In the days that followed, Catherine seemed to have forgotten that there was such a thing, and kept silent.

Every time Phil cautiously tried, he always received a sharp and arrogant look that allowed him to comprehend the spirit on his own.

When I woke up from the muddy nightmare again, the weather was already a little cold, and the cries of the aquatic critters in the pond outside were almost inaudible.

Just as Phil was about to forget about it, Catherine threw a bag on the table.

When Phil opened it, he saw that the black seeds were more than half gone, and there were some more gray-brown seeds.

Met Phil's puzzled gaze, Catherine explained, "The black ones are the raw seeds, and the gray ones are the ripe seeds that are smoked over charcoal.

Neither of these two is poisonous except for drooling, but the lips and tongue will be paralyzed, and the roasted will be slightly lighter. Well, the priest of the temple also said that there would be no danger to health. ”

I really did the experiment, and I found an authoritative organization to certify it, but I don't know who to do the experiment, which is amazing to my mother.

Phil looked around, his searching gaze sweeping over the faces of Butler Campbell, Grandma Bertha, and even Catherine.

I didn't notice who has become a saliva monster in the past few days, could it have happened when I was asleep, and avoided me because of shyness?

The back kill came as promised, the familiar feel, the familiar strength, and the Phil was sobered up at once.

This has become Catherine's great demon King's passive skill, and even the reaction of his hand speed is faster than his head.

"What do you want, you still want me to eat grass?" Catherine glared, as if Phil had done something rebellious, and asked, "How are you going to eat it, and for whom?"

Sad, Phil sighed.

In the quest for truth, there has always been a lack of understanding and tolerance, but there is also no shortage of lonely pioneers.

Doesn't she know what kind of spark of wisdom it will bring to this backward continent if she succeeds, and how many ignorant people will be blessed?

His name will be engraved on the monument of human food science research, and will be sung and praised by hundreds of millions of people, just like those great scholars.

The little fat man couldn't contain his excitement, and his mind was full of the aroma of boiled fish, spicy tang and rice noodles with meat sauce, even if it was a low-profile version.

She didn't answer Catherine's question, and she didn't notice the danger that flashed in her eyes.

"Smack".

Filton felt like he was a lot calmer.

He tries to explain slowly, trying to avoid revealing the words of logic and giving the impression that he is born to know.

He played the role of a silly boy for most of his life, which had already broken Catherine's heart, but she didn't dare to let her know that her son was second-hand.

Then she may kill her relatives with her own hands, and then destroy herself.

Phil briefly explained his intentions and led Catherine to the kitchen.

It's useless to say more, it's more intuitive to do it.

Besides, with Catherine's cooking skills, even if she explains, I'm afraid she won't understand, which is the most important thing.

Aunt Mia saw the mistress and the young master driving to the kitchen together, standing in the head to greet her, followed by a large group of male and female servants, filling the kitchen door.

With a brief salute, Catherine sat down in a chair in the small lounge, her butt taking up only a third of the chair, where Mama Bertha had already placed a cushion.

She looked at her chubby son and raised her chin to signal that she could start.

Looking at the crowd, Phil felt a toothache, did the scene get a little bigger, and the old lady personally pressed the formation.

Are there so many people in your kitchen? Why didn't I notice it before?

Of course, it wasn't all Mia's men who mixed in with the crowd, at least half of them came from elsewhere to watch the excitement.

Standing in two neat rows, looking at his little master condescendingly, he didn't expect that the big man who was close to 2 meters would cause much psychological pressure to others.

Spit and spit out, Phil won't really have stage fright.

He handed the bag to Mia and asked her to separate the seeds by color and weigh them.

Ten of the gray ones and five of the black ones are served in more than ten identical small bowls.

Then let Mia boil the water and hot oil, and pour different amounts of boiling water and hot oil on the ten seeds, and the temperature of the oil should be different.

Everything in the kitchen is ready-made, and even if it is ready-made, it will take less than a few minutes.

