Transmigrating to the interstellar era, what's the first thing you want to do? Pilot a spaceship? Wear mecha? Gather subordinates? Conquer the stars and seas? Jane, a descendant of imperial che...
Chapter 264 The Quantity is Too Small
We agreed to eat palace cuisine today, so some palace dishes must be served.
Since there are no pigs, the "stir-fried pork tenderloin" and "stir-fried kidney" of the four major dishes have to be removed.
'Stir-fried fish fillet' and 'Stir-fried shrimp' are available.
There is no shortage of the main ingredients for the four major sauces, so you can serve them all.
It is good to dip steamed buns in it or eat it with rice.
As for the four kinds of pastry, I don’t have time to make them today, so just remove them.
After strolling around the refrigerator, Jian Yan sighed.
There are still not enough ingredients, so I can’t make more palace dishes, so I can only mix them together.
After deciding on the menu in her mind, she took out the ingredients she would use.
After cleaning everything, it is time to start the busy work.
Cutting, slicing, chopping, carving and other knife techniques, whether simple or complex and requiring skills, are demonstrated one by one through the professional knives she frequently changes in her hands.
As time passed, the large empty plates that were originally piled together were filled with the matched ingredients one by one, ready to be put into the pot.
After looking at his own results, Jian Yan nodded with satisfaction, put down the knife in his hand, turned on the fire, and started the formal cooking process.
Turn on the fire in two pots at the same time and make the four major sauces first. Even if they get cold, it will not affect the taste.
As cucumber sauce, carrot sauce, pea sauce and hazelnut sauce came out of the pot one after another, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of sauce.
The fragrance not only distracted Tang Zhen and the others from looking over from time to time, but also attracted the soldiers on the training ground some distance away from the cafeteria, making them lose focus on training.
The instructor in charge of supervision saw that the soldiers frequently looked towards the cafeteria.
He simply mercifully ended the training and ran to the cafeteria first.
He ran very fast and without any image, not at all like his usual steady self.
The soldiers who were two steps behind him said, "..."
"See? Even the devil instructor couldn't resist Chef Jian's delicious call." A soldier said as he ran.
The brother behind him looked at his rapidly moving legs and chuckled, "You make it sound like you can resist."
"I can't resist."
The soldier was also single, so he immediately accepted his brother's sarcasm and said with a touch of melancholy, "Chef Jian's food is really delicious!
That’s right, the quantity is too small.
It’s not available every day, so if you want to eat her food, you have to try your luck.”
If you run a little slower, the food will be gone and you will have to eat what Uncle Tang and the others cook.
If you are unlucky and go too late, you won’t even be able to eat what Uncle Tang and the others cook.
As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers fell silent.
Luck is something really mysterious.
Anyway, since Chef Jian appeared, they have only eaten food cooked by Chef Jian once.
Most of the time I didn’t get to eat it even once.
A soldier who had eaten the food made by Jian Yan said, "Actually, Uncle Tang and his team's food is not bad either.
But for some reason, the same food feels a little off compared to what Chef Jian makes.”
"I know."
Another technical officer who had eaten the food chimed in, “Chef Jane’s food has emotion.
It can make the eater feel empathy while eating.
According to Professor Mo and his colleagues, the reason why Datou and the others recovered was because the food prepared by Chef Jian instantly activated the dopamine in their brains.
The secretion of dopamine can directly affect the spiritual realm.
It is because of the continuous secretion and activity of dopamine that Big Head and his team have the capital to fight against the source of pollution and then devour or eliminate it. "
While running, the officer kept talking so much without stopping, but his face did not turn red or he did not get out of breath.
(End of this chapter)