Under his curious gaze, Wilmer took out the kitchen knife, observed it carefully for a moment, and then suddenly shouted.
The unsuspecting Dean and Kana were frightened, and while they were scratching their heads, they saw that the white mushroom, which originally had no gap, had a small cross-shaped opening split from the top.
I was so frightened that I burst into tears.
Dean's eyes widened with an incredulous expression. Just as he was about to find out the reason, he saw Wilmer cut the white mushroom in half from the small opening and skillfully cut it in half.
He was obviously well versed in handling this kind of food. After cutting the white mushroom skillfully, he hollowed out the inside in a few clicks, stuffed it with the prepared minced meat, fixed it and put it in the pot.
The whole process is very pleasing to the eye, and even people who are not very good at cooking can see his skillful skills.
Dean watched for a long time and finally had a rough idea of where Wilmer's talent shined.
This man is indeed a good chef. In addition to his flexible cooking ideas, he also has a very keen intuition about the handling of heat and ingredients.
The white mushroom is a delicate ingredient that requires extremely high cooking temperatures. If something is not right, it will turn into black charcoal. But in Wilmer's hands, it is like an ordinary mushroom. When cooked, there is no Not a little difficult.
Dean was convinced that the problem did not lie with the white mushroom. It was still that delicate and difficult mushroom, so the cause could only be with Wilmer.
He suppressed his intention to ask about Wilmer's voice just now, and was ready to wait until he tasted his handiwork before satisfying his curiosity.
Soon, as time passed, the white mushrooms in the pot began to exude a strong fragrance.
The moment the fragrance enters the nose, it seems that there is some mysterious power that connects the sense of smell and taste. The delicious taste of the white mushroom falls from the nose into the tip of the tongue, making people unable to help but swallow their saliva.
"Gudong."
Dean's body stiffened, and then he slowly realized that the source of the sound was not him.
His eyes moved down, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure at his feet.
"... Wipe your saliva, it's going to run into the basin."
Using telekinesis to bring the food bowl to the table, Garfield wagged his tail and looked expectantly at the pot where the aroma was constantly coming out.
The scent of food, like a small hook, controls its fat face and makes irregular movements in the air.
This scene was so rare that Wilmer's eyes moved over involuntarily.
Because of his previous relationship with Garfield, he already had a good impression of this eagle-winged cat. Now that he saw its greedy look, he felt even more satisfied that his craftsmanship was recognized.
If his hands weren't unclean, Wilmer would definitely have used his hands to rub the overly round cat face and appreciate the feel of the cat's head.
"Don't cause trouble."
In contrast, Dean was very hard-hearted. Not only was he not impressed by Garfield's face dance, he also dragged it out of the kitchen coldly.
The cat's claws left traces on the floor. Garfield saw himself getting farther and farther away from the kitchen, and the expression on his face gradually became darker. He looked behind him with a sharp glance, couldn't help but raise his cat fist, and turned to Di Go with the hammer.
It's a pity that the ideal is very full and the reality is too skinny. Its size determines that when someone attacks it from behind, Garfield turns around and punches. At best, he can only give himself some relief. It is difficult for him to send his fist to the bridge of Dean's nose as he intended. Order some intimate contact.
Seeing Garfield's eyes suddenly widen, as if he had been hit by some kind of impact, Dean put down his two hind legs, used his mental power to catch the cat hair floating in the air, and threw it into the trash can.
Gu Xiao: "Don't worry about it, just keep doing it."
After receiving the order, Wilmer had no choice but to retract his gaze with regret and continue to focus on the ingredients in his hand.
Soon, the first plate of finished product was brought to the table.
Wilmer looked nervously at the five people and four pets sitting around the table, like prisoners waiting for trial, and even small beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
Dean was also afraid of scaring him, so he brought up a topic to divert Wilmer's attention.
"I see that when you make food for your magic pet, you add a lot of side dishes. Is that also your recipe?"
"Actually, it doesn't really count..."
Wilmer scratched his head in embarrassment and explained: "The only seventeen recipes I have summarized so far, the others are simple flavor combinations. For example, this one on the table looks very good. The taste of Fei can only satisfy the appetite, but it does not help its development and growth."
Hearing these words, Alpha, the only employee who kept his posture and did not dive headlong into the meal, sneered: "Isn't eating full the biggest help? Why, can you give me any new skills? ?”
Wilmer looked back with disapproval, and retorted slowly but firmly: "I don't know about other people, but in my opinion, there are great mysteries in food. As long as you can understand the rules, just by eating, It can improve the strength of the demon pet and play a nurturing role."
"It's just to satisfy appetite and provide basic nutrition. It cannot be called a food formula, it can only be called a meal recipe."
This is something beyond the scope of Alpha's cognition.
However, when he thought that among the new professions there were also special professions like "gourmets" who could gain strength through eating, he felt that what Wilmer said was not unusual.
But this certainly cannot be said by a layman like him.
Alpha glanced at the three people next to him and showed no intention of answering. However, Dean expressed his approval of Wilmer's ideas.
This was one of the reasons why he was willing to go through so much trouble to invest in Wilmer.
In Dean’s view, food cultivation is a very feasible cultivation idea.
There is a saying about dietary supplements on Blue Star. Many elders believe in "what you eat is what you eat to supplement your body" and "you can supplement your body with your body." He grew up in this concept, so he was very concerned about Wilmer's nutritional supplements. Concept, acceptance is still relatively high.
Especially after interpreting Wilmer's two formulas, it greatly deepened Dean's trust in this path.
Although no rigorous research has been conducted, the food of familiars is actually divided into different levels according to the current summary of the breeding house.
It's just that this classification standard is very simple and crude.
Food that can have a positive impact on the development of a familiar is graded food, while food that only satisfies the stomach, or as Wilmer said, can only meet basic needs, is food without grade.
After entering a graded category, food will be further divided. As for how to grade it, it depends on what level of magic pet it works on.
The higher the level of the magic pet that can be affected, the higher the rating of the food will naturally be. If it can affect high-level magic pets like Kana and Garfield, then this kind of food is quite remarkable and can enter the ranks of high-level ones. Got it.
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