It feels good to praise Haikou in front of others, but later others brainstorm the crematorium.
This is Kagawa’s real experience after returning home.
"What should I do...what should I do..."
Asking the maid to move a chair to the kitchen, she sat in front of the refrigerator with her hands on her chin, frowning like a COS commander, staring at the ingredients and fruits in the refrigerator.
What are the most suitable test questions for modern people?
This is really a waste of brain cells for Kagawa, who remembers most of the common sense of the 21st century.
After all, she still can't understand why modern people don't think about heating food, don't think about processed food (of course, not the so-called processing that makes liquid food and solid food), and even resist using internal heating devices such as ovens.
Kitchen utensils... These problems are too complicated for Kagawa, who is still worrying about lack of ginger and soy sauce, so he puts them behind him.
If she doesn't think about it, she won't do anything "revealing her secrets", but it also makes her worry about the entrance exam questions at this moment.
The word questions are eliminated first. If we really take them out, it is estimated that only a few talented first-year high school students studying botany and biology can answer one or two questions, let alone the more difficult recipe questions. Not everyone has it in their terminal.
There is a Geegle.
So the only solution is to come up with something practical that can not only reflect the characteristics of your own ancient food community, but also become an exam question.
But now I'm stuck here.
"Alas..."
Xiangchuan rubbed his head and messed up his hair. Xiangxue was shocked by her sister's hairstyle even when she came to the kitchen.
"Wow!... I'm scared to death. It's my sister. How did she get her hair like this... Could this be a popular hairstyle in ancient times?" Xiangxue curiously walked around Xiangchuan a few times to look at this "new hairstyle". "I just messed up my hair accidentally, but don't learn everything... Why did you come to the kitchen? Didn't the servant just bring the snacks?"
Kagawa asked.
"The maid was called by my parents to help, so I have to come and get it myself. Is there anything to drink?"
Xiangxue tilted her head and looked at the things in the refrigerator.
"There is juice and milk, but some are iced... Let the chef heat up the milk and make it into milk."
So the two sisters casually chatted about the daily trivial matters at school while waiting for the kitchen AI to make fruit milk. I heard that my sister was doing well in school and was still like the little princess in her previous life. Kagawa also smiled slightly.
Don't worry. Originally, she was worried that Xiangxue would be targeted by her peers if she created a live broadcast room that was too eye-catching. Now that she thinks about it, it's the same. There are so many monitoring devices in modern times. If the other party really does something to harm Xiangxue,
, Mom and Dad checked and found that the other party had nowhere to hide.
[Beep——Miss Xiangxue, the fruit milk has been made]
The two turned their heads and saw the iron arm of the kitchen AI extending from the ceiling, holding a tray with a pot of fruit milk and several cups on it.
"I happen to be thirsty. Pour me a drink first."
Xiangxue said.
[Beep—obey]
Iron Arm nimbly picked up the milk jug and poured out a cup of fruit milk that was about 80% full. Not even a drop came out. Xiangchuan looked at it and couldn't help but admire the sophistication of the modern machine. Although he was still a little casual about this guy who always disliked her.
Dissatisfied with the cooking techniques.
"Hmm...it smells so good...eh?"
Xiangxue picked up the cup and smelled it with enjoyment, then suddenly frowned with a confused expression on her face.
"Xiaoxue, what's wrong?"
"Hmm..." Xiangxue put the fruit milk to her mouth in confusion and took a sip. Her brows furrowed even deeper. She handed the cup to Xiangchuan and said, "Sister, the taste of this fruit milk is wrong."
Huh? Something's wrong? Could it be that the recipe has been changed?
Xiangchuan quickly picked up the cup and took a sip. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I just replaced the apple with a peach."
"Huh?" Xiangxue picked up the cup and tasted it again, nodded slowly and said, "It seems... it's a bit like a peach, and the taste is pretty good."
"I've eaten so much cake recently that I can't remember the taste of peaches?"
Xiangchuan laughed at her.
"I only eat peaches when I have snacks at night, and our family didn't eat fruit before. Fruits are just for decoration."
Seeing that her sister was laughing at her, Xiangxue quickly defended herself.
Xiangchuan shook his head and smiled without saying a word. His sister looked like this much more often when she was a child. It was an anxious expression when making excuses.
Having said that, fruits of such high quality are actually used for decoration... I really don’t understand the thinking of modern people. Kagawa sighed in his heart.
...Huh? Fruit? Fruit milk?
Xiangchuan took out the list of ingredients in the warehouse, looked at the remaining amounts of milk and various fruits, and gradually came up with an idea.
The third day of school is the last day that freshmen can choose clubs. If they don't make a choice, they will have to participate in charity activities. This is too boring for the playful high school freshmen, so many people
In the morning, they had already figured out their final goals, and in the afternoon, most people went straight to the club of their choice.
The current focus of Class 18, Grade 1, is naturally the (theoretically) very relaxing ancient food club and the (seemingly) very fun performance club.
Qiu Manman got the information compiled by Xiangchuan last night based on the training content of the 21st century stage drama crew. After writing a brief introduction to the club, he persuaded many curious babies of Tu Yile to retreat. But there were really two or three people who were thinking deeply about it.
Later, he joined the performance club, which made Qiu Manman very happy.
Kagawa, on the other hand, disappeared in the afternoon. During the morning break, everyone came over to inquire about the contents of the assessment for joining the league, and were curious about why there were no buns given out today. Their curiosity was aroused by her mysterious refusal to answer.
So everyone in Class 18 who had not yet joined the group and the freshmen from other classes who came after hearing the news all went to the ancient food club activity room during club activity time.
The club activity building has now been decorated. The exterior walls are painted white according to Kagawa's requirements, and the roof eaves are painted red. The machine is conspicuous among the cold-colored dormitories.
I saw two nearly two-meter-high light-screen promotional posters hanging in front of the club activity room. They read: Don't miss it when you pass by. Take the group test and you can get a piece of fruit cake! The mysterious assessment will test your taste buds.
, use your experienced tongue to accept the challenge of ancient cuisine!
Students in other classes who had never tasted steamed buns looked at each other in confusion: Taste buds? Tongue? What is this test?
Classmates who have tried buns and steamed buns: This is delicious again!
Among the crowd, Ouyang Yating frowned, Liang Gong took a deep breath, and the brown-haired boy glanced at the sign, showed a bored expression, and left the scene.