I slept well all night.

When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight was just right, streaming into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Ling Miao lay motionless on the bed, dozing off for a while before lazily getting up.

She heard rustling sounds outside the door, as if someone was checking something. After a while, she heard a soft sound.

"Miaomiao?"

"Are you up yet?"

Ling Miao responded, and Susan's voice from outside the door grew louder, "Then I'll go make breakfast!"

Having received Ling Miao's affirmation, Susan went to the kitchen in a cheerful mood.

Place the rinsed rice into a clean clay pot, add a little water, and simmer over low heat.

Perhaps influenced by Ling Miao, Susan also prefers to cook porridge in a clay pot.

As the simmering process continues, watching the white steam continuously overflow from the vent, every time I see this scene...

Susan couldn't help but remark that she thoroughly enjoyed the cooking process.

Especially when the aroma of rice fills the air, there is an indescribable sense of ease and satisfaction.

The white porridge is simmered slowly over low heat. The originally translucent rice grains gradually become sticky, and the porridge expands to reveal the rice oil inside.

Susan added the chopped vegetables to the bottom of the pot, along with some finely minced meat.

The minced pork changes color instantly upon contact with the boiling porridge base, swirling together with the bright green chopped vegetables in the white porridge.

Finally, add a little simple seasoning, and the vegetable porridge is done.

Susan scooped up two bowls and placed them on the table, just as Ling Miao walked into the kitchen. "You're done so quickly?"

"Of course, I arrived right on time."

Susan raised her eyebrows, looking confident. "You should try it. I think it's pretty good."

"Then I'll have to enjoy your delicious food."

Taking the spoon from the other person, Ling Miao scooped up a spoonful, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

"How about it?"

Susan pressed for an answer.

She had tried it once before, and it did taste pretty good.

Although the vegetable porridge was simple and easy to make, seeing Ling Miao taste it still made him uneasy.

Seeing that the other person didn't speak, Susan hung her head and said, "Don't say anything, I knew I didn't have this talent."

"You can't even make such a simple vegetable porridge."

"Who said that?"

Susan looked up abruptly, and Ling Miao smiled at her, "This bowl of vegetable porridge is indeed quite good."

"It has a rich color, aroma, and flavor, and is light and refreshing. You did a great job."

"Really?!"

Susan couldn't believe it. "You're not saying this just to appease me."

She knew her vegetable porridge was pretty good, but she didn't expect it to receive such high praise.

You must believe in yourself.

Ling Miao patted Susan's shoulder. She wasn't lying. Although the vegetable porridge was simple to make, the cooking of the porridge base required mastering the timing and heat.

If cooked for too long or the heat is too high, the porridge at the bottom of the pot will burn and have a burnt smell.

If the cooking time is too slow and the heat is too low, the porridge base will not be fragrant and rich enough.

Overall, the vegetable porridge turned out very well this time.

"marvelous!"

Susan happily spun around in circles several times, saying, "I knew it! I have a talent for cooking too!"

He looked so spirited that there was no trace of his previous self-doubt.

After finishing breakfast, the two quickly got to work on the lunch menu.

The duck, which had been hanging to air dry overnight, was taken down and inflated. After being dried overnight, the duck's body turned a light yellow color.

Ling Miao placed it into the hanging stove, where fruitwood was already burning underneath, and a faint fruity aroma mixed with a hint of sweetness wafted out.

Susan smelled the faint fruity aroma in the air and asked curiously, "Miaomiao, how did you come up with the idea of ​​using fruitwood as fuel to smoke the ducks?"

Ling Miao was adjusting the position of the hanging duck when she heard this and explained, "This dish is not my creation, but a reconstruction and research based on ancient recipes."

"Ancient Chinese cuisine?"

“Yes.” Ling Miao nodded, without any guilt.

The precursor to the interstellar age, its home planet ten thousand years ago was also a water-blue planet.

Based on the descriptions and names of some common fruits, vegetables, and other foods found here, as well as some reconstructed ancient utensils,

She had no doubt that she had traveled through a parallel universe, only that time had become disordered, and she had arrived in the interstellar era ten thousand years in the future.

"The ancients were so clever."

After Susan finished her remark, she stared intently at Ling Miao, "Miao Miao, do you know any other ancient delicacies?"

Ling Miao nodded, "I'll make it for you when I have the chance."

"marvelous!"

The two chatted and laughed as Ling Miao taught Susan how to observe the heat and turn the ducks.

She needs to prepare other dishes to ensure the best taste when they are cooked immediately.

"I'm afraid I won't do it well."

Susan hesitated for a moment, looking at the roast duck hanging in the oven. Under the heat of the flames, the duck's body was slowly changing, and she could faintly smell the aroma of the duck meat.

"If you're unsure, just call me and I'll let you know."

"All right."

Susan hesitated for a long time before nodding.

After saying that, she moved a small stool and stared intently at the ducks hanging in the oven.

Although she handed it over to Susan, Ling Miao would still turn around and glance at it from time to time.

As time passed and the flames swirled around the ducks in the hanging oven, they gradually changed.

The duck was roasted over a high flame until it was colored and set. Once it started to change color slightly, Ling Miao immediately instructed Susan to turn the heat down to low and simmer it.

Susan wiped the sweat from her forehead, still seemingly lingering from her earlier tension. "Being a gigolo is really not easy."

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