"The meat needs to be cooked for half an hour."

Qin Lang rubbed the egg treasure and began to process the other ingredients while the meat was boiling in the pot.

The green garlic is crushed with the blade of the knife and then cut into sections with an oblique knife, and the millet spicy is cut in half from the middle and set aside.

After processing the ingredients, Qin Lang leaned on the table, holding his cheek with one hand and quietly watching the occasional steam coming out of the pot, smelling a trace of meat fragrance coming out with the steam.

"This scene is so familiar."

He suddenly smiled with emotion, as if he had gone back a long, long time.

At that time, he also held his cheeks like this, standing by the pot and waiting for the meat in the pot to be cooked.

At this moment, Qin Lang suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to.

Fortunately, he has egg treasures.

"Do you know why I want to go back to the pot meat for this subject?" Qin Lang spoke softly.

Danbao shook his head, his little face dazed and curious.

It also wanted to know what the dish, called Hui Pot Pork, had to do with the abstract theme of "home".

"Because when I was a kid, my mom loved to make it for me."

Qin Lang looked past the boiler, looked at the bottle of bean paste on the other side of the table fixedly, and then opened the chatterbox.

"On the way to learn to cook, I have consulted many seniors who are skilled in cooking and highly respected."

"But this bean paste is the only one they taught me."

"This is the recipe my mother taught me, and it tastes different from the bean paste made by other families."

"My mom isn't a chef, and her cooking skills are average."

"Only the back pot meat, she made it very delicious."

"When I was a child, as long as I did something worthy of praise, my mother's reward was to make a large plate of pork in the pot." Qin Lang smiled, "Half a catty of meat, I can eat all the rice by myself."

"When I grew up, I became a chef."

"In order to improve my cooking skills, I traveled all over the world to visit famous chefs and exchange cooking skills."

"I go home less often."

"Every time I come home, my mom makes me a big plate of pork in the pot, just like when I was a kid."

"I remember..."

Qin Lang babbled about the bits and pieces in his memory, and Danbao approached obediently and listened quietly.

Minutes and seconds passed, and soon half an hour passed.

As the kitchen alarm clock rang, Qin Lang's words came to an abrupt end.

He quickly stepped forward to open the lid of the pot, accompanied by the rich aroma of meat, and scooped up the large pieces of pork belly that had been thoroughly cooked and showed a gray and white color.

Once the meat has cooled, cut it into penny-thick slices.

Heat the oil, Qin Lang opened his mouth a little abruptly while putting in the cut pork belly and adding a little peppercorn to stir-fry.

"Danbao, do you know why the back pot meat is called back pot meat?"

Danbao looked at the pork belly in the pot that gradually turned brown and yellow as it was stir-fried, bursting out with a rich meaty fragrance, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

It thought for a moment, and soon its little eyes lit up.

"Gooo

Is it because after boiling in the pot, take out the slices and send them back to the pot to stir-fry?

"That's right, that's it." Qin Lang nodded, added bean paste, ginger slices and tempeh to the pot after the fat of the pork belly was stir-fried, and spoke softly while continuing to stir-fry.

"Once, I didn't go home for more than two years and was out of town."

"When I got home, my mom made me a plate of pork and counted me down while watching me eat it, and she said..."

Speaking of this, Qin Lang paused.

"She said that the meat knows how to go back to the pot, why don't I know to go home?"

His voice was low.

"I later learned that she was very sick at that time."

"But by the time I knew, it was too late."

"Gollum..."

Egg Bao's little face couldn't help it

You have to look sad.

It felt the low mood of its Imperial Spirit Chef at the moment, and could only lean over to him to express its comfort.

Qin Lang stretched out his free hand and rubbed the egg treasure, signaling that he was fine.

Pouring out the suppressed emotions in his heart, Qin Lang no longer spoke, and continued the cooking work in his hand in silence.

Sauté the pork belly thoroughly until the flavor is thoroughly inside, then add cooking wine and a spoonful of sugar and millet spicy.

After stir-frying until fragrant, add the chopped green garlic and stir-fry until it is broken, and a little rice vinegar is cooked from the side of the pan.

This familiar step made him suddenly have the illusion that he was not in the competitive standard kitchen of the Dongxia Arena of the Food Spirit World, but in the kitchen of that familiar home on the earth.

Gradually, as the cooking drew to an end, a light slowly appeared beside Qin Lang.

The light was soft and subtle, enveloping his body as if it was a gauze of light for him, and the brightest part of that gauze was the Tianxuan Star Vein that had just opened up not long after Qin Lang's eyebrows.

For all this, Qin Lang was completely unaware.

The egg treasure on the side stared at this scene with wide eyes.

Could it be that the Eater is about to be born?

It wanted to remind Qin Lang, but it was afraid that it had guessed wrong, and it would rashly disturb Qin Lang's cooking, or if it guessed correctly, it would affect the process of the birth of a new companion, so it could only watch nervously from the sidelines.

In the end, Qin Lang sent the meat cooked in rice vinegar and stir-fried to the pot on the plate.

Back to the pot meat, out of the pot!

As soon as he put down the spatula in his hand, the plate of meat burst out with a dazzling light.

This...

Qin Lang was stunned, and the next moment he felt the familiar feeling of power being evacuated, and his face changed slightly.

Birth of the Eater?

At this time?!

Before he could come back to his senses, the speed of power absorption that came from the back pot meat suddenly accelerated.

After opening the second star vein, the physical fitness of the Imperial Spirit Kitchen has been fed back and nourished by spiritual power, and normally it will not fall into a coma like gathering the first Eater.

But Qin Lang tried to concentrate on cooking many times last night, and because of the memories just now, his mood fluctuated a lot, and his mental state was not stable.

In the end, he only had time to see a cloud of light rising from the back pot meat, gradually converging into a form, and the next moment his eyes were dark, and he fainted again.

"Gollum!"

Danbao exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly used the fluctuation of thoughts to support Qin Lang's fallen body and let him lie flat on the ground.

After confirming that his Imperial Spirit Kitchen was only because of the convergence of the Spirit Eater's detachment, Danbao breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and turned his head to look at the existence in the air that was gradually converging in shape.

It was a brown, round eater with a meatball-like tail behind it.

It has slender ears like red and green peppers on the top of its head, and large eyes that are also red and green.

Above the head of the food eater was a suspended transparent bubble, in which a light green ball of light converged into the shape of a small pepper.

The second food spirit sharpened the sharp little tiger teeth, and looked at the back pot meat on the table for the first time.

That was its origin, and it had only one thought when it was born and felt hungry like never before.

That's a full meal!

"Clicker!"

It screamed and threw itself at the pot, only to crash into an invisible wall.

"Knock~"

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The Easter egg chapter at the end of this chapter reads:

【Back to the pot meat】

【Second Eater Spirit Painting】