Not surprisingly, Otilia, Antonieva, and Eyi's eyes turned in a circle of confusion, "Although I don't understand, it seems to be very powerful!" ”

Antoneva cupped his forehead, tried hard to digest the new concept, and finally chose to wisely ignore this knowledge point that was obviously seriously out of bounds, "That is to say, you can condense without using spiritual power...... Well, according to you, it's 'ordering' tofu? ”

"Hmm." Youmeng nodded, and shook her head again, "Not yet, because there is no salt brine." Besides, I'm not going to make tofu today. ”

I've never heard of what you're talking about. There are no high-level spirit books in the collection, where did you know that? 】

Hui Yi shook her head consciously and came back to her senses, her rose-colored eyes staring at Youmeng, and her little face was full of suspicion.

"Ahaha?! Isn't that weird......"

Youmeng blinked awkwardly, laughed dryly twice, and couldn't help but feel a chill behind her.

I almost forgot that there is another spirit person here who is at least a high-level or above.

- Could it be that the chemistry of this world is so weak, it has been suffered, and if it is exposed, it will be studied by slicing the soul?!

Touching the back of his head, a flash of inspiration flashed in Yumeng's mind, and he remembered a universal place, "That's right! Hawaii! Well, Hawaii! Actually, I don't know much about it, but when I was a kid in a place called Hawaii, some strange people taught me. ”

After looking at it, it is estimated that it will take a few minutes for the soy milk to fully boil, and there is obviously no way to quickly change the topic.

With his eyes rolling, Youmeng raised her fingers mysteriously with a mysterious face, "Guess what's in this world, what ingredients can guarantee a near-guaranteed profit?" ”

【Rice?】 】

"That's not right!"

"Fruits and vegetables?"

"That's not right!"

Antoneva crossed his arms and thought for a moment, and chuckled, "You don't want to say soy milk, do you?" ”

“Bingo!” Youmeng snapped her fingers, with an expression of amazement that you guessed, "It's soy milk and tofu!" Also, it is said that girls who sell tofu will become pretty! ”

After a pause, Youmeng brewed for a while, and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"Soybeans, to be exact. You see, soybeans are ground into soy milk, soy milk can be made into tofu if it can't be sold, tofu can be made into dried tofu when it is hard, it can become tofu brain when it is thin, it can become stinky tofu if it is stinky, and it can be made into tofu after a long time. ”

As she spoke, the salted fish girl's eyes flashed and she exaggerated her palm, "Think about it, this is simply the Golden Avenue to make a fortune!" ”

"Oh oh oh oh!! It's amazing! ”

Otilia, who had been silent and in a dead state, waved her hair, and finally heard something she could understand, and her brain was active again.

A bunch of little stars suddenly appeared in his eyes, looked at Youmeng with admiration, and nodded in agreement, "Youyou, although I don't understand it very well, I suddenly know how we can pay off our debts and make money." Let's grind the tofu and sell it! ”

【Grind tofu! Sell tofu! Having completely forgotten his position, Eyiyi also coaxed on the side.

Antoneva thought about it for a moment and shook his head, "Don't be too optimistic, at most make a little money." Once the method spreads, it is estimated that the tofu will not be sold at such a high price. ”

"Besides, that's all for later. First of all, we have to pass this challenge. You just said that today is not to make tofu or tofu brain, is there still an existence that can surpass the high-level spiritual power ingredients? ”

Puff puff~

Youmeng was about to answer, only to hear the four pots behind him start to make a violent boiling sound of water in turn, and the rich bean aroma accompanied by the light white water vapor permeated the kitchen - the cooked pulp was ready.

The girl's face was overjoyed, and she couldn't wait to turn around, and hurriedly pinched the edge of her apron to wrap her hands, and pinched the handle of the pot, trying to remove the iron pot from the stove.

"Whew~"

The next moment, a pitiful scream immediately rang out, and the reckless little salted fish quickly retracted his hand.

"Bang Bang, hot hot ......"

Youmeng pouted with tears in her eyes, blowing her scalded fingers.

The kitchenware of the other world is really too low-level, and there is no thermal insulation treatment, and the metal handle of the iron pot perfectly reflects what is called heat conduction.

"Youyu is such a stupid person, and I'm embarrassed to pretend to be familiar with the food. Okay, it doesn't hurt~"

A pair of slightly cool white hands gently closed on Youmeng's hands, Otilia lowered her head, her lips were close to Youmeng's fingertips, and gently exhaled a cool mist breath, calming their panicked salted fish chef.

"You reckless little salted fish, you actually stretched out your hand directly. You're going to take them down, and you're going to say it. ”

Antoneva rubbed Yumeng's head distressedly, laughed and cursed, and condensed his spiritual power with both hands to aim at the stove. His eyes froze slightly, his wrist was raised, and a pot floated steadily, floating steadily on the workbench beside him.

I was about to concoct the remaining three iron pots in the same way, but I found that the other three boiling iron pots had also fallen on the workbench at some point.

"Huh? Thank you? ”

Turning her head as if she had some feeling, the fiery haired Eiyi tilted her head playfully with her hands behind her back, and her eyes narrowed into a cute arc like a crescent moon. The white chef's hat on his head was waving and waving, obviously in a good mood.

【You're welcome O(∩_∩)O】

"So, what's next?" Antonieva nodded his head in thanks and asked without a response.

Turning her head, she saw that Youmeng was looking intently at Otilia who was helping her blow her fingers, Antoneva raised her voice a little, "Youmeng? ”

"Oh?! Yes, yes, next. Youmeng came back to her senses and glanced thoughtfully at the ice mist lingering on her fingertips, as well as the four iron pots that had just fallen on the stove against gravity.

I almost forgot that this was a different world, Youmeng secretly said in her heart, holding Otilia's hand with her backhand, "Ollie, if you do, can you just let the surface temperature of soy milk drop without affecting the bottom temperature?" ”

"Huh?" Otilia blinked her azure eyes curiously, and thought for a moment, "It should be okay, right?" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand slightly, and a layer of mirror-like ice mist appeared neatly in front of Youmeng.

Youmeng stretched out her hand and probed, a moist feeling came from her fingertips, and shook her head, "No, can you isolate the low temperature water vapor from sinking?" Then float a little above the liquid level of each pot. ”

"Yes, yes, if you change the bottom layer to ice crystals. Then the mist condensed above and cooled down with spiritual power......" Ottilia bit her finger and whispered to herself, her right hand carrying a layer of ice-blue spiritual power trajectory carefully adjusted in the ice mist.

As she spoke, Yumeng pointed to the lone one one hanging from the iron stand, "Ollie, can you please take the trouble to extract its water and condense it into ice crystals first, and then disintegrate?" ”

"Oh? Good. Otilia nodded blankly, and stepped forward to do so cautiously. But what's the use? ”

Youmeng picked up a pair of chopsticks, walked to the iron pot, and cautiously poked out.

"Of course—to witness a miracle!"