Chapter 147: Wen Si Tofu (3) (Five Watches)

In fact, everyone needs to use soul power to judge the taste of the dish when cooking, as well as the degree of cooked, etc., but everyone's situation is different, and the amount of soul power used is different, resulting in the taste of the dish is different. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

It's just that in this world, cultivators don't pay attention to the taste of the dishes at all, and only pay attention to the number of attribute factors in them.

Therefore, when Xia Ami was at Xiahou's house, she felt that those dishes were particularly unpalatable, and when she was cooking, her soul power increased again.

With her first experience, Xia Ami knew that the difference between cooking here and ordinary cooking lies in the difference in cooking methods, so this time, she chose the soul power she is good at as a cooking tool.

The soul power is probed, and the unswollen beans are directly kneaded into powder, and then filtered in water to sift out impurities to obtain a milky white liquid.

Beside him, a fire attribute contestant who had just reached the sixth stage of cultivation of the illusionist, because it was the first time to refine tofu, in the process of grinding the beans, the temperature of the fire was too high, and the beans were directly burned into black charcoal, the second time was a little better, but he could not escape the fate of black charcoal, and now he was the third time, and he was much more careful than the previous second time.

Qinglian's gaze stayed on her for a moment, then she picked up a pen in her hand and wrote something on the roster, and then she looked at the next Cai Sai person and took notes.

Upstairs, Ye Xiuhe said to the bald old man: "This person's cultivation of the sixth stage of the illusionist is certainly good, but he has never worked the details, and it is already a fluke to be able to pass the first level." ”

The bald old man, that is, Elder Tu, nodded, "Opportunistic, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make great achievements in the future!" ”

He is an advisor and elder of the Royal Society of Demon Chefs, and because of his drinking and good temper, people call him Elder Tu, but no one remembers his real name.

He squinted, and the words suddenly changed, and said, "Alas, I said Lao Ye, if that girl wins the game, you are interested in taking her as an apprentice?" I think she's pretty talented. ”

Ye Xiuhe shook his head, "This girl has a lot to do with the Liuyun Sect, I don't want to shed this troubled water." Cast his eyes on the girl who looked like an old monk in meditation, "Moreover, this girl, at a young age, has such attainments in the kitchen, I am afraid that the person behind Ping is more terrible than you and me." ”

His words made Elder Tu stunned. When I first saw Xia Ami, there was a dragon clan by her side, and then when she didn't know the rules of the magic kitchen at all, she completed the second-grade egg fried rice that can only be completed by the second-grade magic kitchen in one fell swoop, which is also too weird, but if it is like what Ye Xiuhe said, then this weirdness can also make sense.

With a smile, Elder Tu said, "I hope she doesn't have a master, such a good seedling, if she can be absorbed into the association, it will also be a good thing." ”

The conversation here does not know that Xia Ami has finished her tofu and is now undergoing the final procedure, which is to cut the tofu with a jumping knife.

I saw her holding a knife in one hand and taking out the white and tender tofu from the container with the other, because the container is small, the soy milk has only been treated with water control, it is not compacted, it is extremely tender, and it will break if you are not careful.

Quickly remove the burrs of the tofu, beat the whole piece of tofu into small pieces three centimeters thick, put it on the cutting board, and then jump the knife like a shadow, quickly slice, people who stand far away can only see a knife light, and people who stand close can only hear the subtle sound of a knife cutting on the cutting board.

This hand cannot be practiced without fourteen or fifteen years of skill.