over high heat.

Simmer over low heat…

Gretel: "..."

Why can’t it be cooked to pieces? Why can’t it be cooked to pieces? Why can’t it be cooked to pieces?

Gretel went from smiling at the beginning, to scratching his head an hour later, to restless an hour and a half later.

Logically speaking, braised mutton should be cooked through in forty minutes if it is boiled over high heat and then turned down to low. Even if there is a lot of mutton in the pot, it will not be cooked through in forty minutes. It should be cooked through in one hour!

He has been stewing for an hour and a half!

It doesn't matter if the stew is not tender, don't overcook it. In the end, it will be a dead end. In the end, the love meal that Serira had when he came out of isolation was not delicious at all!

"...Where is Bernard?"

Gretel had to consult an expert. A long time ago, when he was a little mage below level five, he would often roll up his sleeves and stew meat himself;

However, later on, his level became higher and higher, and he became busier and busier. Of course, the monsters he came into contact with became more and more powerful - all the stew work in the team was handed over to Bernard, without any exception.

So, why is this pot of mutton, or rather, these two pots of mutton, not yet cooked or rotten? I should ask Bernard about this matter...

Bernard has been in the mountains near Dragon Island, climbing mountains, swinging sticks, fighting with Idian, and using various methods to train himself, hoping that one day he can set foot in the legend.

When he heard the call from his boss, he hurried over, sweating profusely while carrying the big stick. Then, he heard a question that left him speechless for a long time:

"Can't the mutton be cooked well?"

"Yes, yes!" Gretel stared at Bernard with expectant eyes, hoping to hear some good news from him:

"Bernard, I cooked this for Cerela. I hope she can have a hot meal that tastes good after her sleep is over... Is there any way? Is there any way to boil this sheep to pieces?

"

Bernard walked around the pot of braised lamb, and then walked around the pot of hand-caught mutton, and checked the lamb horn that Grete had left outside without putting it in the pot to cook. Then, he let out a long sigh.

Tone:

"Boss, what level of monster is this sheep you cooked...?"

"... Does it look like level 12? Or is it level 14?" Grete answered a little guilty - he really didn't remember it.

Maybe, when a certain dragon tribe threw this sheep to him as a reward or something else, he didn't tell him?

Anyway, for a mature dragon, even an adult dragon, there is no difference between a level 12 magic sheep and a level 14 magic sheep. They both rush down from the sky, catch them, and take them away.

?

But he didn't need to say anything anymore, because after Bernard heard the answer "twelve, fourteen", he looked at him with extremely helpless eyes:

"Boss, are you going to burn high-level monsters like this? Just light a fire casually? - It won't be cooked like this!"

"What should we do?"

"If it is a spell caster, the fire element should be penetrated into the flesh. The more even the penetration, the better."

Bernard recalled the high-level Warcraft cooking rules he learned from Idian and the tribe elders. Not surprisingly, he saw Gretel shaking his head violently:

"I won't!"

What is the fire element? Isn’t flame just the oxidation-reduction reaction that occurs between combustibles and oxygen? As for the fire element——

He had seen an intelligent fire element before. That thing should be some kind of intelligent life form that was bound by mental power and existed in a plasma state.

When it comes to infiltrating the fire element into the mutton, Gretel's understanding is to speed up the movement of the molecules of the mutton and increase the temperature? Then I might as well put the pot into the microwave oven. Anyway, this big pot is made of earthenware pot...

"You won't let it go." Bernard pushed him out with force:

"I'll do it, I'll do it! Give me two hours and I'll definitely give you a pot of good mutton, no, two pots of good mutton! You can go about your business, you don't have to worry about these things!"

"Hello……"

Grete was pushed out step by step. He was pushed out of the room, pushed out of the corridor, and pushed into the elevator.

The door of the elevator opened with a "ding" sound on the next floor. The magicians who came to wait for his instructions, approval, and guidance gathered around impatiently:

"Master Nordmark, my newly submitted application for withdrawing experimental materials has arrived at your place. You can withdraw the materials once you approve it!"

"Mage Nordmark, something strange happened when we were modifying the cloning technique. I would like you to come and take a look! - The lifespan of the body we created is not quite right!"

"Mage Nordmark, Legend of Langer hopes to obtain some remains of outside creatures. Legend of Philbi said that he needs the consent of the dragon clan... This matter needs to be mediated by you..."

"Master Nordmark, there is a communication from Nevis, there is a difficult case, please help with consultation..."

"Master Nordmark, can my new paper be published in the journal Life?"

"Mage Nordmark..."

Gretel: Ahhhhhhhh!

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!

I just stole two hours of laziness!

I just stewed a pot of meat for Cerela, but I haven’t had time to cook it yet! Why are there so many things coming to my door again!

I don’t want to work, I don’t want to work, I don’t want to work… I’ve almost finished my own research, and all that’s left is waiting and verification. Instead of being busy with routine work here, I might as well go stew meat for Cerela…

"You all get out of the way! Line up, take your time, I'll ask one by one! - Where is Leon? Leon! Help make a record!"

The crowd suddenly dispersed, and then, in front of him, they lined up in an extremely long row, with their tails swung all the way to the entrance of the stairs, and then bent downwards.

Grete breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to return to the study, dealing with them one by one, when a light flashed in front of him, and a magician teleported directly over:

"Nordmark Mage!—Emergency!"
Chapter completed!