Chapter 514 Time, Chaos, and Excitement

Zhao Xiaojing shook her head again and rubbed her dull eyes.

"Bang." A glass of water was placed heavily in front of her.

Zhao Xiaojing looked up in confusion, and her tutor's tense face appeared in front of her.

"Thank you, teacher."

Although she was not thirsty, Zhao Xiaojing picked up the water and took two gulps, then two more.

This meaningless thing seems to have become a kind of comfort.

After drinking a glass of water, Zhao Xiaojing slowly stood up.

The scene goes back to the left hand placing the duck gizzard on the chopping board and the right hand picking up the knife...

5,600 hours...

"What are you doing!" the instructor shouted.

Zhao Xiaojing shuddered and looked into the pot.

The ingredients that should have been taken out of the pot immediately after the side dishes were added have now become burnt and even have a burnt smell, but Zhao Xiaojing, who was standing in front of the pot, was completely unaware of it.

Zhao Xiaojing quickly turned off the fire.

When I looked up again, my proficiency level had dropped from 37% to 37.5%. All those 1,100 hours of practice were almost completely useless.

Zhao Xiaojing washed her hands, washed her face thoroughly, and drank a glass of water.

You can't practice like this anymore.

As I practiced more and more times and for longer periods of time, the strings in my head seemed to become tighter and tighter, and the work in my hands became busier and more chaotic.

She had fallen into this state several times, and felt that her thoughts seemed to have stagnated. If her tutor hadn't scolded her, she didn't know how long she would have remained in a daze.

Zhao Xiaojing took a deep breath, put down the fried crispy dishes for the moment, and walked around the kitchen in the learning module like a headless fly, and finally took out more than 20 ingredients from the refrigerator.

I can only stay in the learning module, and it is not suitable to exercise in the kitchen. There is nothing else to do except cooking, so making a heavy and stimulating meal is a good idea.

Zhao Xiaojing hardly thought about the butter, lard, scallion oil, various chili peppers, and various spices. She just followed her feeling and threw whatever she thought smelled good into the pot. In the end, she made a pot of hot pot base that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The base material rolled over a high fire and then quickly boiled. The hot aroma of chili peppers, peppercorns, oil and fragrance hit Zhao Xiaojing in the face, choking her so much that she coughed repeatedly and tears and snot flowed out.

After this stimulation, the brain seemed to become a little clearer.

Zhao Xiaojing simply wiped her face and thought about the dumplings she made on the day of the competition. What was the ratio of mushroom oil that day?

When I thought about it, I found that even my memory became fuzzy. It seemed that only one day had passed since I made the mushroom oil dumplings, but these thousands of hours converted into days would be more than 230 days.

Zhao Xiaojing struggled to recall for a while, then began to cut the scenes.

Although people are trapped in the learning module, fortunately the learning module is also in the virtual space and some functions are interoperable.

After finding the necessary ingredients, Zhao Xiaojing began to make the dumplings seriously.

After the dumplings were done, I started making shrimp balls and egg dumplings, and also boiled a pot of braised chicken feet, pig intestines, and duck blood...

Six hours later, Zhao Xiaojing fished out the braised dishes from the hot pot soup.

Then take out the rolled beef and mutton from the refrigerator and start cutting the beef and mutton rolls by hand...

8 hours later, Zhao Xiaojing finally took a seat in front of a table full of luxurious and extravagant hot pot feast that she had meticulously prepared.

The instructor in the kitchen disappeared from where he was when Zhao Xiaojing fried a pot of spicy and choking base, and no one knew where he went.

"This is what Shuozi likes to eat the most, this is what Xiao Wanzi likes to eat, this is what Senior Sister Wan likes to eat, and this is what Ouyang likes to eat..." Zhao Xiaojing muttered as if she was ordering her troops around, and put the corresponding ingredients into the hot pot.

Soon the food began to boil.

Zhao Xiaojing scooped up a large piece of beef roll with chopsticks, blew on it slightly, and stuffed it into her mouth in big mouthfuls.

Then, I was once again choked by the super oily, super spicy, super numb and super fragrant base sauce that I made, and my nose and tears started running.

While wiping away the tears and snot, he took the shrimp paste out of the pot, and then took out the pig intestines...

9800th hour...

Zhao Xiaojing shook her head and stopped what she was doing again.

She'd tried everything from overly oily, overly spicy, overly sour, overly sweet, overly bitter, overly salty, and even overly mustardy. Whenever she felt down, she'd meticulously prepare a pungent diet as a revenge diet. Each time she ate it, it felt like she'd let off steam, her spirits returning to normal. Then, she'd go back to the assembly line of fried double-crust pastry, only to be ravaged by it all over again.

Seeing Zhao Xiaojing start looking for ingredients again, the tutor sucked his teeth, glanced at her speechlessly, turned around and disappeared.

Zhao Xiaojing experienced all kinds of extreme tastes and searched around in various scenes. Suddenly, she remembered the water chestnut soup dumplings she made for Wang Jiandang.

She wants to eat water chestnut soup dumplings.

Zhao Xiaojing began to search for flour...

Hour 13437...

The mentor looked up at the sky speechlessly, seemed to roll his eyes, and disappeared on the spot.

Zhao Xiaojing, who was strolling around looking for food, looked at the empty space for a while, her eyes dazed for a moment. Is the instructor leaving earlier and earlier?

Is the mentor going to abandon her?

Mentor...does it really exist?

Were there other mentors in the past? What were they like?

Zhao Xiaojing's slow brain was suddenly startled.

She seemed to have been alone for too long. She hadn't done anything other than cooking, hadn't spoken, hadn't seen anyone or anything other than her bad-tempered tutor, and hadn't thought about it much. Now even her memory had become fuzzy.

"Enter the course, enter the course! Study any course in the module!" Zhao Xiaojing shouted at the air in a mysterious voice.

The scene changed instantly.

Although it is still the same kitchen, the things and furnishings in front of it have changed, and the people have changed too.

"Here I am. Today's class is the basic course of our cooking skills, knife skills. Classmate, can you tell me, what are knife skills?" The old chef in front of me, wearing a chef's uniform and a chef's hat, had a kind face.

There was interaction! Zhao Xiaojing suddenly felt excited and mixed emotions.

"Knife skills are the beginning of culinary skills." Zhao Xiaojing's somewhat slow brain slowly turned, recalling her cooking days. The first lesson she learned was knife skills. Knife skills are the beginning of culinary skills, and also the beginning of her own life again.

"That's right! So, how does good knife skills affect our cooking? Let me demonstrate it to you."

As the old chef spoke, he cut out two dishes.

Zhao Xiaojing's knife skills class was the only skill that she didn't have to practice on her own, but was instead transmitted through the system with one click. As soon as she came into contact with old knowledge that she had never learned before, she felt familiar and curious, and watched the chef's demonstration with novelty.

There are two plates of lettuce. One plate is chopped randomly without any shape, and the other plate is cut into even slices. Then both plates of lettuce are stir-fried using the same method.

"Classmate, try it and tell me what the difference is."

The old chef seemed particularly fond of interaction. Zhao Xiaojing couldn't help but smile as she picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of each. "The taste is different, the appearance is different, and the texture is different."

"Yes! What else?" the old chef coaxed.

What else? Zhao Xiaojing was stunned. Isn't the purpose of knife skills to ensure more even cooking, more consistent seasoning, and a more attractive appearance?