Chu Yanling warned Xiao Ci to establish majesty in the store, but in front of him, Xiao Ci's majesty was indeed pitiful.

Xiao Ci opened his mouth, found that he couldn't screw people, and was extremely angry, so he turned around and left.

Chu Yanling washed the barley and put it in a pot to cook with the rice. Then chop the yam, put it in, and cook it over high heat.

The world's first equipment is equipped with cutting-edge works of science and technology, and the functional options are very rich. But Chu Yanling looked at the rice cooker in front of him and couldn't help but think of the days of training.

Xiao Ci didn't know where to find such a place for him, it was very similar to a paradise.

The ingredients, spices, and methods are all in the most primitive state, such as never using electricity if you can use fire, and never using an iron pot if you can use a clay pot. The ingredients are all grown in the vegetable garden, and the ingredients are pitiful, but this is how the dishes are made, and the flavor of the ingredients themselves is best stimulated. It's like a jade mixed in a bunch of synthesis processes, opening people's dusty taste buds.

Pure, primitive, original intention.

This is what Chu Yanling learned over there, and even found an opportunity to cook all the dishes in that ancient book. The uncle over there was also very professional and patient, helping Chu Yanling break through the bottleneck in his cooking skills.

And after Chu Yanling returned to the first place in the world, he wondered if he could properly remodel the kitchen?

As a chef, Chu Yanling speaks with a conscience, and the world's best facilities are very good. It's just that if you have a new idea, you still need to change it.

There was a "poof" sound in the rice cooker, and Chu Yanling opened the pot, and found that the soup in the rice cooker had turned a sticky milky white, and the rice grains were tumbling in the soup one by one.

Cooking porridge is the simplest, but the heat is also the most important.

Chu Yanling turned the power to low and stood aside, watching the big bubbles tumble up. The rice slowly sank and bloomed, completing the transformation from hard to soft. The rice soup also slowly thickened, turning from light yarn to white clothes, enveloping the blooming rice grains.

soft, waxy-in-your-mouth rice; Slightly blanched thick rice soup; The delicate fragrance of yam is fused together to form an original bowl of yam porridge.

Chu Yanling controlled the heat, put the pot of porridge on the tray, and held it in the hall.

No one had taken the plates on the table yet, and a few clerks ate all the trimmings. I could only see a table of leftover soup.

Xiao Ciwo was watching TV on the sofa, holding his stomach with one hand, and frantically changing the station with the remote control in the other. Use actions to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Ci, come here." Chu Yanling put the porridge on the table.

Xiao Cixuan glanced at it with dignity, a little frustrated.

Before the words of refusal could be spoken, the cowherd said greedily: "What is this?" It tastes so good, why does it taste different from the previous dish? ”

The Weaver Girl also said, "Is there anything else?" ”

Chu Yanling glanced at Xiao Ci and shook his head: "It's all here." ”

The cowherd swallowed his saliva: "Store manager, don't you eat?" ”

Just now Xiao Ci said in the kitchen that he wouldn't drink porridge, and they all heard it!

If you don't eat it, you'll have a ghost!

Xiao Ci walked to the dining table in an arrow step, sat down, and glared: "Who said I won't drink?" ”

"You guys have eaten all the dishes, are you still going to rob me of porridge now?"

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Do I still have any dignity as a store manager?"

Hearing this, Chu Yanling raised her eyebrows.

But apart from him, the other clerks still took their dignity as a store manager very considerably.

Cowherd smiled and said: "What the store manager said is that the store manager uses it." ”

Bai Suzhen stretched: "I have to go back and take a shower." ”

The Weaver Girl also dragged the Cowherd away.

In the huge hall, only Chu Yanling and Xiao Ci were left.

Xiao Ci was really hungry, and he didn't care about it. Picked up the spoon and dug a few spoonfuls in his mouth, his movements were very fast, and the porridge was newly out of the pot, Xiao Ci was afraid that it would burn his mouth. I didn't expect the temperature of the porridge to be delicious, lukewarm and warm. The taste is soft and pleasant.

Xiao Ci didn't need to chew much, so he swallowed a mouthful of porridge.

He usually hates drinking porridge the most, he dislikes it for being too clear and bland, but he didn't expect the yam porridge made by Chu Yanling to be so delicious.

There is a pure aroma of rice, as well as the aroma of yam, which blends together.

Fragrant, pure, rustic.

He took several sips in a row and said vaguely, "It's quite delicious." ”

Chu Yanling: "Drink it!" ”