Text I am a foodie, who can I be afraid of

Leng Xia is extremely confident about winning the last game in the afternoon. As a seasoned foodie, how could I not know how to cook various foods? It’s just that the way of making and eating it is very particular. She is a casual person and never likes to be restrained, so she has less time to make things and never makes things easily.

But this time the competition was more or less stumping her, and what to do became a big problem in front of her.

And she looked at the other party and had already begun to cook unknown food skillfully.

The other party should be a skilled person, his movements are very skillful, and the preparations will be completed in a short time. (Nonsense, he is the president of the cooking club.)

Leng Xia was stunned on the spot, but her thoughts drifted to Uncle Atobe and his Uncle Huaji, a perfect pair of good friends. With a shallow sigh, his thoughts suddenly became clear. She remembered a very suitable delicacy - chrysanthemum jelly.

Thinking of this, Leng Xia pursed her lips and smiled again. It happened to be seen by everyone who was worried about why Leng Xia hadn't started making food yet, and they couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sweetness in that smile. It's a pity that they didn't understand what she was thinking.

Leng Xia struggled to find the wild chrysanthemum she needed from the pile of materials, washed it dozens of times with clean water, and dried it in a dryer to remove the moisture on the surface. Then grind it carefully with a grinding disc. When it turns light yellow, add the jelly that has been prepared. After making the plate decoration, the chrysanthemum jelly is ready.

Leng Xia uses a small plate to separate the sentence jelly, cut a small piece for each person, and put a toothpick on it.

"Now, let's try it. This is a dessert I learned in Italy - chrysanthemum jelly. It is slightly bitter at first, but it clears away heat, and then it has a sweet taste that is not cloying." Leng Xia looked at it with a smile. Dear everyone, this dish is very meaningful, and it is quick and easy to make. You only need to master the degree of grinding of the chrysanthemums and make the jelly tender.

After listening to Leng Xia’s words, everyone began to taste this dish.

“Ah, ah, ah, it’s so bitter.” The most impatient Kikumaru started eating first, and this happened: “Hey, it’s very sweet down there.” Kikumaru looked puzzled. Expression, why would you pinch it like this?

"It's delicious, I want it more, Xiaoxiaoxia." Xiangri looked at me expectantly.

"Me too." All three of them handed Tezuka's plate to me.

"Sorry, each person only has one." I looked at them helplessly and continued to ignore their coquettishness: "Ah, I almost forgot, I also brought this." I searched from under the cabinet. A cucumber came out, and everyone looked at me in confusion again.

"Chrysanthemums and cucumbers. A perfect match. I ate this myself." So I gnawed the cucumber deliciously.

"The food is barely gorgeous. It's just that the people are not gorgeous." Uncle Atobe stroked the dazzling hemorrhoid.

"I am not gorgeous, and it seems to have nothing to do with Uncle Atobe. And no matter how gorgeous I am, I have never entered Uncle Atobe's house. It has not affected your prestige. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with it. Conflict."

Many years later, Atobe, now the head of the family, will miss Leng Xia every night. Reminds me of her words back then, "I didn't enter Uncle Atobu's house." He would often regret it. If he hadn't said those words back then, and she hadn't replied angrily, would the ending be different now? Could it be that they can still be together? Will they still be able to live happily together?

"Mumu, don't be angry. The food is delicious. I recommend it." Fuji said with a smile.

Everyone expressed their own opinions, (and I wrote them all one by one.)

"Azuo, can you teach me how to do this?" Yukimura I looked at Uncle Atobe and said to me.

"No. You just watched me do it. Go home and try to do it yourself. I don't like making things. It's very troublesome, and it will take up my time to watch other people having sex. "I responded to Yukimura's request indifferently.

At this moment, the girl opposite was already preparing food. I put my hands behind my back and walked over hesitantly and took a look: "Hey, Mediterranean fish steak."

Then The man raised his head and forgot about me, and nodded: "You know?"

I smiled: "Of course, I am a master at doing this." I said without humility at all.

The man snorted loudly from his nostrils: "Then cook it for me to try." In his hand, he had already taken out the fish that had been marinated in salt for 24 hours from under the cabinet. Give me.

I took the fish and put it to my nose and smelled it: "The marinating time is enough, but unfortunately the fishy smell has not been completely removed."

I used bowls and chopsticks to pick it up. She picked up a piece of fish on her plate and bit into it gently. The aroma of the fish spread in her mouth, but what hit her face was a stronger and unmistakable fishy smell.

"No, try it." I pointed at her dish.

She took a bite and spit it out after a while: "How could it be? I marinated it with salt for a day, and it didn't smell fishy at all.

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I didn’t answer her question, I just kept cooking the dish she just made.

I found the fresh lemon I had just bought from the cabinet. Use a juicer to squeeze out the fresh and sour lemon juice, discard the lemon, and soak the fish in the lemon juice.

“I have also thought about this, but this way the fish will lose its delicious taste, and it will be irritated. Sour. ”

Take out the fish and heat the pan with olive oil: “Just use olive oil.” "

Fifteen minutes later, a delicious Mediterranean fish steak was presented to everyone. After she took a bite, she said silently: "I lost, you made it delicious. ”

“Thank you, but you still have to take chances when it comes to cooking. It’s useless to just find the right teacher or teach you recipes. You can only go to the local area to learn in person and experience the local cooking. method, and can adapt to various situations. I also learned this trick at a local restaurant. I'll teach you when I get the chance. "I said kindly.

The first day of the game ended with a complete victory for Leng Xia, but Nakajima Shoko was not worried at all. As long as she loses a game tomorrow, she will have to get out. Li Hai is older, and the number of people tomorrow will be at least a hundred times that of today. She may lose her big hair when she loses her age. Thinking of this, Nakajima Shoko smiled evilly.