Chapter 10 Fried Potatoes
Since Pine can become a doctor, his ability to act must be strong.
After making up his mind, he immediately contacted Ms. Sun Nianhan privately.
After privately discussing their shocking discoveries and signing a confidentiality agreement, Dr. Pine and Caleb Ryan finally met Tang Jia again.
When Tang Jia saw Dr. Pine and Caleb Lane, he was stunned for a moment. After listening to Ms. Sun Nianhan's account of the whole story, Tang Jia himself was stunned.
She didn't expect that a simple bowl of tomato and pork ribs soup could actually cure mental pollution.
It's just... outrageous!
However, does this mean that her foodie journey has become a thoroughfare?
Having land to farm and food to eat, isn't this the unchanging dream and pursuit of the Chinese people for thousands of years?
Now that it is about to be realized, Tang Jia is particularly satisfied.
“Is it just tomato and pork rib soup?”
Is it not possible to have the eight major cuisines, the Manchu-Han banquet, etc.?
"Do you have any other food?"
The interstellar people who don't understand food are full of doubts, and they look at Tang Jia differently.
Tang Jia hid behind Simingen and said weakly, "My grandfather and I also had Shihuangpi Pork Rib Soup, which is a pork rib soup stewed with the stems of the kidney fern..."
Ms. Sun Nianhan's gaze pierced Si Mingen like a sharp sword, and her eyes clearly read:
Not only did you eat it behind my back, you haven't even discovered the secret in the food. How do you want to die?
Si Mingen stretched out his hands to protect Tang Jia, then he chuckled and said, "The soup that day was a little less, I didn't taste anything..."
Sun Nian sneered coldly and temporarily let Si Mingen go. However, no one knew when the revenge would come or how long he would have to sleep on the sofa.
Sun Nianhan could treat Si Mingen coldly, but not Tang Jia.
She walked around behind Simingen, smiled at Tang Jia, and said softly, "If it's not too much trouble, let's all try it."
Little white mouse?
Naturally, it was Caleb Ryan, whose mental power was so severely polluted that he couldn't even pilot a mecha.
Thinking about Caleb Ryan's life-saving grace, Tang Jia turned on the computer and tapped on the page.
Tang Jia placed an order for any natural ingredients available on Star Online, and the recipes gradually took shape in her mind.
Fry, boil, deep-fry, grill, stew...
It’s definitely not that she is greedy!
What to start with?
Tang Jia glanced at the tomatoes in the back garden and the potatoes ranked first on the star network interface, and his eyes lit up.
Even French fries, which are indispensable in Great Britain, known as a food desert, have to make their appearance in the interstellar age.
The first step, of course, is to make the tomato sauce.
Peel and slice the tomatoes, steam them and squeeze them into juice. Add salt, sugar, vinegar and other ingredients to the pot and simmer until thick. The simple version of tomato sauce is ready.
Before the delivery robot arrived, a group of interstellar people were fascinated by the ketchup, their nostrils twitching and their mouths watering.
If Tang Jia hadn't collected it quickly, it would have been eaten alive by these people.
Look, Tang Jia just went to pick up a package, but these people actually licked the bottom of the pot.
Don't think that she doesn't know just because they dumped the pot.
The red at the corners of the mouth is the evidence!
They are all big names in the industry!
That’s it?!
Tang Jia's mouth twitched, and he pretended not to see it and went on peeling potatoes.
When Tang Jia picked up the potato, Dr. Pine's mouth moved, as if he remembered something, and then he closed his mouth silently.
By the time Tang Jia finished peeling a potato and had no time to put it down, Dr. Pine rushed over.
He snatched the potato from Tang Jia's hand and started testing it. A green light flashed, and a mechanical sound of "pollution value 0" rang out. All the interstellar people present were stunned.
"How did you do that?"
Dr. Pine's voice was full of excitement and trembling.
Tang Jia's mouth twitched. He picked up the potato and the homemade knife and said lightly, "Just peel it!"
Don’t interstellar people know how to peel?
Soon, the potatoes and knife in Tang Jia's hands changed hands.
It's just that the interstellar people's knife skills are really bad. A potato the size of an ostrich egg will immediately become the size of a goose egg after passing through their hands.
Fortunately, after testing, the pollution values were all zero.
The group finally stopped going crazy and returned the potatoes and knife to her.
Taking into account the interstellar people's appetite, Tang Jia peeled the remaining three potatoes and cut them into three full bowls.
Pour half a pot of oil into the pot. When the oil temperature is 50% hot, put the potatoes in the pot and fry them. It only takes five minutes and a pot of fried potatoes will be ready.
Afraid that these interstellar people wouldn't be able to eat it, Tang Jia simply added an appropriate amount of ketchup, stirred it evenly, and served it to these "diners" who were eagerly waiting to be fed.
Before Tang Jia had time to share the chopsticks, half a basin of fried potatoes had gone into the stomachs of these interstellar people.
This group of interstellar people looked at the metal stick in Tang Jia's hand, and only then realized that it was a bit uncivilized and unhygienic to use it directly.
Tang Jia took a deep breath, turned around and fried another pot, specially filled a small bowl for himself, and demonstrated with metal chopsticks before passing the second pot of fried potatoes over.
The four "diners" looked at each other, washed their hands consciously, and tacitly deleted the memory of what had just happened. No one mentioned it again.
Afraid that the food would be too dry for them, Tang Jia cut a few slices of lemon, added a few spoons of sugar, and made them a simple version of lemonade.
The naive interstellar people drank with gusto, and there were even quite a few fried potatoes left in the bowl.
Fried potatoes don't taste good when they're cold.
Sun Nianhan looked at the distressed Tang Jia, then looked at the next door. He didn't know what he remembered, so he picked out the most beautiful one from Tang Jia's "masterpiece", sorted out the remaining fried potatoes, and walked out with the leftovers.
After a while, the social bully Ms. Sun Nianhan came back with her next-door neighbor and enthusiastically introduced Tang Jia to them.
Only then did Tang Jia realize that the hostess next door, Mrs. Benton, was actually a professor who graduated first in the Command Department of the First Military Academy of the Alliance and stayed on to teach at the school.
Tang Jia immediately understood Ms. Sun Nianhan's good intentions, greeted Mrs. Benton with a smile, and actively invited Mrs. Benton to dinner.
Anyway, if you feed one Taotie, you can also raise one more, it doesn’t matter.
If I could win Mrs. Benton's favor, wouldn't that mean I would have more friends and more opportunities?
Putting aside other things, just asking a question or something, considering the friendship we have, you shouldn't hide it, right?
Mrs. Benton wanted to be reserved, but when she smelled the fragrance floating in the air, she couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and agreed.
Having achieved her goal, Ms. Sun Nianhan secretly patted Tang Jia on the shoulder to show her appreciation.
Dr. Pine and Caleb Ryan, who had ulterior motives, suddenly experienced a flashback and returned to the doctor's studio to check the mental pollution value.
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