Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

Chapter 231 If you can’t do anything, just eat hot pot!

When Karl heard this, he lowered his head and asked respectfully.

"Brother Xia, what is the soul of cutting potato slices?"

"To tell you the truth, I have never eaten potatoes, so I would like you to tell me about the ritual."

His cautious attitude amused everyone.

Even Xia Zhihui couldn't help laughing.

"There's no ceremony. I just mean that the potato slices cut this way will be of the same thickness and taste the same when you eat them."

"If you switch to potatoes cut by ordinary people, even if they look similar, the thickness is actually a little different, and the taste is completely different."

"But we don't pay attention to these things. I'm just joking. As long as it tastes good, I don't have any objections."

Xia Zhihui took the casserole off the tabletop stove and placed it on the open space behind him.

He asked after taking out a large black iron pot and heating it.

"Is there any ventilation system in this room?"

Karl nodded.

"Yes, these are the basic facilities of the room, but I'm afraid they haven't been activated for a long time. I'm afraid of dust."

He pointed around the ceiling, where was the fresh air system for ventilation, all hidden under the cover of decoration.

This is the knowledge his grandfather once told him.

Dan Heng cut a piece of watermelon, handed it to the long-awaited March 7, raised his eyes and said.

"No, just open the door and leave it to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze came from nowhere in the room.

Karl quickly went over and opened the door.

Himeko put down the coffee cup in her hand and praised.

"After going to Luofu to relieve your knot, your control over the power of destiny has become even better."

Dan Heng nodded.

"Indeed."

Xia Zhihui suspended his hand in the pot, feeling the temperature in the pot.

It wasn't until the heat scorched his hands that he stopped and threw in some chopped dried chilies, peppercorns, star anise, cinnamon and other spices.

squeak--

The spices and hot oil are intertwined, and the hot oil tumbles instantly.

March 7 took two steps back in fear.

Xia Zhihui didn't look back.

"Don't worry, it won't explode. I've taken care of all the water."

He stirred constantly with a spatula to release the charming aroma of the spices. Then, he added two spoons of bean paste and stir-fried the red oil.

As the hot pot base gradually took on a beautiful reddish brown color, Xia Zhihui dipped his chopsticks into some of the base to taste, and then added an appropriate amount of salt and soy sauce.

As the aroma continued to increase, he took out another can of beer and poured it in, and the smoke suddenly rose.

Dan Heng looked down at the fruit, the knife in his hand kept moving, but the wind in the room increased a bit, blowing the oil smoke into the corridor.

Seeing that there was still some liquid on the beer can, March 7 took it out of curiosity and stuck out her little tongue to lick it.

"Well--"

"It tastes terrible!"

"Dan Heng! Juice!"

This guy can't drink, but he must try.

Dan Heng sighed, but still gave up the fruit salad in his hand and peeled three oranges for her and squeezed them into juice.

On March 7th, he raised his head and drank a glass of juice.

she asked with a sigh of relief.

"Why are you adding beer? Aren't you afraid it will affect the taste?"

"Beer can appropriately enhance the freshness and make the taste of hot pot base more mellow, and the alcohol will slowly evaporate with the high temperature, so it won't be intoxicating."

After stirring for a while and preparing the hot pot base for the red pot, he put the big iron pot behind him.

Seeing him take out another basin with an iron plate in the middle, Yue Qi said happily.

"Wow, we have to use three pots for one meal. We are so luxurious."

Star nodded, agreeing with her opinion.

Karl didn't know if it was luxurious to use three pots for a meal, so he could only nod along.

Who knew that Xia Zhihui rolled his eyes.

"There are six of us!"

"Eating hot pot is a decision I made just to save trouble."

"If it's a home-cooked meal, there's an iron pot for cooking, a casserole for soup, and a rice cooker for steaming rice. Or three pots?"

"And the hot pot base and soup base won't be used up this time. You just need to take them out and use them next time."

"Actually, stir-fry is the same, but I want something hot."

"It was windy last night, so the temperature didn't chill me, but I instinctively felt the temperature had cooled down."

March 7 raised his head and laughed.

"Hahahaha, so you were scared?"

With this unbridled laughter, Xia Zhihui could only glance at her sideways.

"Who was frightened into Diamond Star's bed?"

March 7's laughter stopped abruptly.

But Hoshi and Himeko's laughter had just begun.

The red soup and clear soup finally began to bubble under the continuous heating of the induction cooker.

Everyone has prepared their dipping dishes, even Carl.

Wu Mingke and his friends all chose the ingredients for the dipping dishes according to their own preferences.

Carl, on the other hand, added everything, and the dipping plate was almost full.

Don't ask, I just want to try it.

Several people also knew the reason, so they didn't try to persuade him.

After landing, they discovered that although the technology here was advanced, people's lives were not that good.

It is a very typical high-tech, low-life civilization.

Ji Zi has been exposed to many worlds, and most of them are exactly the same as this world. It is euphemistically called survival of the fittest, but in fact it is uneven distribution, causing wealth to accumulate towards the top, with the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.

But the gap between rich and poor in this world is strange.

Poor people in other worlds not only sell their internal organs for money, but also wear various old second-hand mechanical prostheses. In many cases, they even cannot afford to eat.

And people on the margins of this world, such as Karl, not only received primary education, but also had enough nutrients to grow up healthily.

It can only be said that different worlds have different characteristics.

Jizi looked at Karl, who was coaxed by several people and tried a mouthful of red soup, with a smile on his face but said nothing.

Several people added a little soup to the dipping dishes, then picked up the dishes and started adding vegetables.

March 7 picked up the colander excitedly.

"Add meat, add meat!"

"Xia Zhihui, can watermelon be cooked in red soup?"

Xia Zhihui was brushing his hairy belly. Hearing these words, he almost caught the ironed hairy belly.

"You are looking for death!"

"If you dare to boil watermelon in my red pot, I will add bitter melon to your juice!"

"Come on, we'll all die together."

In the end, March 7 gave up because Xing Meng dared to cook watermelon in red soup, so she went to get a single room.

On March 7, you can try adding bitter melon juice to the juice, but it is absolutely unacceptable for a person to sleep in a single room in such horrible weather.

It looks like a single room, but I don’t know how many people are actually there!

Maybe something crawled out from under the bed.

Under the various intrigues of the three people, the hot pot meal ended smoothly.

Xia Zhihui packed up everything with a wave of his hand.

Dan Heng closed his eyes, and the surrounding breeze swept the entire room and rushed into the corridor with the smell of hot pot.

After eating and drinking, Xinghe and March 7 took Danheng to play games on Xia Zhihui's bed.

Xia Zhihui and Ji Zi began to give Karl extra lessons.

Everyone was waiting silently for the sandstorm to pass.