Hiccup", she stood in the kitchen, eating too much, causing her stomach to rise. Busy back and forth, washing and scrubbing, more than half an hour, finally, washed the boiling kettle that had not been used for a long time.

Place the arc-shaped smooth metal kettle on the self-gas gas, and open the silver-white metal gate above, and the water flow with the thickness of the little finger does a free fall motion and falls vertically into the kettle.

When the sensor sensitively senses that the water exceeds two-thirds of the boiling kettle, it automatically cuts off the flow and closes it. Since the gas is turned on, the whole process is done in one go, and she does not need to operate it at all.

There is a temperature control instrument on the stove, when the temperature reaches 100°C, the on/off valve will automatically disconnect and extinguish the gas gas.

There is also a round frosted metal pot on the side, with a diameter of about 30 centimeters, and a handle of 20 centimeters, just enough to let go.

The cloud demon waited for the kettle to boil the boiling water, and the waiting time was used to study the metal pot.

The good taste of the meat wings makes her think about the deliciousness. In an easy-to-understand sentence, nutrients can no longer satisfy her pursuit of food.

It had been ten or twenty minutes since she had returned from the inn to the house, and when she had finished destroying the last meat wing she had received from her uncle, and her belly was round and she had returned to the bed at home, it was still hard for her to imagine.

After just two minutes of walking around the house, I remembered the sound of "hiccups".

This pot should be boiled with oil first, then drained, and finally beaten with gauze before it can be used normally.

Yun Xiaoyou searched for the few memories of this in her head, and after a while, she was willing to drip two drops of golden oil and put them into the pot.

Just these two drops made her grin in distress, which shows that the preciousness of this oil is not ordinary. Just for this ten-milliliter bottle of essential oil, she signed an unequal treaty with her little uncle for half a month to wash herbs.

Now, when it is used to purify this pot, it really tastes like a violent thing.

However, fortunately, the effect is really good and excellent, which makes her feel comforted in her heart.

"A drop of oil, ten miles of incense. It turned out that Uncle Xiao really wasn't joking with her. Yun Xiaoyou sniffed and muttered.

"Meow meow. Xiao Hei's cat meow sounded, and Yun Xiaoyou adjusted the fire to extinguish, "Xiao Hei, have you also smelled the aroma in the pot?"

She continued to hold the gauze and rubbed it inside the pot, which was not very hot, but it was getting brighter and brighter. Yun Xiaoyou's heart is happy, and if you dry it overnight, you can use it tomorrow.

"Meow meow. ”

"Hey. I said yes, Blackie. "Yun Xiaoyou and Xiao Hei, two people who don't understand the language, are talking to the same cat.

"The water is boiling, the water is boiling. Yun Xiaoyou ran from the draining pot to the boiling kettle area next to it, holding the handle of the boiling kettle in one hand and the porcelain cup in the other, "Pour water, Xiao Hei, go farther away, be careful to splash." ”

"Meow. Xiao Hei bowed and slipped out of the kitchen neatly. The cloud demon looked at its vigilant appearance and laughed.

Carefully rinse the porcelain cup, add a small pinch of light brown foam mixed with ginseng, tangerine peel and hawthorn to the bottom of the cup, and then carefully pour boiling water.

I took the transparent glass cylindrical stirring stick on the side, stirred clockwise, and followed her strength, the foam floated from the bottom of the cup, and rotated into an inverted cone in a circle, and it was quickly even.

Putting down the stirring stick, Yun Xiaoyou took the porcelain cup in her hand, and the moisture that came out of the mouth of the cup came out, she suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, the sour and astringent taste made the taste shortened, and the indescribable taste was full.

The whole person felt a lot more comfortable, walked out of the kitchen comfortably, sat on the sofa, and Yun Xiaoyou took out the basic recipe he got from his little uncle and read it carefully.

On the side, Xiao Hei was scraping the energy bar with black paws on the sofa. The tail wagged and wagged, leisurely and wanton, the beard at the corner of his mouth curled up and cocked, and a meow that the cloud demon couldn't understand came out of his throat.

According to the basic recipes, stir-frying can also help improve manual and control skills, and refine hand strength.

