The soft and sticky porridge runs down the throat and into the stomach, and the warmth and comfort that arises from the inside out make people sigh just to be satisfied.

However, it is too inconvenient to cook rice with a large iron pot and a wood stove.

There is no such stove in the cafeteria, Jian Yan can only look around, and then take a pot that looks similar to the pot where Tang Zhen cooks rice paste, but it is much bigger, pour the rice into it and add water to look at Tang Zhen.

"Uncle Tang, where can I cook this pot?"

Tang Zhen, who was busy watching her back and forth, finally couldn't hold back, "Why don't you crush your rice and cook it in the pot?" ”

"I cook rice, and why crush it if I don't cook the paste?"

Jian Yan was even more shocked than Tang Zhen, she explained, "Uncle Tang, rice cereal is only suitable for toothless elderly people and small babies who need to add complementary food to a few months old.

Adults, of course, are eating.

If you want to change the taste, you can eat porridge, and there are many ways to eat porridge. ”

"Why don't I cook you a pot of porridge?"

Tang Zhen, "··· Porridge can be had. ”

Rice···

Sorry, he couldn't imagine what the rice looked like.

After the empire entered a period of rapid development of stability and peace after the end of the war, the way of eating rice crushed and boiled into a paste has been finalized.

It's not like no one has tried to do it the other way.

But it didn't work out.

He also tried to cook rice that was said to be crystal clear and well-grained in an ancestral ancient book of the Tang family, and the result...

Don't mention it.

"Do you want to cook rice over a high or low heat?"

"I'll have to look at the size and temperature of the fire first."

So, Tang Zhen opened a burning furnace for her.

Jian Yan looked at the fire, stretched out her hand to feel the temperature again, and said that this thing called a burning furnace was similar to the natural gas of her time.

It's a hassle-free.

Put the pot on it and buckle the lid, Jian Yan turned around and took another pot to fill the rice and wash it, add water and put it on a burning stove and start cooking.

"That's it?"

"Hmm."

Jian Yan hummed and began to choose the ingredients again.

She took potatoes, cucumbers, water spinach, a dark purple round fruit that was said to be a little bitter, and began to pick meat dishes.

It's hard to pick meat dishes, because I don't know each other.

You need to ask questions one by one before you can make a decision.

In the end, Jian Yan picked a fish that was similar to a mandarin fish.

The fish is not a live fish, but it is fresh.

In short, they like to eat live fish, especially the kind that is eaten alive.

But the canteen doesn't have it, so it can only be used improvised.

She is very good at knives and handles the fish cleanly.

The sharp knife with a cold light was so fast that she could only see a shadow in her hand, and Tang Zhen and several other chefs who saw this scene were shocked.

One of the older men opened his mouth slightly, and said incredulously, "The little girl's skill in handling fish... High degree of professional proficiency. ”

He is good at making fish and also good at handling fish.

When it comes to knife work, he thinks he's not bad.

But compared to this little girl, he found that his knife work was a mess.

That's what the ancient books say.

That's what he said.

Jian Yan heard it and smiled, "You have a good reputation, where is my little insect carving skill, don't you dare to compare it with Ding Ding and Niu." ”

The little girl is quite modest.

Hearing her words, several people stopped talking, but concentrated on watching her handle the fish.

They are attentive, in short, more attentive than they are.

Her full attention was on the mandarin fish in her hand.

Shooting, chopping, cutting, and the speed is extremely fast, and the kung fu in the hands is dazzlingly fast, and the movements are skillful and confident.