Lynn's dreams.

By the fire, a boy and a girl.

The space that belongs to the two of them, as well as the exclusive food, the two of them are together, and they have experienced certain things, which will always bring the two closer.

Looking at it from a distance, there seems to be some mood in it.

If you look closely, you will see that the atmosphere is a little wrong.

Linlin is waiting for an explanation, no matter what, you can't deceive yourself!

Although there is no tantrum and no aggressiveness, this calmness is more like the precedent of a storm.

Having said the past and explaining it clearly, maybe it's just a smile.

I can't explain it, hmph, think for myself.

Knife boy: "I didn't lie to you, this dish was indeed made yesterday, but it's not good now, there is no conflict here." ”

Linlin: "So, you want to tell me that you went to bed in the middle of cooking last night, so the meal was not good?"

Dao Boy: "I know what you mean, because many people don't know that the most important element of making a roast or soup dish is stuffiness. ”

"Stuffy?"

Daozai: "Many people like to cook with a simmer, what to take care of, and how to pinch the heat, it just sounds good." Boiling soup is the same, what simmers for seven hours, it's all. Many people have been cooking all their lives and have never thought of changing the way they do it.

He knew that his craftsmanship was not good, and he knew that he could not make that delicious taste. However, he did it every time, cooking it the same way, and then he said that he was not good at it. Isn't it a brain problem to know that it doesn't taste good, but to do it every time?"

Yo, it's not a small tone.

Daozai: "For example, in this dish, I first stir-fry the pork ribs and mushrooms with ginger and garlic. By the way, oil is also very important, I don't like rape flowers. Soybean oil or melon seed oil is more suitable. Stir-fry the ribs until they change color, then add the soy sauce and honey.

Continue to stir-fry for a short while, allowing the soy sauce and honey to dip each rib. Add cold water, spread over the ribs, cover and wait for boiling. The key point is that after boiling, do not remove the lid and remove the wood directly. Not a simmer, but not a fire.

The heat of the stove is still there, the heat in the lid is lingering, and the oil floating on the surface of the soup can lock in the temperature well. Even if there is no fire, the ingredients are still cooking inside. It will not be like many people think, removing wood without flames, it is eaten raw.

The fear of undercooking and diarrhea will be integrated into the food. The fear was obvious, and the whole dish was lost. It's just a vigorous fire, but it never turns off the fire. The whole dish is like being driven non-stop, without stopping the combination of movement and stillness. ”

Linlin didn't speak, just watched the knife boy tell, it seemed that with the early morning sun, the boy in front of him seemed to be a little charming.

It's not pride, it's not confidence, Linlin doesn't know how to describe this feeling, anyway, it's very comfortable, willing to listen to him.

Even if you don't need these things, you can't use them at all.

Knifeboy: "Back to our dish, we've boiled it once and removed the wood. Next, it's boring, it's waiting. Let the temperature in the pot gradually come down, and as the temperature drops, the ingredients will change subtly.

After two or three hours, we can make a fire again. When it comes to a boil, we add the potatoes and carrots and stir slightly. Cover again, remove the flame again, and let the ingredients suffocate again. There is no need to check, no need to anxiously cook the ingredients.

Wait, let time settle, and let the ingredients communicate slowly. There is no need to meddle, just like the reproduction of nature, it is endless. There is no need for humans to protect this and that, the dead will die, the living will live, and the dead wood will spring.

Let go and let the dishes take shape on their own. Just like life, many times the effort is just the fear of whipping, and the fear that it will become a mess after letting go. But there are a lot of things that you can't control, and letting it all work on its own will make it even more wonderful.

It's not me cooking, it's the ingredients themselves cooking, and I'm just allowing it to happen. We made these last night, and now, just bring to a boil, add a little salt, and we're ready to eat. Except for soy sauce and salt, I didn't put any seasoning, it was just the taste of the ingredients themselves.

Hey, it's so delicious that it explodes. ”

It's delicious enough to explode again?

This bad guy, is this only one sentence to describe?

Linlin smiled, smiled softly, and smiled softly.

Seeing the smile, the knife boy could no longer take his eyes off it, and could not continue to say anything. It seems that even if it's just the obscuration of the blink, even if it's just the sound of breathing, it's a kind of destruction of Linlin's smile.

I want to kiss it!

This feeling appeared in the hearts of the two at the same time.

I don't know if the knife boy had the urge to kiss, and then Linlin felt the feelings in the other party's heart?

Or, does Linlin herself want to kiss the knife boy?

However, the knife boy restrained himself, and the reason was very simple, men and women did not kiss. Moreover, he is unwilling to let the other party treat him as a disciple.

However, Linlin did not have these ideas. Or, perhaps, there are rituals in the mind, but animals understand better than humans after they become enlightened and incarnated that the so-called rituals are just artificially made up.

I like you, so I express my affection, what's wrong with that?

Do you have to ask the person I like to guess whether my words and deeds are expressing my liking, which is interesting?

A bunch of dead people, talking nonsense, writing shit they made up, fooling the living there.

Bah!

Linlin quickly kissed the knife boy on the cheek, very quickly.

But Daozi felt that this time seemed to be frozen, and it had not passed at all. The touch of the lips was always there, as if even if the sun exploded, the touch would not go away.

Linlin: "Hmph, bad guy, don't think too much, it's just a thank you for the meal...... But is it really that simple, you don't need any other seasonings, and you can be delicious?"

This topic is too blunt.

Fortunately, it boiled.

You can start eating.

Pork ribs, mushrooms, potatoes and carrots, the moment you lift the lid, the flavor comes out.

Linlin closed her eyes, enjoying the scents.

It smells really good.

It's not the tempting scent of a restaurant, but a natural smell.

It's not a fresh smell, and Linlin doesn't know how to describe it, but it smells very pleasant.

Hey, this bad guy really has a knack for cooking.

Linlin was about to eat, but was stopped by the knife.

"Before eating, you should know the name of the dish. ”

Linlin: "What's that?"

"That's where the final essence of the dish comes out. It's not food, it's food, a kind of cooking that the chef puts his heart and soul into the ingredients, and then sublimates the gratitude that is finally expressed through the food. This kind of care is not about carefully cutting the vegetables to ensure the size or carefully selecting them, but about the communication between me and the ingredients.

Many so-called chefs don't communicate with the ingredients at all when cooking, just cut them neatly, just look good on the plate, and just make the taste or color of the ingredients. Cooking that doesn't infuse emotions can only be called food.

Don't think it's mysterious, what communicates with ingredients. When you actually feel it, you know. For example, when I'm cutting tomatoes, I can feel it saying that it's delicious. Moreover, cooking is not a machine, and the digital way of cooking will only destroy ......"

Linlin: "Say the name!"

I'm dying of hunger, and I'm still talking nonsense here.

Bad guys are bad guys!

Dao Zai didn't care about being interrupted: "Hehe, the name of this dish is called, the color of the meat is multiplied by three." Potato yellow, carrot red, and mushroom black, paired with the ......"

Linlin: "Hello, the color of the meat is multiplied by three. ”

After saying that, Linlin began to eat.

Linlin was a little wolfing, and between swallowing, she looked at the knife boy next to her, and seemed to be really enjoying the dish.