As the thick and bright sesame oil was poured into the pot, the original white soup turned into yellow with a reddish twist, and it also exuded a rich aroma.

There seemed to be some kind of chemical reaction with the taste of the fish soup, adding to the mystery and temptation, and Catherine could already feel a trace of saliva secreting from her mouth.

Looking at the rich dishes in front of her, Catherine was a little hesitant, she would drool after eating this.

Between good food and maintaining a perfect image, Catherine hesitates and finally chooses to believe in her son.

gave the little fat man an appreciative look, fixed the napkin for him, and then signaled that the maid could eat.

Looking at the scene of the mother's filial piety in front of him, on the big face of Campbell's butler standing behind him, the poker face that had not changed for thousands of years also showed signs of melting, revealing a gentle smile.

He instructed the maid to put the meat and vegetables into the hot pot in turn, and kept asking Phil's opinion during the process, and he was in a mess.

There are no chopsticks, which makes Phil feel a little regretful, even if he has it, I'm afraid Catherine won't use it, and it doesn't seem to be convenient for him to invent this thing.

Eating hot pot with a knife and fork seems to have created a certain precedent, but the picture looks very discordant.

At this time, Phil didn't know that on the same planet, on a distant gourd-shaped continent, there was such a group of people.

For thousands of years, they have stubbornly used two simple wooden sticks to complete three meals a day, and the wooden sticks fluttered and danced in their hands, vividly.

Otherwise, he may regret that he chose the wrong direction in the first place.

"The taste is not bad, although the spicy is not enough, but the fragrance is very strong, and the numbness is strong enough, 4 stars. ”

Phil judged as he pointed out the dishes that Blair had fished for himself to eat, and he ate with a small mouth.

Catherine felt that it was very harmonious at the moment, the harmony of fish and meat, the harmony of vegetables, and the harmony of this hot pot was even more excessive.

His fat son is a genius, and it took him 10 months of hard work to give birth to him, which is all his own credit and hard work.

Feeling the tremor of her lips and the stimulation of the explosion of her taste buds, Catherine went from initial suspicion to enjoyment at the moment, and in less than a quarter of an hour, she was conquered by the food in front of her.

Unlike the little fat man next to her, who gobbles up meat, she prefers vegetables and mushrooms.

Under the smoke and boiling of the soup, the originally slightly light vegetable leaves absorb the essence of the soup, which is more tender and full, and has a sweet aftertaste.

Catherine eats a little Sven, and the little fat man eats very vigorously.

However, Catherine did not criticize the little fat man's table manners for the first time, but wiped the corners of her son's mouth and face, a piece of oil.

Predictably, both of them can skip the staple food tonight.

Too underestimating Catherine and her own combat power, of course, mainly Catherine's, this is what Phil thinks at the moment.

On the front plate, most of the three slices of meat went into her stomach, while the vegetables and mushrooms were swept away by Catherine.

A thick layer of oil has floated on the yellow soup in front of me, shining in the light.

Touching his stomach, Phil stopped Catherine from trying to serve some more meat dishes.

motioned to the maid to remove the dining table and replace it with a pot of sweet and sour juice as a dessert.

Catherine, mother and son, supported each other and sat down on the sofa.

From Campbell's butler's point of view, the two moved in perfect unison.

Holding his stomach with his left hand, his right hand kept squeezing down his chest, and his back did not lean on the back of the sofa, but sat as straight as possible, and neither of them had the desire to speak for a while.

It wasn't until the sweet and sour juice went down that the mother and son had the motivation to speak, but their voices were not high, and they were weak.

"The taste is OK, it's the first time I've seen this way of eating. Catherine turned her head in embarrassment, not having the courage to look at her son, but her tone was quite affirmative.

"Then what do you old man put on his stomach? Do I want to have a little sister?" Looking at the arrogant appearance of the woman in front of him, Phil couldn't help but laugh.

Why sister?

