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The green-haired guy who was wiping his face glanced at the other person slowly. The bald guy looked away and muttered softly, "It's just talk. I didn't really do it."
"Sorry, he has a bad temper." The green-haired man turned to Qi Huan and smiled, his attitude was much more polite than the bald man. "We fought stone beasts all night last night. We are really tired and hungry now. We rushed over to this restaurant when we saw it."
Qi Huan pointed to the right according to the direction in his memory, "If you two are really hungry, you should be able to find a nutrient supplement vending machine about two or three hundred steps ahead. You can choose the heating mode."
The green-haired man smiled bitterly, "We have been taking nutritional supplements in the hunting area for twelve days. If we take more, we will vomit."
"But the store isn't open these days, so we haven't prepared any ingredients..." Qi Huan glanced at the sign menu on the wall. When he took a quick look yesterday afternoon, he did find a few pieces of frozen meat and half an egg in the freezer in the back kitchen, but there were no vegetables or shrimps at all.
The bald man's face was slightly cold. He was about to speak, but before he could open his mouth, the green-haired man took out a drawstring bag from somewhere, grabbed two handfuls of silver coins, and piled them on the table with a clang. "No need for complicated dishes, just be quick and fill your stomach. The rest will be my compensation for the table."
"How about this, you two take a rest here first, I'll go look around and do whatever I can." Seeing that the two people in front of him were sitting very still and had no intention of leaving, it was obvious that they were determined to take advantage of him, so Qi Huan had to compromise.
The bald guy has a hot temper and he is alone at the moment. If he confronts him head-on, he will only suffer.
Besides, there are still a lot of bills to pay. The most expensive Kung Pao Pork Dish on the wall only costs sixteen silver coins. The money that the green-haired guy took out is almost enough to eat all the signature dishes. It would be a waste not to make money that is delivered to your door.
"OK."
"Are there any dietary restrictions?"
"No."
After a while, Qi Huan finally woke up. He went back to the kitchen, opened the freezer, took out two pieces of animal meat to thaw, and went to the food cabinet to take a look. There were two transparent rice barrels on the upper layer. The one on the left should be rice, and the one on the right was round and looked a bit like millet, but the color was light red. Looking at the lower layer, there were three kinds of flour, white, green, and light yellow. He smelled them respectively, picked up a little and put it on the tip of his tongue to taste. The white one basically tasted like wheat flour, the yellow one had a faint bean smell, similar to soybean flour, and the green one had a faint milky sweetness, unlike any food he had ever touched before.
He used the white flour as the base, added a few spoonfuls of the green one, and mixed the batter in an orderly manner.
Cooking porridge or rice is not as fast as making some batter to make pancakes, so on his way back to the kitchen just now, he had already decided to make some animal meat and multi-grain pancakes for the two people outside.
When the batter was almost done, he took the half-shell egg and beat two of them into the batter. The egg was two times bigger than a goose egg, and judging by the brown star-shaped spots on the eggshell, it was most likely the star-shaped egg mentioned in the original owner's recipe.
After preparing most of the ingredients, Qi Huan was troubled by the shelves full of cooking utensils.
He hadn't had time to take a closer look before, but now he realized that most of the things around him were far from the familiar ones he remembered.
Tableware, knives and the like are fine, with not much difference, but the cooking utensils are a bit strange. There are things on the shelf that are similar in size to pots, and the most conspicuous thing is a row of iron footballs!
The thing was round and made of football-like pentagonal iron sheets, with a half-moon-shaped bracket on the right, which looked a bit like a globe. Qi Huan tried to pick one up and took a look. From the weight, it was obviously hollow, but he couldn't find a place to open it.
There are seven such "iron footballs" on the shelf, ranging from small to large, like Russian nesting dolls. The small one is about the size of a single-person rice cooker, and the largest one is two circles larger in diameter than the earthen stove iron pot used in rural areas in the past.
Qi Huan stared at the row of COS seven-star beads and frowned. Have the shapes of pots in this era evolved to be so weird?
He was studying the new kitchen utensils when the kitchen door was pushed open and the bald man poked his head in anxiously, "How long will it take before we can eat?"
"It's almost there," Qi Huan pushed him out, silently finished the second half of the sentence in his mind, and was about to start doing it.
In desperation, he reluctantly pulled out a thick square metal tray from something like a steam oven next to him to replace the frying pan.
The stove is also powered by energy stones. It feels very similar to an induction cooker. There is no open flame, but the temperature control function is very good. Qi Huan tried to spread two pancakes on a thick tray and roughly figured out the required heat.
Things became much easier for him after that. He spread the pancake skin, fried the eggs, and fried the animal meat all in one go.
Just when the bald man couldn't help but get up for the second time, the door to the kitchen finally opened and Qi Huan came out pushing a food delivery cart.
The cart was actually a rack for preparing food, with wheels for easy moving. It was temporarily requisitioned by Qi Huan, who had limited mobility, to deliver meals.
Seeing the bald man and the green-haired guy sitting at the door, Qi Huan was also stunned. In order to eat as soon as possible, these two actually moved directly to the four-person table closest to the kitchen.
Qi Huan didn't say anything more and served the two people quickly. The first plate contained twelve light green pancakes, followed by four dishes of condiments, two dry and two wet. The dry dish contained cumin powder and chili powder, and the wet dishes contained soy sauce paste and sesame paste. There were also some things on the seasoning rack that he didn't recognize, so he picked up a few familiar flavors first.
