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A bowl of salty porridge, two dried fish, half a boiled egg, and when the little boy brought everyone's food into the house, there was no heat in the bowl.

Louis looked at the salty porridge in his hand.

It's not so much porridge as paste, boiled in a mixture of wheat flour and bran, mixed with a handful of hardy vegetables such as aphroflora root, field mustard greens, feilian, yellow onions, and some messily chopped minced pork.

It looks hearty, but most of the vegetables are not good because of their high acid content, and the minced meat does not look at the knife work, and you can feel a fishy smell just by smelling the smell, not to mention the flour particles due to uneven mixing and the slight burnt smell caused by improper fire control.

In the mouth, astringent, sour, salty, and fishy poured in together, although there were not many vegetables, the taste was not shocking, and the quality of the flour itself was not bad, but the taste was still very strange.

Louie's eyebrows unconsciously wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

On the other hand, everyone drank at least two bowls of batter, except for the big Hangail, who only ate one bowl of batter.

In such a cold place, maintaining physical strength is the most important thing, and as for deliciousness, what is it, eating is to survive.

Louis suddenly looked at these people thoughtfully, and felt his gaze, and the people looked at him unkindly.

......

Sleepless nights.

Even if I still stuff food into my stomach, my stomach has been empty for two days after all, and when it comes to night, the hunger and cold are like maggots attached to the bones, which is really unbearable.

Dinner in this era should have been the most sumptuous, but that little thing was simply not enough, and with the strange taste potion he had drunk before, Louie's stomach was now churning like a dangling bucket.

For a chef who never gets tired of eating, a meal is so uncomfortable that he tosses and turns, and still can't sleep.

Louis simply stood up.

The other boy in the room seemed to be woken up by him, and suddenly sat down on the bed, looking at him sleepily.

Louis said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little hungry. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party woke up completely, looked at him for a moment, as if he knew something, got out of bed and ran out.

Louis was puzzled, he slowly lifted his legs, although he was still a little struggling, but the heat flow in his body seemed to have spread to his legs, and it was no problem to walk a few steps.

He walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen is connected to another side door to the utility room, which was originally a corner passage leading to the staircase, which was later opened into a kitchenette with kitchenware, cooking utensils and cutlery.

The tunnel was not ventilated, and there used to be a three-inch-wide crack under the stone wall, which Gail had simply poked and sealed with leather, which was used as a smoke vent when cooking.

Near the smoke vent were three bundles of firewood, two baskets of wicker baskets for vegetables, salt, salted fish, eggs, etc., two large scoops for cutlery, two and a half buckets of thawed water, and a clay jar with finely ground flour.

These are tomorrow's meals, which are usually placed here first so that the little boy can get up early to cook, while some of the reserves are in the cellar, and the keys are kept by Cathy.

At this time, the little boy was busy boiling water and porridge for him.

Louis didn't expect the other party to be so innocent, and said gently: "Thank you, let me come." ”

Are you coming?

The little boy looked at him strangely.

Louis looked at the ingredients seriously, nothing could be as familiar to him as food, his mind seemed to have his own system, all the ingredients' attributes, molecular structures, combinations and combinations were counted in an instant, and he reached out at the same time and twisted the flour in the mud jar.

The flour is packed in a sack in a mud jar, and the outside is some moisture-proof fine sand, and there are three small packets inside, all of which have been ground, not only barley flour, mustard flour, but also some rare high-gluten white barley.

The ingredients were very clean.

The flour yield of white wheat is very high, the flour has a faint wheat aroma and sweet aroma, the powder is light yellow, a little clean bran remains, and the color is very warm.

The most important thing is that although this world is backward, the food like wheat, which was born and evolved in the Stone Civilization, is truly natural and harmless.

This most primitive stone grinding material is much purer than those crops irrigated with pesticides and mechanized treatment in the previous life, and ordinary chefs can't ask for it, and for him, he can show his superb skills.

What's next?

A top chef should know how to give full play to the characteristics of the ingredients themselves, and make the most suitable and suitable food according to different environments and conditions.

He's already in the know.

Bread and biscuits need to be baked with a lot of firewood, and the smoke vent, although a stove is barely built with stone bricks, is too basic.

The soil in the middle of the stone bricks is rammed loosely, which cannot form a closed furnace, and it is difficult to meet the needs of high temperature and long-lasting heating.

And his hand is still the same, and in his brain, all kinds of pasta reserves are extremely rich, and there is no need to be limited by bread and bread cakes and the like.

High-quality wheat with high elasticity and hardness is not suitable for making bread, but it is very suitable for making a well-known delicacy at home and abroad.

That's ramen.

Ramen is a traditional Chinese delicacy, also known as throwing noodles and pulling noodles, originating in Fukuyama, with a wide variety, unique taste, exquisite taste, and strong production technology.

He has been making noodles with his parents since he was a child, and he has extraordinary skills, and has the ultimate experience, and he is comfortable with how to mix noodles, slip strips, and dispense.

Real food requires beautiful design and care on thin ice, and in this regard, he has a focus and tenacity that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and this is the spirit of ramen.

In this cold place, there is no better delicacy.

However, there is one most important thing to make a truly strong and refreshing ramen, and he looked at the little boy.

......

Gail was lying on the bed, shivering from the cold, and he secretly bought a burnt bear paw on Sunset Boulevard, but now it seems that the bear paw must not be clean, not only does it smell of scorch, but now his stomach is throbbing.

"Damn, a bunch of profiteers!" he scolded.

Leo, who was in the same room, frowned and ignored it.

But Gale couldn't stand it, and his stomach was so bad and cold that it made his stomach cramp for a while.

"Did you hear anything?" said an uncomfortable Gail.

Leo was alert, but in the middle of the day, apart from the snoring of the mercenaries next door, there was only the occasional howl of the wind in Sunset City.

He just thought Gail was crazy and went back to sleep.

Gail always felt as if he heard the sound of pouring water, but for a moment it fell silent, as if it were an illusion.

"Damn, it's so hard!" he scolded again, "It's colder at night than during the day, and it's so cold that I can't sleep at all!"

He screamed, tossing and turning on the bed, making the leather grinding sound creaking from time to time.

Leo felt the urge to pinch him to death.

......

Louis found something good.

Thawed water wrapped in a bucket of hides.

The water is very cold and clear, with a hint of sweetness and a virgin fragrance.

This is no ordinary water, but glacial water that has been sequestered for at least 10,000 years!

The water quality is excellent, the sound is like a bell, and there is a natural coldness and purity.

No wonder the water was so cold, but those mercenaries couldn't help but be thirsty from time to time, and they were so cold that their whole bodies were shivering, and he felt puzzled after seeing it a few times.

With such water, the icing on the cake.

The little boy panted and ran back through the back door, and under Louis's gaze, a few limestone-like grains spread out in his hand in surprise.

Ash crystals.

Louis smiled.

The most important thing about ramen is here.