If this question were asked by a child to Su Qingluan, she would definitely shake her head with a smile and tell the other person that no one can predict the future, but through certain methods, some details can be inferred, as if it can cause "prediction" The effect is the same.
Whether Holmes, who takes the scientific route, sees that Watson is a retired military doctor, or Zhou Yi Bagua, who takes the metaphysical route, they all use this method, including the so-called "face to face", which is not the so-called superstition.
A true master of physiognomy can really infer a person's experience and personality through his facial features. This is the so-called "face comes from the heart".
But the person who asked this question was Mu Xingzhi, which made Su Qingluan hesitate for a moment: Is the question this person asked really what he meant on the surface? There is no meaning behind the words?
After thinking about it, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi: "Actually, I think with your ability, people should think that you can predict the future, right?" After all, one can observe people's abilities from the subtleties. The man in front of him never predicts the future. Short.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan, without comment, just smiled and commented: "This can be regarded as a kind of 'foreseeing the unknown', but it is too boring."
Boring? Su Qingluan was stunned: Is there another "interesting" way? Thinking like this, Su Qingluan couldn't help but think of the ideas he had seen in his previous life, so he said half-jokingly: "Maybe there is a god in charge of time who can make people go back to the past, so isn't this person who goes back to the past... Is he a prophet?"
When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's words, he stopped.
Su Qingluan thought, "How about that?" Are you shocked by the imaginative ideas of Internet literature in the 21st century? Although this kind of "bridge" has been played badly in later generations.
"How is it?" she said with a smile, "Is this method considered 'interesting'?" After saying that, she went to the kitchen humming a piece of music that Mu Xingzhi thought had a strange tune.
Although Su Qingluan had made fried chicken once before, she was not too presumptuous because she was concerned about her younger siblings' fragile stomachs.
This time it was different. Although Songbo was a middle-aged man, he was so strong that he could kill ten of himself with one punch. There was absolutely no need to worry about indigestion;
Mu Xingzhi seemed to be the weakest among the three of them, but after all, he had medical skills, and Su Qingluan did not think that Mu Xingzhi would make himself unwell just for a bite of food;
As for herself...she just wants to eat meat now, and eat a lot of meat! She ate something that was clear and watery for so many days that she almost exploded!
I have to say that human beings are such strange creatures. When Su Qingluan just traveled through time, her food was simpler than now, even a thousand times simpler. But at that time, she understood that the objective conditions could not change for a while, so she took it easy.
Now that he knew he could eat meat, Su Qingluan couldn't stand it after eating light food for a few days - not even a vegetarian diet. This can be said to be a kind of "adaptive gluttony".
Since she had already had fried chicken experience, Su Qingluan was familiar with preparing the egg liquid and batter to wrap the fried chicken.
Because fried chicken needs to be re-fried at least two or three times to make the shell crispy, it is not too important even if it is first fried in oil and left to cool.
In order to ensure that the three ingredients - fried steamed bun slices, fried chicken and French fries - can be served to the table at almost the same time, Su Qingluan fully considered the effects of cooling the three ingredients to varying degrees.
The biggest impact is definitely the "french fries" version of yam. The reason is very simple. The yam is peeled by Su Qingluan and cut into very small strips, about the thickness of an index finger. Even after being fried at the same thickness, the yam will lose heat. It is also the fastest. At the same time, the skin of yam is different from that of steamed buns, which is loose and porous and can absorb oil. It is also different from chicken itself, which contains animal fat, so its heat preservation performance is worse.
So the last step to fry must be the yam fries.
However, relatively speaking, although the side area of the steamed bun slices is larger than that of the chicken nuggets, Su Qingluan prefers crispy steamed bun slices, so he cuts the steamed bun slices thinner, so compared to the irregularly shaped and thick chicken nuggets, Su Qingluan prefers to eat crispy steamed bun slices. The heat retention of steamed bun slices is relatively poor.
Of course, instead of worrying about which of the three ingredients comes out of the pot first and which comes last, there is one thing that you don’t need to worry about at all - vegetables for palate cleansing.
Tender and prickly cucumbers, crispy radish, and fragrant water celery...
These can effectively neutralize the greasy feeling of those fried foods and provide dietary fiber, so as to avoid the temporary relief of cravings today and the constipation and crematorium tomorrow - Su Qingluan wants to satisfy cravings, but does not want to commit suicide yet.
Especially in today's dry toilets without flushing water, it is troublesome to stay for a while.
All kinds of nonsensical thoughts flashed through his mind, but the movements of Su Qingluan's hands never stopped.
Songbo came over to help again midway, and Su Qingluan entrusted Songbo with the work of preparing the vegetables. In fact, Su Qingluan thought about it, Mu Xingzhi's character is very cautious, and he often thinks that "sick" characters need to be cultivated at home. In this case, why not let him try to help make food?
While Song Bo came to help, Su Qingluan asked this question.
Songbo's expression was quite strange: "How can I help my boss? I'm afraid my boss can't reach the stove."
Su Qingluan then realized that she had entered a blind spot - she knew that Mu Xingzhi was pretending to be bad at it, and Song Bo obviously knew this too.
However, from the perspective of outsiders, Mu Xingzhi is always in a wheelchair, and Mu Xingzhi will never destroy this "persona" by himself unless necessary.
Su Qingluan thought about the height of Mu Xingzhi sitting in the wheelchair. His shoulders were almost at the current position of the stove.
Although this height is barely enough to use a shovel to poke the food in the pot, if it is replaced with a higher height one, such as a crockpot casserole, the height of these pots will block Mu Xingzhi's sight. If he wants to see the pot clearly When eating food, you must stand up.
Thinking about how this person couldn't see the contents of the pot, Su Qingluan found it quite cute for some reason. But this also made her shrug and gave up the idea of letting Mu Xingzhi come to help with the work.
Needless to say, Su Qingluan was good at cooking, and Song Bo was also good at cooking, so with the cooperation of the two of them, a table of vegetables and rice was quickly served——
The golden, crispy, juicy fried chicken and steamed bun slices, as well as the yam version of fries are all radiating heat, while the various side dishes that can be eaten raw on the other plate are very refreshing and refreshing.
Mu Xingzhi looked at the large plate with a few pieces piled almost into a hill, and couldn't help but smile: "Qingluan has done a lot."
Su Qingluan said unceremoniously: "There are three people here now. What if we don't eat enough?"
Seeing Songbo waving his hands repeatedly, Su Qingluan took over the empty plate that had been prepared long ago, and divided the chicken nuggets, steamed buns, French fries and mouth-cleaning side dishes that had been prepared for Songbo into two portions: "I know you can't We travel together and sit at the same table, is that okay?"