The second plate was piled high with steaming fried eggs and meat.
The outermost layer of a sunny-side-up egg has a beautiful golden-brown burnt edge, with orange-red runny egg flowing faintly in the middle. The arc is round and attractive, and the semi-solidified egg white is shimmering, soft and tender, so tender that it could be broken with a blow. The evenly thick animal meat is fried over high heat to create a crispy amber-colored burnt shell. The rich patterns are wrapped with bright oil and the aroma of fat is everywhere, which arouses one's appetite.
The bald man took a deep breath and was about to grab the meat when the green-haired man knocked him down with the back of his chopsticks.
“Dip the meat or eggs in your favorite seasoning, spread it evenly on the pancake, roll it up and you can eat it. If you prefer a lighter flavor, you don’t need the seasoning plate.” Seeing the green-haired guy looking at him, Qi Huan gestured with two plates and explained how to eat it.
The green-haired man first picked up a poached egg, glanced at the dishes of seasoning, and finally put it directly on the pancake without dipping it in anything. He then put a few pieces of animal meat on it, rolled it up, and took a tentative bite.
The meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, tough but not dry, fragrant but not greasy. It was a perfect match with the tender egg whites and flexible crust. Lin Jian immediately squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
Rotten eggs, six eggs, that was the worst rating for interstellar cuisine. If he hadn't been so hungry, he definitely wouldn't have walked into this restaurant with a six-egg rating sign. And the ingredients were the most common star eggs and D-level beast meat. Frankly speaking, before he took a bite, he didn't have any expectations for the food in this restaurant. At most, he hoped it wouldn't be too bad.
However, surprisingly, it tasted good.
Maybe he was really too hungry. Lin Jian smiled self-deprecatingly and took a second bite.
I thought the first bite was the best, but the second bite was even more surprising. After biting into the runny fried egg, the smooth yolk instantly seeped into the meat underneath and turned into a natural sauce. The aroma of the egg mixed with the fat of the meat and the natural wheat aroma of the crust was fresh, tender and delicious, simply indescribable.
Seeing his expression of enjoyment, Qi Huan, who was standing by the table, secretly felt relieved. The ingredients were unfamiliar, the kitchen utensils were not convenient, and he was not too sure about the tastes of the people here, but at least he did not mess it up.
Xue Ke on the opposite side followed suit, only putting twice as much meat and adding all the seasonings generously, then rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently.
After chewing it twice, Xue Ke's eyes lit up and he said with puffy cheeks, "Hua Hua, your steamed buns are so delicious!"
Biluo? No, it should be 饆饠. Qi Huan was slightly stunned before he remembered this complicated and obscure name. Many people in later generations believed that 饆饠 was actually a stuffed pancake that was popular in the Tang Dynasty. It can be said to be the ancestor of the various versions of "big pancakes wrapped in everything" that are popular today.
"Spring Breeze Bun." Qi Huan looked at the light green crust and calmly made up a name.
Xue Ke nodded and wolfed down the remaining half of the pancake in his hand.
In less than two minutes, most of the food on the plate was devoured by the two of them. Seeing that it was not enough, Qi Huan hurried back to the kitchen to make another portion. There were no more star-shaped eggs, so he could only make a pure animal meat version.
In the end, everything on the table was eaten clean except the sauce.
"This is the best meal I've had since I came to Waste Planet No. 7." Xue Ke patted his belly and laughed.
Qi Huan: ...
So, the reason why the Human Restaurant can continue to do business despite being rated as a rotten egg level six is because all the restaurants on the entire Waste Planet No. 7 serve dark cuisine?
"Please take some time to buy some food. We want to bring two friends over for dinner tonight." Lin Jian took out the drawstring bag containing silver coins again, and without counting them, he directly handed the remaining half of the bag to Qi Huan, "The rest is your reward."
“But…” Qi Huan looked at his splinted arm hesitantly. In his current condition, he really couldn’t cook any complicated dishes.
"I want this spring breeze steamed bun." Lin Jian saw his embarrassment and explained.
"Okay then." Considering his current situation of being penniless, Qi Huan gritted his teeth and agreed. He hurriedly wrote a reservation form, specifying the spring breeze steamed buns for four people, and asked Lin Jian to sign and confirm, so that both parties would have a certificate.
After seeing the two off, it was still early, so Qi Huan turned around and went back to the kitchen.
He just glanced and saw that the lights were still on in Quanhai's house across the street, guessing that they hadn't woken up yet, so he planned to use the remaining ingredients to make some beast meat pancakes for breakfast for himself and Quanhai's siblings.
"Bang!"
When the meat was halfway through frying, there was a sudden noise from upstairs, as if something had broken in. Qi Huan quickly turned off the fire, picked up the chair leg that had been thrown in the corner, and tiptoed upstairs.
It was quiet upstairs, as if the noise just now was just an illusion. The only unusual thing was a broken red tin can that fell on the floor.
Qi Huan frowned and looked at the slightly open rear window and the bed that was almost buried in debris. If he remembered correctly, the jar should be among the pile of debris.
It looked like something had gotten into the attic through the window.
Could it be a stone beast? Qi Huan was shocked.
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