"Powder grinder".

What is that?

Everyone in the group was hearing this unfamiliar name for the first time and became curious.

Ling Miao: "It's for making rice noodles, and there are other custom-made kitchen utensils as well."

Since she didn't know much about kitchenware in interstellar space, Ling Miao simply followed the examples she had seen and understood in her previous life to customize the kitchenware she wanted.

Fortunately, the technology of the interstellar era was extremely advanced, and even by simply copying Ling Miaoyi's description, they were able to build the machine they wanted.

Ling Miao touched the small machine. It had a cool, metallic feel and an ordinary, even rough, appearance. Compared to the various perfect appearances of other machines in the interstellar space, it was rather shabby.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the product works well.

Thinking about the rice noodles she was about to make, Ling Miao couldn't sit still. She and everyone else moved the machine into the kitchen, eager to try it out.

Is this rice noodle dish considered a side dish?

Rella was a little curious. She saw Ling Miao's great interest, and her hands were moving so fast they seemed to be shooting sparks. Was it really that delicious?

"no."

Ling Miao shook her head as she quickened her pace. The rice flour grinder could make rice noodles, but the raw materials still needed to be made by herself.

"It's from my hometown... no, it's a specialty dish from Hunan Province in ancient books."

"I'm so curious about rice flour."

Susan joined Ling Miao in the work, asking, "Will we add adhesive as well?"

"They're about the same, but they're all edible, and the amount used won't be much."

While they were talking, Ling Miao had already poured the first batch of rice milk ingredients into the machine.

The group stopped asking questions and curiously gathered around the powder grinder in front of them.

With a rustling sound, the machine started running.

"Snap—"

The gears begin to turn, and round rice noodles are squeezed out from the cylindrical gap below.

A large pot of hot water was placed under the rice noodle machine, and the round, white rice noodles were directly put into the pot.

"That's amazing!"

Rella sighed slightly, it was the first time she had ever seen food prepared this way.

"It has an ancient feel to it."

Susan touched her chin. "Actually, we could get a better device; this one is too outdated."

She understood the principle at a glance: the simplest form of compression.

This equipment has not been phased out.

Susan glanced at Ling Miao subtly, but the other woman was smiling and completely oblivious to her.

From which nook and cranny did they find this outdated equipment?

And we just happened to run into a rich, foolish person?

After thinking for a moment, she nudged Ling Miao and asked in a low voice, "Where did you buy it?"

"Um?"

Ling Miao was puzzled for a moment, then honestly explained, "On the StarNet, or rather, I customized it myself."

"You were..."

Susan's words caught in her throat, and she abruptly changed the subject, "...You customized it yourself?"

"yes."

Susan watched as Ling Miao nodded, a hint of smugness in her expression. "Not bad, right?"

Susan: "..."

"...It's alright."

"Sure, hehe."

She never expected her memory to be so good; she had only met him a few times in her previous life, but she still remembered him now.

Susan fell silent.

Rella looked around, feeling the atmosphere was strange. "How do you eat this rice noodle?"

When it came to food, the usually quiet twins perked up, shouting, "Sister Miaomiao!"

The longing in their eyes was almost palpable, their chubby, round faces practically screaming "I want to eat!"

"It's eaten with a topping."

Speaking of this, Ling Miao couldn't help but swallow hard.

A rich, reddish-brown broth is poured over tender, smooth rice noodles, topped with randomly falling cubes of red beef, vibrant red chilies, and emerald green cilantro.

Garnish with chopped scallions of the same color, and if you like pickled vegetables, add a few spoonfuls of salted vegetables. Mix well, enjoy the rich red broth and the intense aroma of beef, then roll up a mouthful of rice noodles and put it in your mouth.

That feeling is so good that even the most discerning person wouldn't find it bad.

Moreover, Ling Miao was originally a native of this area.

When I was little, my favorite place was the hole-in-the-wall eatery on the street corner. The owners, a husband and wife, had been running it for over ten years and their skills were superb. Ordinary rice noodles were given a whole new flavor in their hands.

Even though rice noodle shops can be found everywhere on the streets and alleys, and they use the same toppings, the taste is just different.

As a result, Ling Miao became a regular customer of their restaurant.

Having eaten a lot, I've started cooking for myself. I might not be able to cook it perfectly, but I can get it to about 80-90% of the mark.

What is a topping?

Upon suddenly hearing this unfamiliar term, the twins exchanged a puzzled look, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Susan and Rella also pricked up their ears and leaned in.

"Can you think of it as a side dish?"

Ling Miao pondered for a moment before giving this answer.

Seeing that everyone still didn't understand, she clapped her hands and said, "Then let me figure it out myself."

"I'm having braised beef rice noodles for breakfast tomorrow!"

"Then, are we not eating tonight?"

Le Lin was most concerned about food, and he became anxious as soon as he heard Ling Miao's words.

Ling Miao looked around and asked, "Do you all want to eat now?"

Before anyone could nod in agreement, she continued, "It won't be that quick. It takes at least three hours to simmer beef broth."

Slow-cooked braised beef is considered the essence of the dish; high heat will only cause the meat to lose its flavor, and even the aroma will be suppressed under the onslaught of high heat. It can also easily cause the bottom of the pot to burn.

"Let's eat it tomorrow morning."

Rella quickly made a decision, turning to her two dejected sons, "It'll be the same if we eat tomorrow."

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