However: "Where did you get so many weapons? As far as I know, your adoptive parents' family is not rich. They can't even afford a single weapon even if they lose everything. Yet you still have so many."
Li Xinyuan ignored him. Buddy had already built an ugly stove. Fortunately, although it was a bit ugly, it could be used.
"Hey, I told you so much, where did my powerful weapons come from? Uh-huh."
Li Xinyuan tugged at the corner of his clothes and wiped her hands that were stained with chicken blood.
Li Yijing pulled out the raw chicken from his mouth, lay down on the side and spat hard.
No matter how much I vomited, I couldn't get rid of the smell of raw meat in my mouth. Thinking about the smell of the meat that I swallowed hard at noon, I couldn't suppress the churning in my stomach and retched for a while.
"Why are you stuffing meat into my mouth? I'm sick."
"I ate so much at noon, and now I'm still vomiting."
"I was retching while eating at noon, ah, vomit..." Halfway through, I thought of that beautiful scene and couldn't hold it back.
In fact, he wanted to ask why this person named Buddy called her eldest sister and listened to her so much, but he had no time now.
The movement here naturally attracted the attention of others, but the two people spoke in relatively low voices, and they did not hear the specific things clearly.
"Chop the chicken into chunks."
"Sister, how big is one piece? How long is it? How wide is it?"
"..." How does she know how long and how wide she is! But after thinking about how useless these people were, she had to make it clear: "Chop the chicken vertically into four pieces. No, it's eight-petal strips. Remove the chicken legs, and then cut each of the remaining pieces of chicken into quarters." ..." I visually inspected this super big chicken: "It is faster to chop the chicken into two centimeters wide, but the chicken has less meat, so chop it wider, and chop it narrower where there is more meat."
“How much wider and how narrow?”
Damn it, if these guys can chop meat into pieces, why does she have to talk so much?
"Whatever, just 0.5 centimeters back and forth." Don't talk too much, just cook it.
"Wait a minute, boil the water first, and chop the meat while boiling the water to save time."
"Sister, how much water should I pour?"
"The right amount."
"...Um, what's the appropriate amount?"
"...fill the pot."
"okay."
Boil the water.
It doesn’t matter if there is no oil, just fry it for a few times.
The ingredients this week are good, non-stick pans.
"Pour this piece in."
"Hey, okay." A pot of meat went into the pot, and the sound made Buddy and Li Yijing jump three feet away in fright.
While jumping back and forth, he shouted: "Isn't it going to explode? Run quickly."
Over there, Ness, who had just come out of the woods, tensed up his muscles and put on a fighting posture, and then, 'Puff, puff, puff', no, the water is coming, hold it in, hold it in, it's live broadcast.
My whole body became even tighter.
Li Xinyuan took a deep breath.
"Come back, it's normal, continue to fry." Everyone saw Li Xinyuan sitting there peacefully, and there was no tendency of the pot to explode, so they came back with peace of mind.
Other onlookers also gathered around
Seeing that the situation was not what he thought, Ness rushed back into the woods.
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"Just the right amount of salt."
"Sister, how much salt is appropriate for this?"
"..." She gritted her teeth. How did she know how much it was? Couldn't she just put it with her hands? She hadn't weighed her or weighed her, so how could she possibly know the exact number?
Yes, these people always use machines to accurately measure the data when cooking.
Li Xinyuan covered her forehead and didn't want to speak anymore.
"Go on, I'll do it myself, you can watch it for me."
Picking up a half-meter long simple kitchen knife, he took out the few unsightly pieces of chicken he had seen before, especially the long chicken neck, which was almost whole when he took it out. Chop it into pieces and throw it back.
The sharp knife skills made their necks flinch.
She picked up a little salt with a spoon and sprinkled it on her tongue, tasted the saltiness, then picked up a spoonful of salt and sprinkled it into the pot.
Each of the other condiments was put into the mouth with a spoon to taste the taste. Fortunately, there were alternatives to wine, MSG, and some strange flavors, but the size was enough to replace the condiments she was familiar with.
Then a group of people and millions of netizens just stared, watching her casually pour spoon after spoon into the pot.
[Throwing condiments here and there with your eyes closed won’t put someone in the hospital, right? 】
[That’s right, the reason why seasoning is seasoning is that it can only be used as an ingredient, just like eating too much salt at one time can kill someone. 】
[Hurry up, haven’t communications been restored? The school should be able to contact the teachers inside. Contact the teachers quickly and ask them to stop them. Don't really get into trouble. 】
Not to mention the netizens, the students present looked at it with round eyes, drooled, and decided to stay away from the pot.
Don't ask them to help with such a big pot when the time comes, they will never eat it.
After sprinkling the seasoning in a few quick strokes, I scooped up the water and poured it in.
There was another frightening squeaking sound, which frightened everyone's nerves again. The thick smoke rising upwards frightened them even more and took a few steps back.
Some timid netizens on the Internet simply turned off the live broadcast.
After all, the current network technology is too advanced, and the new analog live broadcast can directly bring you an immersive experience. If it really explodes, they will be blown up in the face. Although they won't be really hurt, they will definitely feel uncomfortable.
The seasonings have a flavor similar to that of onions, ginger, and garlic, so removing the fishy smell is not a problem. However, it is the first time I use these seasonings and I have a hard time controlling the portions. I don’t know how it will taste.
Although Liu Xiaoming's expression was indifferent, his movements were not slow. He reached up and grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
Seeing the person who pulled her, Li Xinyuan smiled helplessly. She was just cooking, not making bombs. Why were these people so surprised?
After all, the current network technology is too advanced, and the new analog live broadcast can directly bring you an immersive experience. If it really explodes, they will be blown up in the face. Although they won't be really hurt, they will definitely feel uncomfortable.
The seasonings have a flavor similar to that of onions, ginger, and garlic, so removing the fishy smell is not a problem. However, it is the first time I use these seasonings and I have a hard time controlling the portions. I don’t know how it will taste.
Yunia watched with great interest. When other students were frightened and backed away, she was the only one who stayed where she was.
Because she found that Li Xinyuan was very calm, so out of trust in her, although she was a little frightened, she did not panic.
Liu Xiaoming watched intently as she moved so skillfully. It probably wasn't the first time she had done something like this twice.
(End of chapter)
