Yevre, who was immersed in panic, couldn't help but shudder, trembling for his foodie future.

Suddenly, Yevre carefully studied the previous bloodline information carefully.

It seems that it only mentions that you can increase your proficiency with food, but it is not limited to the way you must rely on eating food, it seems that you can try making food, or watch food, and see the progress of your skill in the exercises.

Thinking of this, Yevre jerked his head up and looked directly at Ziopra like a torch.

"What are you going to do, don't look at me with such strange eyes!"

After contacting the servant, Ceophra, who was just looking up, suddenly came to his mind with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Nothing, I'll talk about it later!"

Yevre also realized that something was wrong, and quickly withdrew his look of pity.

"Ziophra, aren't you ready for the ingredients, then prepare the kitchen utensils. I'm going to cook a big meal to comfort everyone, and it can be regarded as a celebration of the breakthrough. ”

"Oh, that's it! ”

Ziophra was not unlucky, took out the contact crystal, and continued to instruct the servant.

"You guy, it seems that you have really preliminarily introduced the "Heaven and Earth Flood Furnace Chapter", which is really impressive. ”

Lias, who had been immersed in thought, suddenly flew close to Yevre, and his compound eyes shone as if he had seen a rare treasure.

That burning gaze was just like the greedy attention to the bloodline of the little cowardly demon after breaking the seal.

"Work hard to cultivate, it's not a dream to break through to the Heavenly Rank. Moreover, in the future, you will be the meat shield of our trio, and the defense power and super magic resistance obtained from the cultivation of the "Heaven and Earth Flood Furnace Chapter" will definitely shine. ”

Jevre raised his bright green eyes and looked calmly at Lias, who was talking. The bottom of my heart has long been boiling.

All of a sudden, from support to meat shield, what is it going to do?

Could this be the end of my failure to worship the power behind the scenes every day?

No, you have to do an offensive exercise at the same time.

Well, that's right! When I was flipping through it just now, I saw a course called "Leaving No Trace". Although the grade is a little lower, it is quite suitable for my own taste.

Chefs, you should use knives.

Although what kind of swordsmanship can be handsome for a lifetime, but if you think about it carefully, swordsmanship can be said to be learned from scratch, without the help of blood, I don't know how much energy it will take.

It's still easy to get started with knife skills, after all, your own fast and brilliant basic kitchen cutting knife work is not in vain.

"Lias, in fact, what I want to learn most is the sacrificial words, but I was sent away by you at will, and you actually want my small body to be used as a meat shield for you, and your conscience is eaten by dogs?"

"Hehe! Here you go, you can't learn it, so you just die. Don't talk about this topic, you plan to do something later, don't be hot pot again, the old three or something. I'm looking forward to your new work. ”

Lias's eyes flickered, and he made a 360-degree turn to tear away the embarrassing topic.

"Well, it's up to Chiophra. When his ingredients arrive, I can decide what to make. After that, you can go to the ingredient market to buy some special ingredients and make a good meal. ”

Just as Lias was about to speak, a dozen hunched Hercules' servants carried a large number of things and silently came to the empty corner of the training hall.

Under Ziopra's methodical instructions, the kitchenware that was exactly the same as the previous basement hall quickly appeared in Yevre's eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the Mighty Demon Servant Door disappeared without a word.

During the whole placement process, there was no sound.

I really don't know how Ziophra is a ** servant on weekdays, he is very skilled!

Jevre quickly approached, carefully examining the various ingredients, as well as utensils and spices.

Looking at the five similar Peak Rank Realm muscles, as well as several commonly used vegetables, Yevre quickly flipped through the recipes in his mind.

It only took a few tens of seconds for Jevre to settle on the menu.

Dry-steamed braised pork deservedly becomes the first choice, and the slices of fried pork with green onions cannot be left behind.

Then continue to have a back pot of meat, and it will almost be alive.

When it comes to cooking, Yevre is resolute and does it immediately.

Nearly 300 pounds of unknown pork belly, fat and thin, slowly cut into fist-sized cubes.

There is no way, it has only been not long since I broke through the early stage of the knife entry level, and I still can't master the strength proficiently.

If you still remember to show off your knife skills at will, I'm afraid that today's menu will add a braised cowardly finger.

The remaining 100 pounds of tender, lean meat that is as tender as the tenderloin is slowly cut into thin slices of uneven thickness.

It took almost twenty minutes to process just more than 400 pounds of meat, not even a third of the normal speed.

However, looking at Yevre's appearance of carefully controlling the knife, Lias, who was accustomed to it, gave full understanding.

After throwing the lump of pork belly needed to return to the pot into the unboiled water, and adding an appropriate amount of seasoning packets, Yevre concentrated on processing the braised pork.

The water rotated rapidly, quickly cleaned up the pork belly with blood flowing, drained the water slightly, and put it straight into the hot hot oil pan, and slowly soaked and fried the skin side down.

After seeing that the skin of the meat was glowing with a golden color, and some of the fat in the pork belly was forced out, it was quickly cooked.

Carefully brush the boiled viscous syrup with a thin layer on the pork belly, put it in a soup pot filled with marinade, and slowly simmer over low heat.

This pot marinade is also an otherworldly version, but a mash-up product with salt, green onions, ginger, garlic, a few deodorized spices and plenty of chili peppers.

However, because Yevre deliberately injected some "super emphasis flavors", the mixed aroma that permeates the surroundings has far surpassed the ordinary marinade in his hometown.

Take a closer look, and the wonderful taste is as good as the treasure of some town stores that claim to be a century-old halo.

It takes a long time to marinate on low heat, and the pork belly in the soup pot is far from being medium cooked.