Fifteen bowls and spoons are lined up on the table, giving it a mighty momentum.

Phil used some notes prepared in advance to mark the different amounts of water or oil on the sides of each bowl, as well as the temperature.

Catherine was holding the table with her hands a little bored, and she was muttering something to Mama Bertha.

When she saw her son's busy and orderly figure, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and a smile crept up the corners of her mouth.

If Phil had looked up at Catherine at this time, he would have found that the old lady was stunned at this time.

Also smiling was Campbell's butler standing under the porch, and it was already smart and clever for such a young child to be able to study a large book by himself.

But what is even more rare is that it is not something that can be explained by a clever person to arrange things so clearly and well-founded.

He was sincerely happy for Matthew, and he was also happy for Old Man Brad in Gokan City.

Maybe I should write a letter to the old man tonight and have two more drinks.

The rest of the melon-eating crowd, Mama Bertha didn't feel anything at all, she was still wiping the oil stains on the armrests of Catherine's chair, and several of Campbell's stewards on the periphery also nodded thoughtfully.

The strange illness of the only little boy in the family has long been famous, and the gossip has never stopped, and there is always a trace of haze in the hearts of those who help the family.

But today's incident, whether it succeeds or fails, is enough to make them raise their eyebrows when they are drunk and brag.

If Phil knew what was going on in everyone's hearts, he would definitely sweat profusely and be ashamed.

For the things that adults should take, but they are placed in a shell that is only 6 and a half years old, the huge contrast will inevitably cause many people to misunderstand and sigh, which is his temporary negligence.

But when he inadvertently looked up and saw the sparkle in Catherine's eyes, he paused for a moment, and then thoughtfully.

But he didn't plan to make up for anything, and continued to command, but he was more calm.

All the experiments were carried out in an orderly manner, and when there was an occasional problem, Phil immediately pointed out accordingly.

"Zila"

Soon, as the hot oil was poured into the bowl, bursts of aroma wafted in the air inside and outside the small lounge, and everyone present couldn't help but sniff.

The source of the fragrance is, of course, a row of small bowls on the table that are being tested, and the formal inspection begins.

Taking advantage of the heat of the oil and water, Phil bent down and approached, fanning his little hands and smelling them one by one.

Then use the small spoon on the side of each bowl to dip slightly in different shades of liquid, blow cool, and then use the tip of your tongue to lick a little of the attached liquid into your mouth and savor it.

Sure enough, it was not beyond Phil's expectations, and the smell of the bowls of boiling water was very faint, and if you didn't get closer, you couldn't smell anything at all, just like the original seeds.

The taste of the bowl that can be filled with hot oil is also different.

Phil focused his inspection on the bowls drenched in hot oil and tasted them over and over again in a few of the key objectives.

Of the seeds drenched in hot oil, the black raw seeds smelled the least, but they were quite irritating to taste, and the tip of Phil's tongue was numb and he lost consciousness instantly.

It wasn't until I rinsed the camel milk prepared in advance several times that the numbness in my mouth was relieved.

Dry, ripe grey seeds roasted over charcoal have the exact opposite.

Before you get closer, you can smell the rich fragrance coming to your nose, and the tingling sensation on the tip of your tongue is much lighter than that of black seeds, and the higher the oil temperature, the greater the fragrance.

However, the gray seeds ground into powder form emit a faint mushy smell at higher oil temperatures, and the obvious effect is not ideal.

Phil probed for a long time, and finally pointed to two of them, and asked to add twice as much hot oil, and the hotter the better.

Mia's movements are very sharp, pointing where to hit, clean and neat.

As soon as Phil's words fell, the hot oil in the two bowls suddenly rose a notch.

"Hiss~" As the hot oil poured down, the bowl boiled violently again, the gray seeds tumbled in the hot oil, and a richer flavor was steaming with a white gas.

Phil swapped out two clean spoons and was ready to taste them again, but he found that he was frustrated by the fact that his tongue had become numb as he tried more and more.