Chapter 454 Who Stole My Potato Chips
Her ambition grew, from wanting to buy a spaceship to wanting to buy a planet. After checking the information, she found that buying and selling planets is legal in the interstellar space. Of course, the planets are only ownerless and wandering planets. The wanderers without ownership will automatically become the property of the planet owner, which is equivalent to ancient slavery.
Such a disgusting system actually occurred in the highly legally managed interstellar world. This was the first time that Lin Xinhuan saw the dark side of the interstellar world.
Chen Hai held the knife in one hand and controlled the potato with his other hand, indicating the distance of each cut. He held his breath and slid the blade downward, making a crisp sound when it touched the chopping board.
His family had much more tools than the unprepared spectators, which were passed down from generation to generation and were stored in a room. Grandpa Chen listened to the clanging sounds outside and put down the paint in his hands.
Which little bastard is making trouble at home? Is he going to cause trouble? I wonder if he has not slept well recently and is in a bad mood. He will not show mercy. When Grandpa Chen was young, he was not a character to be messed with. After he became famous, no one dared to challenge him in the boxing ring for three years.
Following the sound, I came to the kitchen of the ancestral house. I was surprised that there were still living members of the Chen family willing to enter the kitchen? Maybe they were not human?
The footsteps were light and did not attract the attention of the people inside.
Why do I say that? Grandpa Chen is the only living person in the family who has tasted food made from recipes. At that time, his grandfather felt that he was the chosen one who could study the secrets of recipes.
He was addicted to it, and his wife, children and grandson were all his experimenters. At that time, he had no job and did not need to go out for beauty treatments. He stayed at home and spent the most time with his grandfather, so naturally he could not escape the opportunity to taste it.
That was the darkest period in his life, so much so that the younger generation felt a sense of fear as if they were actually there when they talked about the recipes, and no one dared to touch the ancestral recipes.
What did he see now? Was it his grandfather who had taken over his grandson? In an instant, he was back to his childhood, when food dominated his life.
"Hmm? Where are my potato chips?"
I peeled the potatoes apart and searched everywhere, but there was nothing under the chopping board. It was clearly a slice missing, but where did the slice go? My heart tightened. Could it be a vicious interstellar thief?
The interstellar thief who was digging in the soil picked the dirt between his fingernails, turned his head and looked behind him to see who was tickling him.
He just raised the kitchen knife to protect himself, and saw the piece of potato chip stuck tightly behind the knife, mocking him mercilessly.
Suddenly I saw a black shadow flash by, "Ah~ Grandpa! Don't stand behind me silently and scare me." The high-pitched voice was flying all over the sky. I looked closely and it was a living person. I patted my uneasy heart and complained.
"I thought you were my grandpa." Seeing Chen Hai being so cowardly, Grandpa Chen patted his chest so hard that Chen Hai felt his heart would never beat again. Why is Grandpa older than me and stronger than me?
"What are you doing sneaking around in the kitchen?"
"I'm not doing it secretly. I'm cooking openly." Seeing Lin Xinhuan put the frying pan into the pot, he had no time to argue with his grandfather and started cutting the potatoes. Surprisingly, the shape of the potatoes was better than the one he had carefully cut for a minute.
A thick slice of potato and a thin slice of potato were put into the oil pan. He had tried his best. Oh, the oil was also ordered from the merchant and squeezed immediately, so the freshest oil was used immediately.
On the other side of the network, a merchant who wished he had eight hands assembled an oil press and used one hand to call the intelligent computer: "Hey, my clod of earth, give me another 1,000 kilograms of the clod of earth that can produce oil."
His hands were busy, but his mouth was free, mumbling: "What on earth happened? Someone on the Internet actually wanted to buy oil. Fortunately, I knew the principle of oil extraction, so I acted quickly to make the first batch of machines and snatched the order. Interstellar business is not easy now, and we have to compete with hundreds of millions of planets."
Thanks to the gift from our ancestors, I never thought that there are still people in the universe who know about this antique thing called oil.
The audience knew that the oil was freshly squeezed, but they didn’t expect that the oil was also freshly made by the machine. Everything was about freshness.
"After peeling, cut into slices of uniform thickness. The potato slices should not be too thick. Blanch the potato slices in boiling water, add a small amount of salt, and the blanching time should not be too long, about 30 seconds, to keep the potato slices crispy.
Put the blanched potato slices into hot oil and fry them until golden brown. Pay attention to the oil temperature to avoid burning them. Fry the potato chips in batches to ensure that each chip is evenly heated.
Lin Xinhuan poured the potato chips into the oil pan, and suddenly thought of the scene where the audience ate the food out of the packaging bag, and said: "The oil temperature is too high, everyone, please don't touch it with your hands."
[Huh? It doesn't look like the temperature is high. There aren't any bubbles at all.]
[If you don't let me touch you, I'll touch you anyway! ]
[Hmm? Where's Pianpeng? Speak up, where's he? Can anyone tell me why I can't be touched?]
The netizen who was hit by the message was unable to reply.
[You use a thermometer to check the oil temperature, it’s 180 degrees. If it happened in real life, if your skin was touched directly without protective gear, it would burn you. I guess that guy must have rolled on the ground in pain.]
[Hiss~ Who can be in the boss's live broadcast room without using the five senses? No wonder the person disappeared]
Virtual injuries are the most difficult to heal. There is no wound, but the mind remembers the pain.
Lin Xinhuan had already reminded him that being burned only meant he deserved it. Interstellar people really had no such thing as "common sense". Perhaps, the common sense that the blue star people believed in was already missing on the interstellar.
Just treat them as fools for now. They don't know what image they have in Lin Xinhuan's mind. They squat in front of the frying pan, waiting foolishly for the potato chips to come out of the pan.
"Next, our secret weapon comes in. We don't have all the ingredients right now, so let's make a pepper and salt flavor."
Put Sichuan peppercorns, numbing peppercorns and black peppercorns into a pot and fry over low heat until they are fragrant and the Sichuan peppercorns can be crushed with your fingers. Then add sesame seeds and salt and continue frying over low heat until the salt and sesame seeds turn brown.
While waiting for the potato chips to dry, Lin Xinhuan stir-fried some condiments. "After the oil has dried, sprinkle some seasoning on it and it will taste even better."
Seeing the screen full of people asking if they can eat it, she thought: "Maybe you can eat it."
Then the students and parents opposite couldn't help it anymore and started picking up the homemade potato chips in front of them. Yes, they followed suit when Lin Xinhuan started.
When Lin Xinhuan was digging potatoes, she smelled an unusual scent and looked at the principal eagerly. Among them were several loyal shareholders of the school. How could the principal not agree? Not to mention the clods of earth, if the shareholders were happy, she could even give them a piece of land and plant all the clods of earth.
It was time for the students to show off their learning achievements. The students from the command department observed the terrain and always found potatoes. They directed everyone to dig potatoes accurately.
The mecha-types were focused and followed the commander's orders completely, digging and moving potatoes, showing their speed and strength;
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