As night fell, the scorching heat faded away, and a night breeze blew in through the windows, blowing away the heat in the kitchen.

In the kitchen, everything remains the same, as if time has never passed here.

Lin Xiaotian was still standing in front of the stove, not moving a bit, his fingers were like a typewriter, tapping one after another.

His eyes were still focused, staring at the flames under the casserole, and as the flames rose and fell, fireflies reflected in his eyes, dancing with the flames.

He'd been standing here for three hours, standing like a stake, without even twisting his head.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaotian's tapping fingers stopped, his eyes turned sharp, and he shouted in a low voice, "Time, it's here!"

The shouts sounded, Lin Xiaotian's body also began to move, he casually picked up the lid, a large cloud of white steam poured out of the casserole, and the temperature in the kitchen rose instantly.

There were beads of sweat on Lin Xiaotian's forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe the sweat.

Turn around, quickly pick up the [Whisk Willow], stretch out your little finger and thumb at the same time, pick up the [Bright Red Spirit Fruit] on the board, and move it to the casserole.

"Hoo ......"

Lin Xiaotian took a deep breath, only his right hand, and the [Bright Red Spirit Fruit] was a juicy ingredient, so if he wanted not to waste juice, he could only use the trick that he rarely used.

【Volley Cross Cut】

It is a very fancy way to handle the ingredients, throw the ingredients up, and use the time that the ingredients stay in the air to process the ingredients with a sharp blade.

This method requires a high level of skill, and it also requires an incomparably sharp good knife, which is very difficult, not very practical, and has a lot of performance components.

This kind of fancy way Lin Xiaotian rarely uses it, he doesn't like this kind of flashy things, but now there is no way, he can only use this trick.

The deep breath was slowly exhaled, Lin Xiaotian cheered up his spirits, this move was still difficult for him.

The [Bright Red Spirit Fruit] was thrown up, Lin Xiaotian was engrossed, the muscles in his body were tense, and even his left arm felt a slight pain.

"Whew!"

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the [Whisk Willow] in Lin Xiaotian's hand moved with the trajectory of the ingredients, his wrists kept shaking, and the blade cut through the ingredients with a very short trajectory.

There was a soft "pop".

When the red fruit falls into the casserole, the red juice begins to spread, and the round fruit is cut into eight petals and scattered from the consommé in the shape of flowers.

The red juice of the fruit quickly spreads in the clear soup, and the red juice looks like blood, and in a short time, the whole soup is dyed pale red.

Originally, it was a faint fishy umami, but when the fruit was added, it immediately mixed with a sweet and sour taste unique to plants and trees, gushing out with the steam.

Lin Xiaotian shrugged his nose slightly, sniffed, and finally a smile appeared on his face, and said in a low voice: "It smells good, it doesn't smell bad, it seems that this dish is still feasible!"

I finally felt a sense of relief in my heart, just based on the taste of this soup, Lin Xiaotian knew that it would not be a waste product, and as for what the effect would be, I would only know after trying it.

Turning around, Lin Xiaotian took out the blood in the crisper again, took the sea bowl and shook it on top of the casserole, and the viscous blood turned into drops and fell into the pot.

This is the final step of the process, where the blood is added and it is just waiting to be cooked.

Lin Xiaotian looked into the pot, and saw that the soup was still five points full, he calculated carefully, and it would take about two more hours to get out of the pot.

Looking at the countdown of the system, the remaining time is "5 hours and 23 minutes", and the time left for Lin Xiaotian is not sufficient.

"I hope there's ...... time"

Lin Xiaotian is powerless to change this kind of thing, he can only silently pray that his luck will be better, and it won't take so much time to transform his talent.

Closing the lid on the pot again, the strange fragrance in Lin Xiaotian's nostrils disappeared, and his body completely relaxed.

Standing for more than ten times in a row, Lin Xiaotian's body was extremely tired, and he was a little overwhelmed and began to walk into the living room.

"Squeaky Squeak"

The joints made a grinding sound, like rusty bearings, which made Lin Xiaotian feel extremely uncomfortable.

After stopping cooking, all kinds of sequelae in the body were obvious, exhaustion and pain in his left hand all came up, and Lin Xiaotian could feel the pain in his left arm again, probably because the paralyzing effect of the [wound medicine] had passed.

Pain always has to be endured, and in the next few days, Lin Xiaotian will probably have to bear this kind of pain.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Xiaotian felt extremely tired, he collapsed on the old sofa, feeling that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and it seemed that he would fall asleep at any time.

"No! I can't sleep! I still have one last step to go, so I can't fall short!"

Lin Xiaotian encouraged himself like this, he took out a can of [Super Red Bull] from his inventory, drank it with a gulp, and forcibly cheered himself up.

This sitting was two hours, and Lin Xiaotian's right hand kept beating his left arm, stimulating him with a slight pain, so as not to fall asleep.

Finally, after these difficult two hours, Lin Xiaotian immediately jumped up from the sofa, lifted his spirits, and walked towards the kitchen.

When I opened the casserole, the soup in it was only two points full, and the pieces of meat had become a shriveled skeleton, and the muscles and flesh on it were stewed.

Lin Xiaotian picked up the long chopsticks and carefully picked out the large pieces of skeleton and meat, and only the red soup was left in the soup base, which was very thick, and when he stirred it slightly with a spoon, he felt like he was pulling out the silk.

The fruit had long since been stewed, completely melted into the soup, and was never traced again.

The largest particles in this soup should be the blood clots, each of which is a round droplet, tumbling up and down in the soup, like a mischievous tadpole.

The aroma is even more bizarre, just boiling the pot for half a minute, and the slightly sweet and sour aroma has already permeated the whole room, wafting everywhere.

"It's done!"

Lin Xiaotian nodded, the smile on his face couldn't be stopped, he closed the lid of the pot again, leaving only a gap, and then turned it into a high fire and collected it into a thick soup.

This step is not used in the first place, but if you pursue the ultimate taste, this step will be a bit excessive, and it will make the taste too strong and lose the essence of the clear soup.

But this dish is the essence of the pursuit of perfection, and adding such a step will undoubtedly make the soup more concentrated, which will affect the taste, but the energy will definitely be purified again.

Three minutes, only the last waiting remains.

Lin Xiaotian was unhurried, at this point, it was impossible to make mistakes, and he couldn't help humming the songs he often listened to as a child.

"I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry, I'm really hungry......"

While humming, Lin Xiaotian was not idle, he took out the gallbladder of the turtle seed from the fresh-keeping cabinet, then took a small bowl and squeezed the gallbladder with chopsticks to let the bile flow out.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiaotian took out a jar of wine from the corner of the back cupboard, which was said to have been left by his father when he left, saying that it was used to celebrate his work when he returned.

"It's a pity, you can't come back, cheap daddy, let my son drink this jar of wine for you!"

Lin Xiaotian smiled and said to himself, even when he thought of Lin Zhongxun, he didn't have a sense of rebellion, which shows how happy he was at this time.

When the altar seal is opened, the rich aroma of wine comes out of it, and with the fragrance of turtle soup, it is intertwined in the room and becomes a beautiful music.

"Good wine, but unfortunately, I can't drink much!"

Lin Xiaotian shook his head and poured the liquor into a small bowl and mixed it with bile, just spread out the bottom of the bowl and mix it into a bowl of turtle gall wine.

Lin Xiaotian understands wine, and in order to cook, he has understood it carefully, but he easily does not drink, because he understands that drinking too much wine will destroy his taste buds and paralyze his nerves.

A good chef must avoid alcohol and smoke.

But today, he has to drink this turtle gall wine, this is a "torrent" aperitif!