Compared with the seemingly ethereal use of divine power, this body coordination training can be said to be tangible and visible.

After an hour or so of flavouring, she got up from the couch and re-entered the kitchen.

The pot on the stove was shining, shining, even a little dazzling, and you could inadvertently see the small pieces of light flickering.

Two fist-sized bamboo shoots are pulled out of the space inside the body and placed in a vegetable basket on top of the drip faucet. Carefully observe the texture of the bamboo shoots, the turquoise shell, layer by layer, quite a bit of dragon scales.

The water vapor came out, and the cloud demon quickly turned the simmer to a minimum, brushed and brushed, while observing the spoonful of water poured into the pot, he put the lid of the pot on the top of the pot, and then took out the bamboo shoots that were wet with water droplets from the basket and held them in his hands.

This weight was not light, and her hand sank violently, dropping two or three centimeters raw.

Yun Xiaoyou took out a knife, the metallic luster flickered, and the cold light floated over the back of the knife, calming down, holding her breath, she slashed at the top of the bamboo shoot shell.

There was a loud bang, the shell of the bamboo shoot and the heart of the bamboo shoot decomposed, and she said complacently, "It seems that I am quite talented." He hummed a little tune that didn't know the tune.

"I peel the bamboo shoot skin first, then peel the bamboo shoot skin again, Lang Li Gelang,...... Peel and peel and peel the skin of two bamboo shoots. Lalala~ Happy washing the tender bamboo shoots!"

The water kept bubbling, and Yun Xiaoyou stopped humming at random, moved his steps, put two washed large bamboo shoots into the boiling water, and then turned up the simmer a little more, and covered the pot.

The boiling sound of the water decreases from the humming sound and returns to calm. Yun Xiaoyou stood on the edge of the stove and rebrewed a cup of hot boiled water from the boiling kettle to strengthen the stomach and spleen.

A glass of water on the stomach. The boiling water in the pot where the bamboo shoots were boiling began to emit white gas again, and a steaming song was sung.

After five minutes of boiling water, she scooped up the two bamboo shoots and put them back into the water drop basket.

The knife has passed under the water, holding the bamboo shoot in the left hand and the knife in the right hand, and cutting the large bamboo shoot into a parallelogram block one by one.

"It's white inside, green on the edge, and when I stir-fry, steam, and drown, it's delicious." "Haha, Yun Xiaoyou let out a syllabic laugh, a big bamboo shoot has been peeled, and the strength in his hand is on cutting the bamboo shoot.

Pain, she bared her teeth and looked at the basket full of bamboo shoots, and the satisfaction in her heart was self-evident.

She drains the water from the pot, heats it until it is red, adds essential oil the size of a fingernail, and puts the drained bamboo shoots into the pot.

"It smells so good. ”

The little demon snorted and carefully stirred in the pot with a spatula. The fragrance of bamboo shoots, mixed with the unique scent of essential oils, spreads from the kitchen.

"Meow", Xiao Hei scurried from the sofa to the kitchen, and walked around her legs.

With the movements of her hands, her divine consciousness continued to roam the pot, and the fresh bamboo shoots were even greener under her frying.

"Ding Ding Dong, Ding Ding Dong"

"It's the doorbell ringing. Yun Xiaoyou put down the shovel, lifted the lid of the pot, and put the bamboo shoots into the prepared clean plate. Three or two steps to the door, opposite the neighbor.

"What's the scent in your house?" asked Yi Yang, dressed in old-fashioned clothes and with conspicuous yellow hair.

"Can you smell it?" asked Yun Xiaoyou, his eyes full of curiosity. In the dead of night, neighbor Yiyang knocked on her door because of the fragrance in her house.

It's just that. This seems a little too incredible, not to mention the layers of protection, and the wall-to-wall blocking.

"Are you talented?" said Yun Xiaoyou, as he placed the cooked plate with fried bamboo shoots on the table.

Yi Yang waited for it, sat politely on the sofa, looked at the clear green flakes, took the chopsticks she handed over, and said, "This piece is the culprit of Xiangzhen's first floor." ”