In order to show his attitude, the old man Wumeng took away Lin Miao's bowl of seafood porridge on the table.

"Don't take it away, I" Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, he was glared back by Wumeng.

Well, do it yourself.

What's your best dish? Lin Miao tilted her head and thought, she seems to be quite good at it, hehe.

By the way, didn't you really want to eat pineapple rice just now, then do what you want to eat, anyway, even if you don't do it well, the old man finds out your own details, at most, it means that your cooking skills are not good, and there is nothing to lose.

Wumeng seemed to know what she was thinking, and coldly threw out a sentence, "If your cooking skills are too bad, I will tell you the details of Sù Yuejiao, and she will naturally find a way to deal with the person who deceived her." ”

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It seems that you can't make pineapple rice, so what should you do?

"What ingredients do you have here?" As the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. If I don't have good ingredients, the taste of my dishes will be greatly reduced, which is understandable. Lin Miao still had the last glimmer of hope, if there were no decent ingredients here in Wumeng, then he would have an excuse to shirk it.

"You come with me." Wumeng stood up, led Lin Miao, and continued along the tunnel, about a cup of tea, when he faintly heard the sound of water coming out.

How can there be the sound of water? Before Lin Miao could ask the question in his heart, he saw that the tunnel suddenly darkened, and they came outside.

Because it's late at night outside. So, in comparison, the outside of the tunnel is darker than the inside of the tunnel.

The place they came to. It is a deep pool, and on top of the deep pool, there is a large waterfall, which is flowing down from top to bottom.

The deep pool was very cold, and there was a faint cold air in the night, and Lin Miao stood next to it, only feeling cold to the bone marrow.

"Old man. What kind of place is this? Why is it so cold? Lin Miao couldn't help rubbing her hands and rubbing her arms, wanting to warm herself up.

"This is the Osan Cold Pool. The temperature is very low, making it a great place to store ingredients. With that, he turned ahead and entered a stone chamber.

Lin Miao also followed his steps and walked in.

Once inside. Plenty of ingredients. Lin Miao couldn't help but open her mouth wide. Oh, my God! How can there be so many ingredients here, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, you name it. Oh, my God! What is that? I even saw a whole cow! It's so extravagant, what a waste.

"How? Plenty of ingredients, right? Wumeng asked Lin Miao with a little pride, and it could be seen from his smug look that he was interested in this food pantry. Very satisfied.

"Are all the ingredients here for you?" Lin Miao thought it was incredible. If that's the case, it's too much of an exaggeration.

Umon shook his head, "Of course not, this is the ingredient library of the entire Osan dark cuisine world, and there will be fresh ingredients updated every day." I only came to this place at night, after everyone had fallen asleep, to get what I needed. ”

Lin Miao nodded, I said, if such a large food warehouse is only prepared for him alone, it will cost a lot of manpower and material resources. It was almost impossible for him not to be discovered by the people of the dark culinary world.

And he took advantage of the night when everyone was asleep to get it, basically no one would find out, even if he was discovered, with his current appearance, everyone would never know that he was the previous sect leader.

"Okay, you can pick whatever you want, have you figured out what to cook?" Umon stepped aside and moved Lin Miao to the front so that she could pick up the ingredients more easily.

Lin Miao shook his head unconsciously, with so many ingredients in front of him, he was dazzled for a while, and he really didn't know what to cook.

"Don't you know what you're best at?" Umon felt very strange, didn't he just make it clear? Cook her own best dishes. However, now she is shaking her head, does she mean that she doesn't have a good dish?

"Uh-no, I just don't know which one to do, hehehe." I hate it, why do you talk about your own thoughts, so that you can't get off the stage.

"A lot of good ones?" Wumeng looked at Lin Miao suspiciously.

"Uh-huh." Lin Miao nodded haphazardly, and as she walked forward, she carefully looked at the various ingredients.

"It's just that there's no such thing as a good thing." Umeng covers the coffin. Hmph, little girl, don't try to fool me.

Lin Miao felt that he had a black line on his face, okay, he wouldn't believe anything to him now. Only by coming up with a dish to conquer him will he change his opinion of himself.

Well? Wait, my master Grandpa Fan said that food is good for the stomach. For different people and different physiques, different dishes should be made according to their actual situation, so that on the one hand, they can meet each other's appetite. On the other hand, it is also more beneficial for his health.

Lin Miao turned his head and carefully observed Wumeng's face. He has been underground for a long time, and he must have been very cold and damp because he did not see the sun, and his eyes were blood-red, indicating that his false fire was rising. And the seafood noodles he made for himself were all extremely pungent seafood, which further illustrated that his cold was too heavy, and he wanted to use spicy to force out the dampness and cold in his body, but he never thought that this spicy was too violent, but it could not have the effect of driving away the cold and raising heat.

