Happily humming a song, Mosilaire brought out the protagonist of tonight's dish from the cold storage - a fat and thin, firm old bacon.

Back in the kitchen, Mosilaire spun around with great interest, and danced a short classical dance, her ponytail strewn in a soft, bright black light in the kitchen light, and at last with her graceful movements made her look like a gentle and elegant aristocratic lady that could only be met at a grand ball—if only she had carried a greasy bacon that glittered in the orange glow of an incandescent lamp.

Mosilaire cut two and a half pounds from the seven-pound bacon, then tore a small little bit and stuffed it into the mouth of the little peanut who was squatting on the edge of the cutting board and shaking her head with the movements of her hands.

The rest of the bacon was re-hung by Mosilelle on the hook of the cold storage, and when she left, she did not forget to mercilessly pick up the kitten who tried to sneak into the cold storage from under her feet.

Washed her hands, Mosilele uses a kitchen knife to cut the bacon on the cutting board into long, thin strips, then pinches a small strip and puts it in her mouth to taste – she firmly believes that a good chef must fully understand the ingredients in his hands before cooking, otherwise the food he makes will be inferior and soulless.

The flavor of this bacon from the Rose Mountain tribe is not perfect, but the dry meat that is coarsely dried with some soy sauce and salt really tastes like a piece of wood that has fallen into a soy sauce tank - but it is meat at all, and it also has the unique charm of some dried meat products.

Mosilaire filled a large bowl of water and soaked the bacon in cold water to prolong its shelf life, so as to eliminate the large amount of salt crystals floating on the surface of the bacon, and prevent diners from being yelled at her with spoons to pay for compensation.

Naturally, before cooking, she scooped up two and a half pounds of rice and steamed it in a pot, so as not to forget it again when she was engaged in cooking, and finally made a big joke that there was only vegetables and no rice on the table—in fact, this kind of embarrassing thing happened to the careless Miss Mossilaire more than once.

Since there weren't many dishes to prepare today, Mosilaire didn't call Winnie and Anya to help, but repeatedly told the two energetic girls to be safe when they were playing and not to climb over the protective wall.

While the bacon was soaking, Mosilaire grabbed a handful of sweet potato vines that were still fresh under the low temperature preservation of the cold storage, and removed the leaves of these verdant sweet potato vines, leaving only their most tender stalks - there are still many sweet potato vines carefully selected and collected by the colonists from the ground a few days ago in the cold storage, but not very much, only about 20 catties, which are used as a delicious vegetable for everyone to eat on weekdays.

The cleaned sweet potato vines were set aside by her to be used later, and since the bacon would have to wait a little longer, Mosilaire used the ingredients at hand to make some spicy stir-fried cabbage, fried baby greens and other home-cooked dishes.

When more than half an hour had passed, and the pot on Mosilele's left hand side had begun to simmer with a mild aroma of rice, Moschelaire took the strips of bacon, which had been soaked in cold water and softened them, from the bowl and threw them into the wok with duck fat moistened bottom.

The bacon strips, which also carried a lot of moisture, were in close contact with the hot animal fat as soon as they entered the pot, and there was a crisp and unusually warm crackling sound between collisions, and the fragrance that was contained in the cold storage due to the low temperature was stimulated by the hot oil at the bottom of the pot, and the strong meat smell soon rose with the water vapor on the face, and went straight into her heart from Mosilaire's nose.

Mosileelle snorted greedily twice, shook the spatula and stir-fried these rattling, glossy strips of meat, then poured a small amount of cold water, and added a few spoonfuls of sugar, and when the bacon gradually deepened in color and changed from a childish, sometimes mixed with white light red to a more attractive crimson, Mosilere grabbed the sweet potato vine on the side and threw it in. Let these emerald green sweet potato vines cut into small pieces have a deeper tacit blend with the dried meat that has oozing some oil droplets at high temperatures, and promote the full-fat animal fat and the light-tasting plant rattan to complete a new soul sublimation under the influence of each other!

When the time came, Mosilaire, with a calm face, skimmed some chopped wild garlic leaves, adding an irresistible pungent taste to the rising aroma of the meat.

With a few crisp stir-fries, Chef Mosilele grabbed the handle of the pot, grabbed the spatula and poured the food into a large porcelain bowl that exudes a taste of the sensation.

The sweet potato rattan fried bacon is intertwined with red and green under the gentle lighting of the kitchen, and the meat slices and rattan that are about to fill the bowl are filled with a breathtaking aroma and charm - tonight's number one dish is done!

"Eh—it smells so good!" "Oh!"

There was a commotion at the door of the kitchen, and two lively little girls were standing in front of Mosilaire before she could react.

"Are you ready to eat?" Winnie, leaning against the table, looked at the bowl of fried bacon, her eyes moving on it.

"Sister Mosilaire is amazing!" Anya took Winnie's hand, her big eyes flickering at Mosilaire, as if expecting something.

