Although this result had been expected, Martin felt a little frustrated when the result did appear in front of him.

There is no problem with his technique, but the problem is the lack of ingredients and the incompleteness of condiments.

"Sure enough, it's still too dependent on condiments..."

He thought to himself.

The failure of this dish means that other dishes are likely to fail as well, after all, there are very few side dishes and condiments required for sautéed shredded potatoes.

He fell into a brief moment of confusion.

"Shredding potatoes is a novelty idea, and I can tell you that you added oil to fry them, but the taste is a little bland."

"I once ate a fried potato strip at a restaurant in the East End, and it was crispy on the outside and very tasty."

"The name of the restaurant is 'Fish and Chip Shop', and they eat these potatoes with fried fish, and the business is so good that they have even been awarded the Order of the Order of the Crown for it."

"I heard that fried fish is a food brought by foreigners, and they soak cheap cod meat in a batter dipped in dark beer, and then wrap it in breadcrumbs and fry it again, and the crispy taste makes me want to eat it again every time I think about it."

The young man pursed his lips and fell into the aftertaste of the delicacy.

"The fried potatoes are soft on the inside, and the workers love it, but I always feel that the texture doesn't match the crispiness on the outside."

"For me, I prefer the crispy inside out, and every time I go to the fish and chip shop, I ask the clerk to pick out some potato skins that have accidentally fallen into the pan for me, and the thin skins have become crispy after frying, and that's the real deliciousness......"

The young man ignored Martin's reaction and continued to talk to himself.

"It's a pity that I've only seen this 'fish and chip shop' in the East End, and their potatoes and fried fish are really delicious, but unfortunately I can't go often."

"You know, the East End is chaotic."

"It would be nice if the 'fish and chip shop' could open in the Red Church district, well... It would be perfect if you could eat it in the Flame Country......"

The young man added that there was some loss in his words.

Martin listened to the young man who was a bit picky about food talking to himself, and he wanted to ask for some advice, but he saw that the young man in front of him seemed to have his own opinions on food.

Compared to him, Martin knew nothing about Cavides or the eating habits of the people of this era, after all, he had only eaten some of the flavors of the place in the rose square.

But Martin listened, and an idea crept through his mind.

The "fish and chip shop" that the young man referred to reminded him of M Ji and the Whitebeard Colonel in his previous life, both of whom mainly served fried food.

And the question of the taste of "french fries" raised by young people made Martin's thinking suddenly clear.

Especially the "fried potato skins" he mentioned.

It instantly made him think of a food that could be made directly in this warehouse, and that the young man must not have eaten.

"Haven't you eaten french fries or fried potato skins anywhere else but this fish and chip shop?"

Martin suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked thoughtfully.

"Nope."

The young man had a regretful look on his face.

"I've eaten in most of the restaurants in Cavides, and the only ones that can be counted as delicious, and recently there is a lack of a 'baggage canteen' [pea broth], I heard that the boss was murdered, it's a pity..."

Hearing this, Martin knew his chance had come.

Useful only for traversers, great opportunities brought by the golden finger!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, so much so that his fingers trembled slightly.

"I have another food here, and I think it should satisfy your craving for a crispy texture."

"Oh?"

The young man showed a certain curiosity.

"Better than the french fries at the 'fish and chip shop'? You're not trying to fool me with fried potato skins, are you? ”

After all, it doesn't look like there's any delicious ingredients in this warehouse.

"Can you go to the front store and wait a little bit?"

Martin didn't want to be watched all the way through his cooking, which could lead to unexpected trouble.

When the young man saw that Martin was in trouble, he agreed, knowing that some cooks had their own secrets and know-how for cooking, and it was inconvenient for outsiders to know.

After the young man left, Martin picked up a few more potatoes and sliced them little by little with a knife.

Unlike when he cut the shredded potatoes just now, this time he cut the potato slices as thin as paper - which was not too difficult for him.

He washed the sliced potatoes in water several times, then soaked them in water with a little salt.

While soaking in the water, Martin poured water into the crucible, boiled and put the potato slices in it, the thin potato slices were quickly boiled transparent, Martin fished them out, and poured a little liquor into them, he understood that this wine was the trick to adding flavor to the potato chips.

"I don't know if the spirits here are much different from our liquor... Try it first..."

Martin carefully controlled the amount of spirit, then set it aside to drain the water.

Adding sake is also intended to add flavor, and the alcohol will volatilize during the frying process later, so you don't need too much.

This time, what he wanted to do was a snack that many adults in his previous life couldn't refuse - potato chips.

He would make it once in a while in his previous life, and then he basically didn't buy bagged potato chips outside because the freshly fried ones were so delicious.

He was inspired by the handsome young man's description, the fries were there, the chips didn't seem to be there yet, and the chips were easy to make, just fry them over low heat and get the oil warm.

The preparation process may only take about ten minutes, and the only ingredients used are potato chips.

