Chapter 54 Porridge is available

The soft, sticky porridge flows down the throat into the stomach. The warmth and comfort that comes from the inside out makes people sigh with satisfaction.

However, cooking with a large iron pot and a wood stove is too inconvenient.

There was no such stove in the cafeteria, so Jian Yan could only look around, then took a pot that was similar to the one Tang Zhen used to cook rice porridge, but much larger, poured the rice in, added water, and looked at Tang Zhen.

"Uncle Tang, where do we put this pot to cook?"

Tang Zhen, who had been following her around, finally couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you grind the rice before you cook it?"

"I'm cooking rice, I'm not making a paste, why should I grind it?"

Jian Yan was even more shocked than Tang Zhen. She explained, "Uncle Tang, rice porridge is only suitable for toothless elderly people and babies who are a few months old and need complementary foods.

Adults, of course, eat.

If you want a change of taste, you can try porridge, which can be eaten in many different ways.”

"How about I make you some porridge?"

Tang Zhen, "...porridge is available."

rice···

Sorry, he couldn't imagine what rice looked like.

Since the empire stopped the war and entered a period of rapid development with stability and peace, the way of eating rice by grinding it into a paste has become established.

It’s not that no one has tried a different approach.

But none of them succeeded.

He also tried to cook the rice described in an ancient book handed down from the Tang family as being crystal clear and distinct grains, but the result was...

Let’s not talk about it.

"Should I cook on high or low heat?"

"I have to check the size and temperature of the fire first."

So Tang Zhen turned on a combustion furnace for her.

Jian Yan looked at the fire, then stretched out her hand to feel the temperature, thinking that this thing called a combustion furnace was similar to the natural gas in her era.

It's quite convenient.

After putting the pot on and covering it with a lid, Jian Yan turned around and took another pot to put rice in, washed it, added water, and put it on a stove to start cooking.

"Is that all?"

"Um."

Jian Yan nodded and started to choose ingredients again.

She took potatoes, cucumbers, water spinach, and a dark purple, round, and slightly bitter thing that was said to be a purple crisp fruit, and began to pick out meat dishes.

It’s hard to choose meat dishes because I don’t recognize any of them.

You need to ask one by one before you can make a decision.

In the end, Jian Yan picked a fish that was similar to a mandarin fish.

The fish is not live, but it is fresh.

In short, I like to eat live fish, especially the kind that is alive and kicking and is eaten right after being killed.

But there is no food in the cafeteria, so we have to make do with it.

She has great knife skills and can handle fish neatly and efficiently.

The sharp knife flashing with cold light was so fast in her hand that only a shadow could be seen. Tang Zhen and several other chefs were shocked when they saw this scene.

One of the older men opened his mouth slightly in disbelief, "This little girl's skill in preparing fish is...perfect."

He is good at cooking fish and also good at handling fish.

When it comes to knife skills, he thinks he is not bad.

But compared with this little girl, he realized that his knife skills were terrible.

This is probably what the ancient books describe as the butcher cutting up an ox.

That's what he said.

Jian Yan laughed when he heard this and said, "You're flattering me. My skills are just so low, I can't compare them to the butcher Ding who butchered an ox."

The little girl is quite humble.

After hearing her words, they stopped talking and focused on watching her process the fish.

They are focused, and in short, they are more focused than others.

Her full attention was on the mandarin fish in her hand.

He slapped, chopped, and sliced ​​with incredible speed, his hands moving with blinding speed and with skillful and confident movements.

(End of this chapter)