Because it was late, there was no one in the corridor, only a few disciples guarding the entrance and exit. They didn't feel cold standing in the night wind. They probably practiced while standing guard. Most of the disciples who came to the sect did this.
At this moment, these people did not look towards the corridor. Some of them were guarding the exit leading to the deck with their backs to Loran Hill, while others were turning the corner to look at the night view outside the railing, occasionally whispering to their companions.
Loran Hill took a step with some ease and walked towards the depths of the corridor, which led to the lower floor where there was a kitchen and storage room.
Although she could take out the stored food from the storage space, she still wanted to eat something hot. Moreover, if she ate in the room, would it make the whole room smell? When the disciples who came to clean tomorrow smelled it, would they think of something that was not good for her image?
Loran Hill was thinking about these things in his mind, wondering whether he should try hard to maintain a certain image.
If I don't maintain it, I feel like it will break many people's fantasies and disappoint others' expectations. But it will also be a bit troublesome if I keep doing this. It will be bad if I can't keep it anymore one day.
Even the great people in history have their own little hobbies and characteristics, and there were times when they were not so great or even very immature and childish. Thinking of this, Loran Hill felt a lot less pressure.
She walked through the night corridor and down the stairs inside the dragon boat. The light skirt rose and fell with her steps, rubbing against her knees and skin from time to time, and the soft and slightly cool feeling of silk came with it. After walking down the stairs, the situation on the lower floor also appeared in Loran Hill's eyes.
Three glass-covered night lights were hung on the corridor inside, emitting a soft glow. The door of the dining area where the crew members used to dine was still open, but no one was inside at this time. All that could be seen were empty wooden chairs.
Moving quietly, I walked through the empty restaurant. Behind it was the cooking area. The kitchen was closed with a bolt stuck on it.
Loran Hill lifted the horizontal bolt, moved it to the side, then creaked open the slightly tilted door, and the dim kitchen appeared before his eyes.
She lit a small, round fireball, flew slowly towards the dark kitchen, and then walked towards the cupboard beside her where the ingredients should be kept.
The cabinet door with dragon carvings was covered with a light oily sheen, and a faint odor could be smelled from it. This was the inevitable product of kitchen fumes. Loran Hill didn't care and just grabbed the handle of the cabinet door and pulled it open.
It is divided into four layers. The top layer is filled with spices in various small bags and boxes. The second layer is neatly arranged vegetables, including eggplants, green vegetables, mushrooms and peppers. The third layer is filled with potatoes, pumpkins and sweet potatoes. The fourth layer is a bronze ice jar containing frozen pork and beef.
There are three such cabinets, and the ingredients placed in each one are different, but generally speaking, they are very rich. The dragon boat lands once every three days on average, and a lot of fresh ingredients will be bought for storage. If it is a special voyage, there is also a large cold storage inside to store non-perishable food, but it is not fresh enough and is generally not used.
Loran Hill would bend down from time to time, or squat in front of the cabinet door, looking at the ingredients, thinking about what kind of recipe to put together to make today's dinner.
It has been more than half a year since I last cooked for myself. It seems that after returning to Xiangyu Sect, everyone took good care of me and I never went into the kitchen again. However, when Min Ze came and went, I cooked a few times, and Bai Zao also taught me some local specialty recipes.
Let’s eat noodles. It’s really too troublesome to steam rice at this time. Loran Hill blinked and made a decision.
She first took out a piece of light red pork, cut off some of it, put the excess back into the ice container, then cut the remaining piece into thin slices, rinsed it briefly with water, and placed it in a bowl.
Then came the other seasonings. Loran Hill cut and peeled a few cloves of garlic, then minced them into fine pieces and put them in the bowl containing the meat slices.
Pour in a little cooking wine, add minced garlic, and add appropriate amount of salt and soy sauce, then she kneads and stirs the meat slices with her hands.
The meat slices and soy sauce were a bit cold and sticky. As they were kneaded and mixed, the salt grains slowly melted between the fingers, and a faint aroma of wine emanated from the bowl. After they were marinated, Loran Hill washed his hands with clean water, and then boiled the water.
While waiting for the water to boil, she went to the cupboard and took out a green vegetable. She couldn't remember its specific name. After all, most of these vegetables are similar, but have different names.
The one in Loran Hill's hand at this time had a brittle white stem at the root and light green leaves on it. After cutting off the root, Loran Hill tore the leaves apart and then washed them in a basin of clean water.
The water is cool when you enter it, and there is a slight itchy feeling when your fingers touch the edge of the leaves, which is very light and fleeting.
After washing the leaves, draining them and placing them on the table, Loran Hill easily cut them. At this time, the water was almost boiling.
First put in the marinated meat slices, then Loran Hill washed three mushrooms, cut them into small pieces, and put them into the pot.
Meat and mushrooms are not easy to cook, so they have to be put in first. After waiting for two minutes, Loran Hill started to cook. It is almost like making a fist with the thumb on the four fingers. When the fist is empty, the thickness and number of the gaps in the middle vary with the size of the palms of people. Therefore, the amount of noodles can be taken out more accurately, so that there will not be too much and not enough to eat, or too little and not enough to eat.
Men and people with larger bodies have larger palms, so they can naturally take out more noodles. People like Loran Hill have smaller palms, so the noodles they take out are suitable for her to eat all at once.
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