Jiang Si felt refreshed after being cleansed by the spiritual energy. She walked to the old man's feet and asked in a clearer voice, "Teacher, are you really only going to eat one thing?"
What appears to be a classroom is actually a large kitchen.
You can find all kinds of cooking utensils here, from frying and boiling to stewing and grilling.
On the table at the very front of the table, there were mainly meat ingredients, with very few plant-based vegetables.
Seeing that she had been affected by his spiritual power without any problems, the old man moved his chair to face her, crossed his legs, and started bouncing: "If you can make 10 or 8 different dishes, and I'm happy with them, you can go straight to the second year of the culinary department."
One meal and you're promoted to the second year of the culinary arts program?
Are all teachers in the interstellar era this wild and willful?
"Teacher, are you serious?" Jiang Si asked uncertainly, "If I cook five meals and you are satisfied, will I graduate?"
The old man put his mouth to the small teapot, took a slurp, and smacked his lips without any regard for appearances: "Kid, you have high aspirations. You think you can graduate after just five meals?"
Jiang Si chuckled twice, suppressing her mental energy to make herself look like an innocent little cabbage: "Didn't you say that if you eat well in one meal, you can advance to the second year? There are five years in total in college, so it's just five meals."
“Little friend, talking is not enough, you have to take action,” the old man reminded her. “Only after you take action will you know if you can graduate after 5 meals.”
She covered her vest tightly.
She doesn't want anyone to know that she has plant-based healing powers.
The old man in front of me is one of them.
The fact that the old man could keep it so well hidden—that no one in the Fifth Military Academy knew, and no one in the Empire knew—means he must have had extraordinary experience.
"Okay, teacher, you wait here."
Jiang Si felt that if things were handled well, this would be an ally.
It would be foolish not to try and win over allies.
Without hesitation, she rolled up her sleeves, put on an apron from the table, and began to examine the ingredients.
Each ingredient on the table has a label indicating its name.
seasoning.
The seasonings here are more complete and have a wider variety than those sold in Xingwang Mall.
With all the necessary ingredients and seasonings, the food will taste even better.
Especially in the interstellar era, animals have mutated and grown larger. Similarly, in order to increase their attack power and survival, these animals have amplified their pungent and fishy smell.
Therefore, the more seasonings you have, the better you can suppress the flavor.
The first dish I made with ginger shreds was braised beef.
The mutated beef is firmer and brighter red, but it has a slightly stronger flavor.
She selected two pieces of beef shank with tendons wrapped around the meat, cut them into six small pieces, and soaked them in cold water with white wine and ginger slices.
Seeing her skillful movements, the old man on the stage straightened up slightly from his reclining chair.
Jiang Si found an unused gauze, placed it in the bowl, and rummaged through the spices to find fennel, star anise, bay leaves, and Sichuan peppercorns. He also took out the sugar cubes he had made from his own storage space, smashed a large piece of ginger, and put it in the gauze.
Wrap the seasonings in gauze and tie them into a small ball.
Fill a pot with cold water, put the small balls wrapped with seasonings into the cold water, then take out the beef shank that was soaking in the water, put it in a small pot, add cold water, pour in cooking wine, and throw in ginger slices.
I boiled it, rinsed it in the sink, put it in the pot with the spice packet, sliced some ginger, poured in some wine, cut two sections of a scallion as thick as my arm and put them in, covered the pot, and turned on the heat to simmer.
The second and third dishes were stir-fried pork with seven-color peppers and braised pork.
Since we didn't have Erjingtiao green peppers, we had to use colorful peppers instead.
The pork belly was cut into strips, not washed, and then seared in a hot pan until the skin was golden brown and had a burnt smell.
After searing two strips of ginger, I went to the sink, rinsed them with boiling water, and scraped off the charred skin with a knife.
After washing, cut a small piece into small slices and place it on a plate. Then, take out the colorful peppers from the storage button, slice them into strips, and put them together with the meat slices.
For the remaining meat, cut it into 3-centimeter strips, put it in a pot, add water, ginger, cooking wine, and scallions, bring to a boil and blanch.
