She then placed the iron pot on the stove and used flint and steel to create a flame and light the firewood.

Everything seems to be going well.

So, Dill was relieved to let the empty iron pot be boiled over the high heat, then turned around and began to find the ingredients she needed in the kitchen.

Open the cupboard next to it, and it is full of all kinds of ingredients.

Dill quickly found the hawthorn she needed from inside, and when she found it, she didn't immediately close the cabinet door.

Instead, he began to carefully examine the other ingredients inside.

Well? It was a green thing that looked like grass, and it seemed to be very fresh. The dill took out three or five sticks.

Hey? The red pepper looked very attractive. Dill grabbed another handful.

Huh? What is that bag of blue-brown powder, it seems to smell good. So I scooped a spoonful of dill.

......

In this way, more and more things are in the hands of dill.

Gradually, she couldn't hold it with both hands, so she took the plate next to her and continued to fill it.

After carefully choosing, Dill looked at the ingredients on the plate and nodded with satisfaction.

There are red and green, sweet and spicy......

Such a tacit combination makes people look pleasing to the eye, and it must not taste bad.

With this confidence in the confusion, Dill poured all the ingredients on a plate full of ingredients into the large iron pot.

Then stared at the big iron pot and waited for the hawthorn water.

Looking at it, she sensed that something was wrong.

Something seems to be missing?

Lack of water!

So she scooped a large scoop of water from the water tank, "banged", and poured it into the pot.

The temperature of the iron pot was very high, and as soon as cold water was poured into it, it immediately began to splash around.

Dill "poofed" stood far away, staring solemnly at the "restless" iron pot in the distance.

Fortunately, after a short period of effort, this kind of violent movement is reduced.

Dill approached the stove again, looked at the brown and black pot of water in the pot, and frowned slightly.

It seemed a little different from the hawthorn water she had seen before.

Those hawthorn water are all red, how can they make their own blackened tan?

Dill frowned and thought for a while, but didn't find anything wrong.

After all, operating the stove by yourself is exactly what the chef has demonstrated, and there is no problem with the ingredients chosen.

If you have to find out one reason, it is probably the different varieties of hawthorn?

Dill nodded secretly in her heart, it must be so.

The water that comes out of the red heart hawthorn is red.

And the one I chose should be the black-hearted hawthorn, so the water boiled out is brown-black.

The "hawthorn water" in the pot was still boiling, and the dill didn't know how to turn off the fire, so she simply picked up the big iron spoon and the big white bowl on the side, and scooped up the brown and black soup from the pot.

The cooks waiting at the kitchen door smelled the indescribable strange smell emanating from it, and the expressions on their faces were very complicated.

Then they saw their prince come out with a large bowl of black things.

As she passed by the cooks, she did not pause in her footsteps, nor did she have any intention of explaining.

Therefore, the cooks did not dare to speak, but silently mourned in their hearts for the person who was about to drink this bowl of soup.

"Try my craft," Dill pointed to the large bowl in front of her, and confidently proposed to the little emperor.

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