"Well, it's ready to eat." Mosilaire wiped his hands, touched the heads of the two little girls who had made himself dirty, and then took some steaming fried bacon with his chopsticks, put it to his mouth and blew it, "—be careful of burning." ”

"Sigh——!" "Uh-huh!"

The two little gluttonous cats were obviously completely impressed by Chef Mo's craftsmanship, and their round faces chewing fried bacon showed a happy smile of satisfaction.

"Alright, let's call everyone for dinner—" As soon as Mosilele finished speaking, the two fellows ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, not knowing whether they heard the second half of Mosilelle's words.

"Hey! You two fools remember to wash the mud off your face and hands first! The anxious Mosilaire chased him out of the kitchen, but the two naughty children had long since disappeared, and it was hard to understand how there was so much energy in their little bodies.

"Ouch, it smells so good." Little Red Riding Hood, who walked into the restaurant with the old knife, sniffled, and a faint smile of pleasure unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Ahh

"Ahh The old knife who closed his eyes and concentrated on the delicious factor floating in the air finally held back only two words—for the first time in his life, he realized that choosing words and forming sentences was also a difficult technical task—which was really embarrassing.

"Let's eat—" Chef Mo brought the finale of the evening to the table with eager eyes, and handed out a few pairs of freshly sharpened chopsticks to the colonists—of course, Mosilaire also kindly handed clean knives and forks to Little Red Riding Hood and Anya, who had just joined the fringe colony and were rusty with chopsticks.

"Thank you—" Little Red Riding Hood and Anya excitedly took the cutlery from Miss Mosilaire—they were already a little impatient to be aroused by the delicious smell of the various dishes that permeated the restaurant.

In addition to the stir-fried bacon with sweet potato vines that shimmer in the light, there is also a plate of spicy stir-fried cabbage, a plate of vinegared cabbage, a small plate of fried greens, and a large bowl of sweet potato puree sprinkled with salt to enhance the sweetness.

Tonight's staple food is some rice full of rice pressed in a white porcelain bowl, these well-steamed rice grains are crystal clear, and the white and chubby body seems to be full of moisture and enthusiasm, and before you eat it, you seem to be able to taste the gentle aroma and tenderness of the rice - this kind of heat transmitted from the heavy rice in the hand to the palm of the hand makes people feel very down-to-earth--it's really good.

"It's all ready," said Mosilaire, pulling out the dining chair and sitting down, with a thoughtful expression. "What are you still doing? I don't remember giving you a strong tranquilizer. ”

"That's it, eat it!" Before he could say this, the greedy old knife had already put a large ball of salty and fragrant fried bacon in his bowl, mixed with some sweet potato vines and wild garlic leaves that were getting green under the fat.

Thanks to the wild garlic that was transplanted by Mosilaire a few months ago, they are often able to eat these fascinating spices in their meals.

"Ready to do it, ready to do it - I'm going to be eaten by the old knife later!" Bender was taken aback by the exaggerated movements of the old knife, and hurriedly reminded his partner to put off the chopsticks.

"Fox!" The old knife took a large mouthful of rice into his mouth, and stuffed some fragrant bacon into it, causing his pronunciation to sound a little blurred.

"Haha-" Miss Winnie, who was sitting next to Mosilelle, sneered, and sneered mercilessly at Grandpa Knife, "You look like a bat that has just been released from a cage and has been hungry for three days, Uncle Knife." ”

The old knife sitting across from her didn't have time to pay attention to the naughty little ghost, but just took time out of his busy schedule to roll his eyes at her - frankly, the old knife was not suitable for the action of rolling his eyes, because of his hairstyle and age, the roll of his eyes that he occasionally rolled out was not only not intimidating, but full of hilarious funny.

"Eat it, it won't taste good when it gets cold," Mosilaire winked playfully at Little Red Riding Hood and Anya, "I promise with Mr. Knife's thinning hair that these dishes will satisfy the appetites of you two girls." ”

The old knife, who was picking up the sweet and sour vinegared cabbage with chopsticks, first touched his explosive head with some concern, but found that his hair was still quite thick, and he thought that he should be able to last a few more years, so he put his heart down and continued to gobble up, showing a good appetite that did not fit his age.

"Hmm!"

The amused Little Red Riding Hood nodded, and with a cute smile, she first served some fried bacon and vegetables to the relatively small Anya in a clean empty bowl, and then she used chopsticks to clip some sweet potato vine fried bacon to herself.

The ruddy and crystal-like cooked bacon was placed on the plain white rice, and the sides of the similar meat strips were wrapped with a lot of light emerald rattan and dark green wild garlic leaves.

The strong aroma of bacon lingered with the lively smell of garlic, lingering on her nose and making her itch - especially since it had been a long time since they had eaten a meat dish.

Little Red Riding Hood, whose stomach began to scream, could no longer suppress her provoked appetite, and picked up a large ball of bacon and rice with her chopsticks, and slowly put it into her mouth.