After blanching and rinsing, put the cleaned meat in a pot and stir-fry until the oil is rendered, then continue to stir-fry for 5 minutes.
Afterwards, take the meat out, wash the pot and start cooking again. Take out two pieces of ginger cane sugar from the storage button and caramelize the sugar.
When the ginger and sugar syrup forms dense bubbles in the pot, add the washed pork belly and stir-fry until it is browned.
Add Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, ginger slices, and scallion segments to the wok with the stir-fried meat and continue to stir-fry until fragrant. Add boiling water and simmer over low heat.
While the braised pork was cooking, she checked the vegetables. There were only two kinds: bok choy and bitter lettuce.
Jiang Si picked up two portions of vegetables, went to the sink, and bent down to wash them.
The old man's personal terminal beeped, interrupting his unwavering gaze.
He glanced down, put down the teapot, stood up, and said, "Little girl, you continue. I'm going out for a bit and will be right back."
Jiang Si looked over upon hearing the voice, and smiled at him with a smile: "Okay, teacher."
Her obedient and harmless demeanor brought a hint of satisfaction to the old man's eyes. He left the classroom, casually closing the door behind him to block Yan Qi from peeking in. He asked with a hint of annoyance and disdain, "What are you doing here?"
Holding the epaulettes of the top student in the Planting Department, Yan Qi said respectfully, "Master, the student inside is the top student in my Planting Department's first year."
At 2 p.m., he was overjoyed and, despite the pain, went to the Department of Plant Science hall to give the first-year students a "brainwashing" session and explain the rules.
While we're at it, let's also test Jiang Si's mental strength.
Unexpectedly, after arriving, he searched around but couldn't find anyone. Then the Dean of Students, Dempsey, came and said that the head chef he had personally selected had gone to the culinary department.
She became the only student and head chef in the culinary department.
In order not to let Jiang Si, that little rascal, get away, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come over to snatch her from his master, Gong Ming.
Gong Ming narrowed his cloudy, shrewd eyes, his voice booming: "You mean I'm stealing your students?"
If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext.
Yan Qi quickly waved his hand, shifting the blame to the Dean of Students, Dempsey: "No, Master, it was that Dempsey who transferred her to the wrong department. I'm here to transfer her back."
"Wait, don't try to get involved with me. Who's your master? Be careful, or I'll sue you for ruining my reputation." Gong Ming gave a triple rejection, acting like he was above everyone else, and threatened while waving his fist: "Also, I don't care who transferred to the wrong department or not. Once they're in my class, they're mine. You want to steal my students? You're asking for trouble, aren't you?"
Yan Qi hurriedly said, "Master, didn't you say you weren't accepting students anymore? The one inside has no spiritual power and his physical abilities are also low, which completely fails to meet your requirements for accepting students."
Gong Ming glared, his white beard trembling, and said disdainfully, "Yeah, I'm not taking any more students, especially not someone as stupid as you who can't even cook a single vegetable. It's embarrassing to even talk about it. Why would I take you in?"
Yan Qi, who was disliked for not even being able to cook a single vegetable, felt his heart was bleeding. After all, he was a well-known figure in the planting industry and a therapist with a medical license. How could he be so worthless and humiliated in front of his master?
"No, Master, you can't be so heartless. She really is my student. Do you remember when I told you that a new level 7 plant healer has appeared?"
Gong Ming's disdain became even more obvious: "I'm not a reclusive old man, nor do I live on a garbage planet. Before you even spoke, I already knew that a new 7th-level plant healer had appeared on the Star Network."
The implication was that he absolutely denied knowing about the StarNet Level 7 Plant Healer; it was Yan Qi who told him.
Once again rejected, Yan Qi, determined to snatch Jiang Si, pointed to the door and said resolutely, "Master, the one inside knows a level 7 plant healer. She's the one online called 'Jiang Si is not a corpse.'"
"So I think that she's better at gardening than cooking. If you're willing, you could just beckon and countless geniuses would come to be your apprentices."
"I've only met one student among your students who is so talented in planting. You shouldn't try to take him from me, sir."
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