After two more sips of hot drinks and suppressed the churning qi, Phil responded: "It's better for you to save face." If you feel that you still have the right appetite, you can eat it often in the future, you can change the taste, and prepare more seasonal vegetables, but today is still in a hurry. ”

Looking at Catherine's oily lips, Phil guessed that it might be swollen.

Perhaps thinking that her son's words were more acceptable, Catherine nodded in affirmation of the other party's words, greeted Grandma Bertha, and planned to go back to wash up and rest.

It's just that from beginning to end, he didn't respond positively to his son's gaze.

Looking at the back holding Grandma Bertha's hand and slowly walking to the second floor, Phil sighed and reaffirmed the view that the two worlds before and after, and the profession of the old lady are the same species.

Think about what else can be invented and transformed, vermicelli, fish balls, shrimp slippery?

At least you can get the real hot pot out, and the mandarin duck pot must have it.

It's a pity that the Ward people don't eat animal blood and internal organs, and they are violent and ruined.

He lowered his head and sniffed his body, a strong smell.

Eating hot pot is not good, every time I eat it completely, it is a taste, and even after a while, the toilet is this taste, which lasts for a long time.

And tonight's gorgeous handmade tablecloth is probably about to be retired, what a waste.

After a full burp, Phil hugged his stomach and hummed and walked to his room.

For the next few days, Phil spent time with his family's blacksmith.

The blacksmith was uneducated, he ...... No, but you can see the illustration.

The key is that the structure should be reasonable and practical.

The craftsmanship of the professional craftsman is really not covered, and after comprehending it, in just half a day, a nine-image thing was placed in front of Phil.

Looking at the smiling blacksmith, Phil happily rewarded him with a jar of sesame oil.

In the past few days, the balls made of fish balls, shrimp slippery and mashed sweet potatoes have been developed very smoothly, which has amazed Chef Mia and called her a genius.

His fat daughter finally has her own craft, and it is redundant to save herself from always being clumsy, and she is worried that she will be punished all day long.

Mia was really grateful to Phil at this time.

But how do you do vermicelli and vermicelli, in your previous life, you were an urban youth who stretched out your hands for clothes and opened your mouth for food, well, an ordinary person in middle age, I really don't know, and I have never cared about such a down-to-earth problem.

It is only known that the starch precipitated after grinding potatoes is used as raw material, and other processes and additives are not known.

Forget it, also leave professional issues to professionals, for example, Aunt Mia is a very suitable person.

Take your time, and Phil promises that anyone can participate, and as long as the research results are approved by him, the salary will be at least tripled.

Just kidding, solving the process of making vermicelli, how much food reserves can be increased every year, whether it is for the government or the army, it is definitely of great strategic significance.

Will he be like a certain predecessor who has crossed over, in exchange for a higher title for his family?

Phil was infinitely obscene, and he didn't notice the obscene expression on his face at all, so that the little maid Blair on the side was a little farther away from him.

In addition to the necessary daily study, Phil feels truly happy to be reincarnated as a rice worm at the moment.

Don't worry about rice, flour, oil and grain, when you are thirsty, someone squeezes the juice and sends it to your mouth, it is not the same every day, there are ready-made delicacies at any time when you are hungry, and even the bath is served by a special person.

Now that Lord Phil's face has been tempered very thickly, let this evil feudal habit continue to corrupt me for the rest of my life.

Hot pot has been invented for a month, and the tricks are changed every three or five times.

Malatang, boiled fish, strings of incense, spicy fragrant pot, sure enough, the appetite of women comrades in any world is strikingly similar.

Even Aunt Mia has rejuvenated the second spring of her career, in addition to fish balls and shrimp slippery, she also innovatively made chicken balls, mushroom balls and tofu skin.

That's right, although this world is similar to the West in the previous life, but it does have tofu, although that bean is green, and it is bigger.

No matter how good the food is, it will always get boring, and today Phil wants to eat something light, and it's good to have a rice noodle with meat sauce, and noodles are fine without rice noodles.

"What? The sesame oil is gone, is there a mistake?" Phil looked at Chef Mia across from him dumbfounded, his eyes full of suspicion, meaning to hurry up and hand over the private inventory, otherwise I will report you.