Xiao Mo found that when a person's main need was to fill his stomach, he really couldn't think about too many other things.

At least that's how Xiao Mo is now. Xiao Mo is devoting himself to studying and cooking at the moment, although all he does is provide recipes and explain in detail what he knows about "Asgard cuisine", and the real chef is Xiaoya.

Xiao Mo's dilapidated little yard didn't have a full kitchen, let alone any useful knives. So after Xiao Mo came back from buying spices, he studied Asgard cuisine in Grandma Wang's kitchen. It was only during the research stage that Xiao Mo was allowed to enter the kitchen by Xiaoya.

Xiao Mo found that what people lacked most at this time was not hands-on ability, but imagination and creativity. It's because I can't think of it, so I can't do it, but once I have a method and know how to do it, it's no worse than the people of later generations. At least now Xiaoya cooks well.

Looking at Wang Zhiming, who was sitting on the side staring at the chicken in the pot and drooling, the corners of Xiao Mo's mouth grinned, but if he had the heart to look at Xiao Mo's expression, he seemed to be able to feel something called cunning. Of course, Wang Zhiming only has the iron pot in his eyes now.

After some tossing, the braised chicken nuggets in Xiao Mo's mouth were completed in Xiaoya's hands. It looks pretty good, but you don't see the red of the chili peppers, which is lighter than the reddish-brown color that comes out of seasoning with soy sauce. The aroma of stir-fried food is very strong.

Xiao Mo took a pot of braised chicken and put it in front of Wang Zhiming, making an obvious gesture of please. Wang Zhiming was already impatient, so he took a mouthful of saliva and picked up a piece of the chopstick, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

But in just a moment, his brows furrowed into Chuanzi, and he spit it out, and the old tears that stretched out his tongue were about to come out. yelled, "What is this? I couldn't believe it was Asgard food, it was so salty, and there was an indescribable smell that I couldn't even feel my tongue, and I just wanted to drink water now. ”

Seeing this, Xiao Mo knew that this first research on braised chicken had failed, so he threw a glass of water to Wang Zhiming and said, "Of course it's not Asgard food!" I don't know how to do it, but I can only remember how to do it, of course, I have to do it a few more times to be considered a fairy palace delicacy, and as for that pungent taste, it's a new seasoning, which I call spicy. It's definitely a seasoning you'll never forget, and it's one of the most important flavors in Asgard cuisine. This was a failure the first time, but it's okay, and there will always be a time when you succeed if you do it a few more times. Then you'll know what Asgard food tastes like. ”

"As for now, you can just take care of the food." Xiao Mo said this in his mouth, but he thought in his heart, don't be a fool when you try it for free. Wang Zhiming didn't know that he wanted to eat fairy palace food, but he was cheated by Xiao Mo and became an experimental guinea pig of Xiao Mo.

Wang Zhiming's brain seems to be different from ordinary people, Xiao Mo thinks so. Xiao Mo's words Wang Zhiming actually thought it was very reasonable, in his opinion, it was certain that it was difficult for ordinary people to make fairy palace food, as for Xiao Mo would not do it, it was inevitable. Wang Zhiming was excited and proud that Xiao Mo asked him to be in charge of eating, Wang Zhiming felt that he was the first person to eat Asgard food, what a thing worth boasting about.

It wasn't until he ate the strangely tasting Asgard food three times in a row that Wang Zhiming realized that something was wrong. Looking at Xiao Mo's expression, he became more and more suspicious. Finally, when Xiao Mo put a pot of braised chicken in front of Wang Zhiming for the fourth time, Wang Zhiming stopped doing it, and said to Xiao Mo: "Are you playing with me?" This is not Asgard cuisine! Young master, I won't eat it, you have to eat it yourself! ”

Xiao Mo didn't say anything, nodded, and in Wang Zhiming's surprised face, he picked up a piece of chicken thigh meat with another piece of chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth and ate it, which seemed to be good. Wang Zhiming immediately jumped up, grabbed a piece with his hand, didn't care if it was hot, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then Wang Zhiming seemed to be crying, and pointed at Xiao Mo with a very aggrieved look: "You lied to me!" You know how to cook Asgard food, but you trick me into eating something that tastes so weird! The old man never bullied me like this except to teach me a lesson. As he spoke, he occupied the basin to prevent others from touching it.

Xiao Mo looked at Wang Zhiming in front of him, and suddenly realized that this shameless and thick-skinned guy was just a sixteen-year-old child. It's not so troublesome to deal with children, Xiao Mo knocked on the table and said, "I really can't do it, but you think I'm stupid?" I've done it three times, and if I can't get it out, where will I put my face? If you don't eat it, take it! "I also added in my heart, it's not easy to deal with you!

Wang Zhiming hugged the basin tighter, puffed out his mouth and asked Xiao Mo, "You really didn't lie to me?" Seeing Xiao Mo nodding sincerely, Wang Zhiming obviously turned his bulging mouth into a smile, holding the basin in his hand and said, "Brother Xiao, you have studied it anyway, and this basin will be given to me." I haven't eaten anything so delicious, little brother, although I'm still a little unaccustomed to this spicy taste. Don't look at me, at most, at most you are allowed to eat another piece. ”

Xiao Mo pursed his lips, didn't even look at Wang Zhiming, and then went to study with Xiaoya again. Of course, Wang Zhiming seems to have become smarter, and no matter what kind of dish is presented to him next, he will definitely not try it more than three times.

Xiao Mo was also in a good mood, and finally made a few decent dishes. What's more, because Grandma Wang is dedicated to cultivation and is an old man again, she asked Xiaoya to make a home-cooked tofu, a vinegared cabbage, and an egg drop soup and sent it to the old man's house. When Xiao Y returned to the kitchen, he told Xiao Mo with excitement and pride that the old man was full of praise for eating.

Xiao Mo ate a meal satisfied, then carried a small basket of eggs and walked towards the well, fetched a bucket of water and washed the eggs. Xiaoya came over to help the young master, and Xiao Mo did not refuse, but he also resolutely did not let Xiaoya wash the eggs alone. Wang Zhiming, whose mouth was full of juice and his hands, saw it, and he came to help with an excited face. Don't look at him as a second-class and extremely shameless, but this egg washing still looks like that.

Eggs are called chickens at this time, and it is a luxury for ordinary people to eat once, and although they are not precious to the rich family, they are also something that can be put on the table. Xiao Mo washes eggs, nothing more than wanting to make tea eggs, simple and nutritious, the key is to taste good, just suitable for himself and Xiaoya to make up.

Tea is also extremely valuable at this time, mainly because most of it is wild, not much is artificially cultivated, and transportation is also difficult. Xiao Mo's tea eggs have been sought after, and Wang Zhiming has never stopped eating, I really don't know why this guy's digestion ability is so strong. Even Qingxiu's Grandma Wang ate two.

"Brother Xiao, I'm convinced today, you are simply a god, I only hate myself for only having a belly! If you want me to say, if you go to open a restaurant, all the restaurants in Luodu will have to get out of the way and do something else. Wang Zhiming touched his stomach, as if he was in pain and like a satisfied way.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention, but the intentional person is Xiaoya. As a little girl who can be said to be the new world's first chef, she seems to think that this thing is very reliable.