A group of people surrounded the kitchen table and refused to leave. Wan Xiong controlled the heat while laughing and scolding: "You guys who kill thousands of people, I usually cook, why don't you take it so seriously?"
A familiar companion immediately responded: "Can it be the same? What did you cook, and what did Zi Mu cook? Can it be the same?"
Su Zimu quickly corrected: "This is called burning, not boiling."
I just returned Su Zimu, and in just a short while, I have advanced to Zimu. However, except for Ji Gongming, the anchor of Su University does not even know the last names of other people.
Everyone was confused again: "Isn't this just cooking? There is no burning anywhere?"
Su Zimu said in his heart that I can't explain it to you, but he still tried his best to explain: "Well, you don't know, frying, frying, frying, boiling, stewing, each word is a different method, different
It tastes great, and there’s a lot of knowledge here!”
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
One of them couldn't help but ask: "Hey, Wan Xiong, I am also a cook, and you are also a cook. Have you heard of these?"
Wan Xiong immediately shook his head: "I've never heard of it... Come on, tell me carefully!" His mood at the moment was like Columbus seeing the New World.
Su Zimu thought to himself: What am I doing now? I know these eight words, but there are many more that I can’t remember!
Is it really called a big foodie empire for nothing?
As for talking about it in detail... Damn it, how the hell do I know what these are? Do you think I took the initiative to spread food culture?
shallow!
Just as the soup was almost done, Su Zimu sprinkled the wild vegetables that had been prepared into the pot. Finally, he took out the secret MSG and sprinkled a little on it. He tapped the edge of the pot with the spoon in his hand: "Turn off the heat and start the pot!"
There was a loud bang, and dozens of people were instantly transformed into headless chickens, all scrambling for the first place.
Ji Gongming cursed loudly and became the first in line angrily, and then order was barely restored.
Su Zimu was a little confused and didn't know what to do.
Wan Xiong smiled and took out two large bowls, filled one large bowl for himself and Su Zimu, and then filled it for Ji Gongming.
The others followed in turn, some more, some less, which made Su Zimu feel confused.
Wan Xiong's men were also unambiguous, and after the last person finished beating, there was nothing left in the pot.
Su Zimu held the big bowl that Wan Xiong pushed towards him and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Wan..."
"What did you say? Call me brother!" Wan Xiong corrected dissatisfiedly.
"Brother Wan." Su Zimu immediately changed his words and asked the doubts in his heart.
"That's what you're talking about!" Wan Xiong took out two pieces of dry and hard pancakes from nowhere and handed one to Su Zimu, "It depends on your position, your cultivation, and your character. Just remember, first
But let's just come and take care of things, and leave the rest to me."
Su Zimu understood a little bit. Although the caravan was loose, the relationship between people was not that simple. From high to low, everyone had their own position.
If he hadn't asked for a job as a cook on a whim, he would definitely be the most disliked person in the team right now.
A blind cat kills a mouse, it really hit him!
Wan Xiong stuffed a mouthful of braised pork into his mouth and immediately opened his eyes wide and said: "Hmm, um, delicious!"
Looking at the other people, they were all filled with admiration. The look in their eyes on Su Zimu was friendly.
Ji Gongming sighed in his heart that he had really made a wise decision.
Su Zimu smiled, and his heart was also filled with the satisfaction of being recognized by his companions: "If it tastes good, eat more!"
With that said, he gave half of the meat in his bowl to Wan Xiong.
Wan Xiong blinked and refused against his will: "How can this be done..."
"It's okay, I can't eat so much." Su Zimu looked calm and relaxed, which moved Wan Xiong extremely.
In fact, Su Zimu told the truth. The conditions in this place are too poor, the meat is too thin, and the seasoning is not good enough. The color of this pot of braised pork is too light, the texture is too woody, and it doesn't even have a five-star flavor.
do it.
But in other people's mouths, it was a rare delicacy. Some tasted it in a hurry, and some tasted it carefully, and felt a bit pious in it. Su Zimu wanted to complain, but there was nothing wrong with it when he thought about it. In his previous life, he was so
With developed material conditions, there are still so many countries famous for their dark cuisine, let alone this backward world?
Don't say that they are ignorant, the smart people in this world must be studying how to practice cultivation, and no one is putting any effort into diet at all.
Wan Xiong ate it all in one breath and patted his bulging belly: "Zi Mu, brother, I have a merciless request..."
Halfway through his words, he was too embarrassed to speak anymore.
Su Zimu had already guessed what he wanted to say: "What I didn't say is just trivial matters!"
Wan Xiong was confused again: "You knew it before I even said it?"
Su Zimu was very happy. Everything you want is written on your face. Why don't you know?
"Isn't it just braised pork? It's simple." Su Zimu took care of everything, "Brother, I know a lot about small things."
"Hey, okay!" Wan Xiong slapped Su Zimu on the shoulder.
I was so excited that I couldn't control my strength. After the photo was taken, I realized that Su Zimu had no cultivation, but at this time it was too late to stop.
Wan Xiong's expression changed and he immediately called someone.
Although he is only at the second level of Qi training, he is still a monk, and his strength is not something ordinary people can withstand.
However, unexpectedly, the palm struck hard, as if it were struck on steel. Su Zimu grinned, as if nothing happened.
No, it’s just bullshit!
Wan Xiong silently stopped his hand, thinking that although this boy has no cultivation level, it is certainly not that simple.
After finishing the meal, Su Zimu had gained a reputation in the team. Even Ji Gongming became much more polite and no longer had that dead face.
Wan Xiong was even more enthusiastic. Su Zimu didn't even need to do anything to clean up the mess. He did it all by himself, and it didn't take long for him to clean up the mess smoothly.
Many people didn't eat enough, so they came over in twos and threes, hoping to eat braised pork tomorrow morning, which made Su Zimu's face look grim.
Don’t you feel tired of eating meat so early in the morning?
But thinking about the dry food he had to eat during the march, Su Zimu understood again and agreed on the spot.
It was already dark at this time. With the protection of the formation, there was no need to set up a tent. Except for a few night watchmen standing guard at the edge, the others covered the sky and the ground and gradually fell asleep.
Someone started snoring loudly. The companion next to him kicked him sideways, and the snoring stopped immediately.
Su Zimu lay on the ground unable to sleep, staring blankly at the small patch of bright starry sky above his head, a meteor streaking across, and his heart suddenly felt empty.
He suddenly had the illusion that he had been gone for a long time, and the uneasiness and loss hidden in his heart gradually surfaced.