Thinking of this, and then looking at the cold sky outside in the middle of winter, Lin Miao's heart moved.

She took a large radish from the ingredients, a small piece of fresh lamb, and some flour.

Then he smiled and said to Umeng, "Okay, the ingredients are chosen." ”

"What are you going to do with these three? Is lamb stewed with turnips? Wumeng looked at her suspiciously, then at the flour in her hand, and shook his head, "Not really." ”

"Hehe, don't guess, when I make it, you'll know what it is, keep it a secret for the time being. Let's go back. Lin Miao urged.

It's not early now, I just ate a few bites of seafood porridge, and my stomach is not full, and I am very hungry. The night was deep, and the sleepiness was coming up, and it was really uncomfortable to be sleepy and hungry. I just want to quickly get rid of the old man in front of me and lie down early to sleep.

The two returned to the basement just now, and Wumeng picked up the stove and gave it to Lin Miao, while he stood aside and observed.

As the saying goes, as soon as you make a move, you will know if there is one.

Lin Miao stood by the stove, first mixed the flour with water, and then began to knead the dough. Her strength was even and powerful, and the dough was under her hands, constantly changing shape, and in a few moments it was smooth and slippery.

Next, she cut the lamb into small pieces, blanched it with hot water to remove the blood from it, and then added water and simmered.

"Huh? That's how your lamb is stewed? Wumeng couldn't help but remind that the mutton has a strong smell, and if you don't use other spices to suppress its own flavor, it will affect the taste very much.

Of course, Lin Miao knew what he meant, and she smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it won't affect the taste, I have my own measure." ”

As she spoke, she peeled the white radish and cut it into long, thin, slices of a good size.

"How can you cut this white radish like this?" Wumeng couldn't help but remind her that white radishes are usually cut into cubes, what is she doing when she cuts them into long slices? Nondescript.

Lin Miao still smiled lightly, this time he didn't answer him, and was busy with his own work.

Umon was bored with himself, so he closed his mouth and stood by and watched quietly.

After a while, the unique taste of mutton came out, Lin Miao opened the lid of the pot, sniffed it gently, then nodded, put the long thin slices of white radish into it, and then slightly added a thin salt, and stewed together.

After a while, the aroma in the air became stronger, and this time in addition to the smell of mutton, there was also the refreshing taste of white radish. Strangely, after adding white radish to stew, the smell of mutton does not seem to be as strong as before.

"Huh? The smell of mutton has faded, does this white radish have the effect of absorbing the smell? Umeng also noticed the change, and he couldn't help but ask.

Lin Miao nodded, "White radish and mutton are a classic pairing, in addition to it can neutralize the smell of mutton, white radish and mutton are both warm ingredients, which are very effective for gentle tonic." The two of them are paired together and have a very high nutritional value. ”

Wumeng nodded as if he didn't understand, he didn't quite understand the classic combination that Lin Miao said, and he didn't understand the warm ingredients and nutritional value or anything, he just felt that after putting in the white radish and stewing, the smell of mutton did become lighter.

"Oh, I see." After a long while, Wumeng suddenly realized and said, "The reason why you cut the white radish into long thin slices is to increase the amount of surface it adsorbs, right?" In this way, the smell can be absorbed more thoroughly. ”

Lin Miao smiled noncommittally.

Umon thought he had hit the point, and laughed smugly, "It's just a little cleverness." ”

Lin Miao lifted the lid of the pot again, and at this time, the mutton soup was already very rich, and the white radish had become translucent.

She nodded slightly, then picked up the kneaded dough in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and began to peel the noodles in the air. All she does is knife shaved noodles.

Umeng, on the other hand, was stunned by the sight before him, he had never seen such a method of making zuò noodles before. Before, noodles were either rolled out or pulled out, and he had never seen them cut directly on the dough with a knife.

What's even more peculiar is that the noodles she cut out are very similar in shape to the thin slices of white radish she just cut. After the slender falls into the pot, it becomes translucent as soon as it is cooked, and it is almost exactly the same as the white radish slices stewed before, and it is impossible to distinguish it from the naked eye.

After the knife-cut noodles are put into the pot, they are boiled several times and cooked thoroughly.

Lin Miao turned off the fire, put the slender and mutton soup into a bowl, and gently pushed it in front of Wumeng.

"Turnip and mutton knife shaved noodles, you can taste it."

"Gollum." Umeng swallowed and gently held the rim of the bowl with both hands. (To be continued......)