Yevre could only get rid of the slices of fried pork with green onions, which didn't take much time.

Looking at the otherworldly green onions that looked like cabbage, Yevre shook his head, really a little crying and laughing.

The people of my hometown who don't know the inside story probably won't think that it is a fried pork slice with green onions, but a hand-torn cabbage, or Hainan's oily coconut vegetables.

Add a few more scorching flame crystals, pour cold oil into the hot pan, and quickly stir-fry the minced ginger and garlic, then stir-fry the oily and smooth tender meat slices back and forth evenly.

After the meat slices change color quickly in the hot fire, they will methodically pour in the cabbage-like green onions, take the opportunity to inject the "super emphasis seasoning", and turn the wok back and forth a few times, accompanied by the hot zila sound, a simple and test of the heat of the green onion fried pork slices, it will be baked steadily.

Jevre took the opportunity to steal his mouth and seriously savor his new dish.

The rich flavor of green onions hits the mouth in an instant, and the smooth and tender meat slices almost melt in the mouth, and you don't even need to chew it.

This is due to the tenderness of the unknown muscles themselves, and on the other hand, the knife work of Jevre.

Although the cutting is slow, the sharp shock chopping knife quietly and silently makes the already extremely thin meat slice soft by the shock.

That's why it has a melt-in-your-mouth taste.

When the slices of meat slide into the esophagus, a unique sweetness surrounds the tip of the tongue and lingers on the aftertaste.

The talent of "super emphasis on flavoring" is really magical, and it has raised the ordinary level of fried pork slices with green onions to a sufficient level.

"You taste this first, otherwise it will be cold for a while, and you will lose some taste. ”

Yevre looked up at a drooling Jevre and a curious Ziophra. With a wave of his hand, he chased flies and signaled that he was gone.

Not paying attention to the two of them, and not being affected by the sound of smashing their mouths, Yevre looked at the pork belly that was almost nine ripe, and quickly scooped it up, put it aside, and waited for it to cool down a little.

Pour out most of the soup in the soup pot, place a wooden partition on it, close the lid, and slowly cut the pork belly that is still hot.

Fortunately, I don't know if it's the psychological effect of improving strength, or the effect of the introduction to "Heaven and Earth Flood Furnace", the pork belly with a temperature of no less than 90 degrees just makes Yevre feel warm.

It took more than ten minutes to barely cut the fist-sized pork belly into thick and even.

Turning around, he scooped up the flavored marinated pork belly and brushed the skin with a thick layer of golden viscous syrup.

The cold light flickered with a chopping knife, deeply cut a few knives horizontally and vertically on the meat skin, and only after it became a nine-square grid that was nearly half deep, did he mercifully let go of the marinated pork belly.

Lift the lid of the soup pot, stack it one by one on the wooden partition, cover the pot with a bright lid, and steam it over a high fire.

Looking back at Yevre and Ziopra, who were still gobbling up, he smiled knowingly, and continued to be busy stir-frying the fake back pot meat without Pixian bean paste.

After a while, when the tempting aroma of meat and the spicy aroma that irritated the stomach permeated the surroundings, a plate of steaming, steaming white smoke was served in front of the two of them.

No way, since the addition of "super emphasis on flavoring" in terms of color and flavor, Yevre has reached the level of a first-class chef as long as he seriously cooks a la carte.

Picking up the chopsticks that were as smooth as jade but made of unknown material that Ziophra had carefully prepared, Yevre was ready to try his handiwork.

Suddenly, something strange came to mind.

Stopping his chopsticks and freezing his right hand directly in the air, Yevre beckoned to the scarlet notebook.

Eyes moved directly to the bottom of the home page, and the "1 in 10,000" that was eye-catching before has become "13 in 10,000".

Thirteen, how did this come about?

Unexpectedly, Yevre felt that he had to take care of it.

Even if making delicious food can increase the proficiency of the exercises, the total number of ingredients used just now is about 500 pounds, and if you extrapolate from the previous situation that 50 pounds is a proficiency, it will not be right.

It should be eleven in ten thousand, not thirteen.

I really can't figure out how this proficiency is calculated.

Forget it, fill your stomach first, and then study slowly when you're full.

Yevre, whose strength has suddenly increased by leaps and bounds, and even his appearance has changed a little, can now be described as hungry, where does he care about anything else.

If you are strong, you won't eat?

If you have a heaven-level exercise to practice, and your lifespan may be as high as thousands of years, don't you need to fill your stomach?

It's not an immortal cultivator who can open up the valley and breathe a little northwest wind to make a living for a long time.

The sky is big, and the belly is the biggest.

This is the truest idea of a chef and a foodie.

As soon as he pushed away the chopsticks that Lias had reached out in front of him, he roared and devoured it.

As for Lias's unwilling muttering, he didn't hear it.

The spicy flavor of the pork in the pot, mixed with the sweetness of the fried pork slices with green onions, alternates back and forth on the tip of the tongue, which makes Yevre eat with a sense of happiness.

That feeling is like returning to the food stall at two o'clock in the morning, skewering with his left hand, drinking cold beer with his right hand, and bragging with his companions from time to time.

Before you know it, Jevre's chopsticks are missing.

With wide green eyes, looking at the empty plate, and touching the still deflated stomach with little fun, Yevre shook his head slightly, and got up to check the progress of the dry steamed braised pork.

As for Lias's expectant twinkle in his eyes, and Ziophra's little tongue quietly licking his red lips, Yevre really didn't see it at all.

A bunch of foodies know that they are waiting to eat, and they don't come to help, even if they serve plates!

It's really an uncle, and I'm convinced.