"Everybody come here." Ilan summoned the students to the open field in front of the woods, "This time everyone found flowers and leaves, and it is usually easiest to cut them into pieces and boil them in water to make soups. The fruit in my hand is peeled and cut into thin slices, and the soup is also cooked, and everyone watches me demonstrate it before doing it themselves. ”

Ilan quickly boiled the flower fruit under the watchful eyes of the students, and then ordered the students who had the ingredients to do it themselves, and the other students watched.

More than a dozen people squatted in the open space, making a fire and making soup, the elite is an elite after all, and they are usually so flexible in operating mechas, and they are not clumsy at this time, and they have watched Yilan's demonstration, and they have all done a good job.

Ilan didn't bother to mention the size of their heat, they didn't learn how to cook, they learned how to cook the ingredients. Whether it is delicious or not is not considered to be within the scope of consideration, for the students, the safety of the ingredients can be swallowed has already achieved the goal, and the details of cooking skills are too much, but it will confuse the original intention of the training, if they have the opportunity to do it a few more times, they will naturally and slowly have an experience.

"Almost, each of you has seasonings in your backpack, read the flavor description on it clearly, taste the original flavor of the soup first, and then choose some seasonings to put in according to your liking, if you are not sure, put less first. I tried to eat as much as I could, but I couldn't eat it and explained the reason to me. Also, give me some for each person," Elantra adds, "and try to keep it as little as possible." ”

The expressions of the students were a little strange, the instructor was disgusted with their craftsmanship, but at this time they were all curious, this was the first time in their lives that they had made their own food. All a little can't wait to taste it.

The onlookers kept their faces calm, but they may be holding their breath in their hearts, after all, there is a big difference between eating and not eating.

Ilan leisurely fished out his arrowflower. Take out the seasoning and sprinkle it for a while, use the knife and fork together, mix a bowl for yourself for a while, and keep the soup for later use. Then she paced up to the cadets and began to taste their craft.

She looked at one-third of the vegetable leaf soup in the student's bowl, and immediately ordered, "It's too much, I only need one leaf." Less soup. ”

"Yes, Instructor." The student deliberately restrained his expression, but there was nervousness and excitement in his eyes. I endured it first, and waited for the instructor to taste the first bite and give an evaluation, and Ilan asked him to serve less again, which made him quite frustrated. However, the mecha elites are used to being serious when they train. The face did not reveal the slightest loss.

Ilan took a small sip, glanced at the man meaningfully, and said, "Not bad." This is a little against his will, but for the first time, he found the ingredients and cooked them by himself, and if he ate them, he could ensure that he would not have diarrhea, so he could afford to be good, and the instructor should give generous encouragement when appropriate, and he could not easily discourage the enthusiasm of the students.

Then everyone got a "good" review. It's really that Ilan can't go against his heart anymore, and he can't find any other beautiful words to describe the craftsmanship of the students. The only thing that makes Ilan happy is. Everyone boiled the ingredients thoroughly, and the amount was not much, and they gave Yilan a little, so she could be sure that these guys didn't need to ask Xue Xu to save them when they went back after eating.

There are all kinds of weird and peculiar tastes, in fact, Yilan thinks in his heart that the original flavor may be better to swallow, although the clear soup is less watery, and the wild ingredients are not processed well, but they are just washed and boiled directly, which may have a little astringency and bitterness, but it can occupy the pure natural fragrance.

Now after these grass leaves have been boldly tried and decisively added to the seasonings by the students, Yilan has been greatly wronged from taste buds to stomach. She couldn't spit it out in one gulp, and she had to comfort and encourage the students seriously, so she even suffered a little grievance.

Therefore, when she walked to the gorse soup bowl and tasted it with a drum in her heart, she actually had a feeling that her eyes lit up. Gorse floats in the bowl one by one, the petals show a light green and white transparent color after boiling, the soup is slightly sticky and slippery, the flowers originally have a very comfortable fragrance, and the fragrance is more mellow after cooking. What's even more commendable is that the student added sweetener to it, not only did not destroy the fragrance of gorse, but also complemented each other, sweet and fragrant, very in line with Yilan's taste, Yilan's expression was immediately much more relaxed, looked at the student twice, and gave a "very good" comment, which is a sincere compliment.

The student was calm and calm, but there was a slight smile in his eyes. Ilan is not a good teacher at the moment, and general encouragement and practical praise can still make others feel clearly and clearly.

Ilan muttered in her heart that it was rare for a big man to eat sweets, and took the entire bowl of gorse in his hand and poured it into her yaka fruit soup.

Originally, the soup cooked by the arrowflower fruit was sweet, and she was going to taste the skills of the students, and then use the arrowflower fruit soup to clear her mouth and press the taste, which was mixed with the gorse soup, and the taste was better after a little cooling, and it could be drunk as a delicious drink.

Ilan thinks that this student may have some talent in cooking, at least he has an orthodox taste and will not make good ingredients taste good. Therefore, she reciprocated the favor and gave the students a small bowl of soup she had concocted.

"Compare that." Ilan lifted his chin and didn't say much.

"Yes, Instructor." The trainee respectfully agreed, glanced at the bottom of the bowl, and gave the instructor a third of the clear and colorless bowl of soup, and exchanged it for a small pool of red soup that could not cover the bottom of the bowl.

Another person who was fortunate enough to obtain the qualification to compete with the instructor's craft was the student who helped Yilan pick the arrowhead fruit, and he boiled the other half of the arrowhead fruit. Because like the ingredients of Elan, his processing methods are all better than Elan, and even the thickness of the slices is imitated. The only difference is that his seasoning is not the same as Elan.

He saw that Yilan put a lot of seasonings, and the mecha elite was originally bold, and there was nothing he didn't dare to try, so he also boldly blended several seasonings into the soup according to his own preferences, and actually made a sour and spicy taste, but unfortunately the proportion was not accurate, and the amount was sufficient, so he didn't know it yet, and looked at Yilan expectantly, and gave an evaluation after she tasted the first bite.

This student's seasoning is placed directly in the soup, and the soup boiled out of the yaka fruit is dark purple, and it is still dark purple after adding the seasoning. After Ilan took a sip, the tip of his tongue was extremely spicy, hot and hot, as if a pinch of fire had been lit, and the sides of his tongue and cheeks seemed to be bubbling with sour water.

Of course, she remembered the instructor's etiquette, and quickly swallowed that bite instead of squirting it out. Then the fire swept directly into the throat and fell to the heart, but the two jaws were so sour that they couldn't stop secreting saliva. It's like a boiling lava lake has suddenly been placed in Elan's mouth, and he can feel the fever on his face.

It's true that she likes spicy food, and she also likes sour and spicy, but for many years, she has either eaten the dishes she has made or eaten the dishes made by her colleagues, and everyone is a qualified chef, and she has never made such an outrageous taste, so Ilan has not been tempered much in terms of spicy tolerance. This bite has far exceeded her understanding of sour and spicy.

As soon as the students were done, they saw their instructor blushing, and stood in place for two minutes of silence before squeezing out two words: "Not bad." ”

Yilan turned her head and walked calmly to the place where she made a fire to make soup, picked up the soup bowl, scooped several spoonfuls and drank it, if it weren't for the students watching, she wanted to pour it directly into the bowl.

In this way, all the students could see that there was something wrong with the bite she had tasted earlier, and no matter how slow she was walking and drinking the soup, she was full of eagerness, not to mention that her red face itself spoke for itself.

Everyone looked into the student's bowl, and even the student stared nervously at his bowl, for fear of harming the instructor. (To be continued.) )