In the backyard kitchen, Susie worriedly spooned the soup in the pot, brought it to her mouth, and tasted it carefully.

Burst!

As soon as the soup was in her mouth, she had already spit it out, and not only that, but she also rushed over and rinsed a few mouthfuls of water.

Raising her hand to wipe the water stains from the corners of her lips, Susie looked unwilling.

Why is it that they are all the same condiments, the same techniques, and the same order, and the soup made by others is full of aroma, but hers is this kind of uningeavorous.

The maid standing on the side lowered her face and took a soft breath.

"Your Highness, why don't you try to make porridge? …… Comparatively, it's simpler. ”

Susie turned her face sideways and glanced at the maid.

"Simple?"

The maid nodded, "Yes." Just add water, add rice, and boil until cooked. ”

"This is simple, then this is this." Susie immediately came to the spirit.

From the initial super meal that ruined Mu's back kitchen, to a stir-fry that almost burned half of his hair, and then degenerated into a bowl of soup...... Now, Susie has lowered her requirements to a low level, as long as she can make a bowl of porridge, she is satisfied.

So, wash the rice, add water, and put it in the pot.

Under the guidance of the maid, holding the porridge in the pot with a spoon, Susie couldn't help but humbly ask for advice.

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's it, as long as you don't let the rice stick to the bottom of the pot, and then simmer until the rice is ripe and the soup is thick."

This one is much simpler.

Susie nodded, "You go and keep an eye on me, and let me know when the young priest returns." ”

"Yes!" The maid agreed, turned around and walked to the kitchen door, walked to the door, and stopped, "Your Highness, can you?" ”

Susie gave her a sharp roll of the eyes, "You're underestimating me too much, no problem, go ahead!" ”

"Remember, little ignition." The maid admonished again.

"Wait." Susie suddenly remembered something, "That...... How long does it take to boil it to be cooked? ”

"This ......" sentence, the maid also asked, cooking is completely based on feelings, how to determine the specific time, "It's really not good, you can taste it, as long as the rice is cooked, it's good!" ”

"yes, why didn't I think about it." Susie waved her hand at this, "Go and go." ”

The maid left, and Susie squatted by the stove, adding firewood to the stove one by one.

That guy Mu definitely wouldn't know that she could cook, hum, even Zitong wouldn't do this kind of thing, and that guy would definitely be surprised when he saw the hot porridge she served.

Fantasizing while lighting the fire, Susie's face was also full of smiles.

Looking for the porridge in the pot again, she looked at the soup that had been opened, and took a spoonful out with some anxiety and tasted it.

The rice is still hard!

So, cook again.

After a while, I tasted it again.

The outer layer is soft, but the inside is still hard, so pour out the porridge in the spoon and continue.

……

Outside the kitchen, night is falling.

Finally, the kitchen was already filled with the smell of porridge.

Raising her hand to wipe her face, Susie got up again, took a spoonful of porridge from the pot, and brought it to her mouth.

This time, the rice finally rotten, but it doesn't seem to be sticky at all!

The clear soup with little water is too unusual, so why is the porridge made by others sticky.

Is there something wrong?

Susie stood up with her arms folded and circled the stove several times.

Her eyes touched the leftover flour from when she was learning pastry, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right!"