The next thing is the point, Martin poured all the oil squeezed out of the staghorn fennel into the frying pan, and when the oil surface turned slightly around, he put the drained potato slices into the pan one by one, only to see that the potato slices were bubbling around them.

Martin didn't stir the potato chips right away, but waited for them to be fried for a while, and then turned them, and the surface of the potato chips turned golden and a characteristic aroma of potatoes wafted out.

Waiting until the sides were golden, Martin scooped out the chips and couldn't wait to taste them.

The potato chips are directly broken into the mouth, and the unique aroma of the potatoes lingers in the mouth along with the aroma of oil, crispy but not greasy, and has a very light wine aroma, which cannot be tasted at all without careful taste.

In this way, the freshly fried potato chips are very tasty even without condiments.

Martin ate another piece and sighed that the fried food was delicious, and it really needed more oil, and the oil squeezed out of this staghorn fensery was more mellow than the oil they were using normally now, and had a unique aroma.

Vegetable oil is commonly used for cooking, and some families will use peanut oil, and when a large amount of oil is needed to fry or fry, tallow is generally used.

He placed the potato chips in a wooden tray and carried the tray to the foyer of the Mercury Spring.

This time he wanted not only the young man to taste it, but also Juncker to try it.

After all, with Junker's gluttonous personality, Martin is much more likely to absorb the breath of "gluttony" from him.

In addition to Juncker and the young man just now, there were a few customers who came to buy medicine, most of them were plainly dressed and thin.

There are many poor people around the area where the [Mercury Spring] is located, and they generally rely on hard resistance when they are sick, and they will come to the pharmacy to buy some medicine when they can't stand it.

This is also one of the reasons why the business of [Mercury Spring] is sluggish.

Juncker was handing a bottle of amber liquid to a thin-eyed woman with a diminutive stature wearing an old female hat.

"Bitter mint balm cough medicine."

"Mix 1/2 teaspoon in a glass of water and take it three times a day. Remember not to put too much at once, otherwise it may be somewhat toxic. ”

Juncker cautioned.

"What you need most right now is rest, which is more important than medicine."

"Ahem, ahem... Good... Good. ”

The woman said as she coughed, a little humble.

"When I get this month's salary from the cotton mill, I will immediately make up for the medicine money."

"There's no hurry."

Juncker sent the woman away, sighed imperceptibly, turned to see Martin coming, and greeted him with a smile.

"And what delicious food did you make?"

Juncker saw the tray in Martin's hand, and his already sad face turned into a smile, and he shrugged his nose to smell the fragrance in the air.

"Hey! Edward! Come here! ”

Juncker turned to the handsome young man in front of the medicine cabinet and shouted.

The handsome young man also came over.

"It's... Potatoes? This is so familiar. ”

He looked at the golden potato chips in Martin's tray, and his eyes gradually condensed with curiosity, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Martin noticed that the white mist that had been dormant on his body began to churn again, and had a tendency to become more and more violent.

He smiled and handed the tray over.

Before coming over, Martin had sprinkled some salt on half of the potato chips, and he had tasted them, and the salted and unsprinkled ones had their own flavors.

The young man picked up a potato slice, pinched it gently, showed a somewhat surprised expression, and then put the piece in his mouth.

There was a clattering sound, and he chewed on the shards, the expression on his face changing from amazement to enjoyment.

"That's what it tastes like! No... It's even more delicious than the fish and chip shop! How did you do it? ”

Martin smiled, he already had an expectation in his heart, this young man could not refuse this crispy taste.

"I'll tell you, Martin's food is absolutely delicious!"

Juncker said with a smile, smug in his tone.

After saying that, he also picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and the crispy chewing sound came.

"This is a potato? This taste is so unique..."

"Why is the food you make so special every time?"

As he ate, he said to Martin:

"What else do you have that I don't know?"

The customers in the shop looked at Juncker curiously when they heard Juncker's praise, and Martin saw a layer of white mist floating on their bodies.

Martin's thoughts flowed and he graciously invited them to taste it together.

Everyone struggled with food and clothing every day, and they were not restrained and restrained people, and the aroma of this fried potato chips was really irresistible, so they rushed over one by one and began to taste them.

There were clattering sounds and exclamations, a plate of potato chips was quickly wiped out, and the young man named Edward was even pushed to the side from the middle, apparently because he had provided inspiration, but he did not eat a few slices.

And in Martin's perspective, wisps of white mist floated up from the surface of everyone's bodies, and all of them slowly injected into their bodies.

He closed his eyes, and the familiar feeling of warmth came again, different from the last time he soaked in the hot spring, this time Martin felt a hint of heat as if he was in the middle of the noon sun.

The white mist in his vision formed a strange gap with the scorching heat on the surface of his body, as if ice and fire were blending on his body.

After some time, Martin opened his eyes again, and the crowd around him had dispersed, except for Juncker and Edward, who were looking at him with some confusion.

He smiled slightly, and had a plan in mind for the business growth of [Mercury Spring].