The soupy and tender lamb braised noodles are served in a huge bowl, dotted with green leafy vegetables, carrots, and fungus, and sprinkled with minced coriander before being served to the table with some flour still left.
Because there was no MSG, Mo Bei added some chicken broth stewed with mushrooms when seasoning the final flavor. The two soups collided together, bursting out with an intoxicating aroma.
The stomachs of several people who had been hungry for a long time were growling one after another, but no one felt embarrassed. They all looked longingly at the mackerel dumplings floating in the big pot.
"It's floating!" Perona shouted with bright eyes.
"Not yet." Mo Bei ruthlessly poured half a bowl of cold water down. The dumplings that had just popped up lay dormant again as the water in the pot subsided. Perona couldn't help but frown.
This is the second time I poured cold water into it!
She seriously suspected that Mo Bei was delaying on purpose! But I have no say in this aspect, so I can only swallow my saliva and continue to wait.
Seeing that her face looked like a dumpling in the pot, Mo Bei couldn't help laughing, and poured half a bowl of water down, extinguishing all the hope in her eyes. He closed his eyes and hummed twice.
The other people also sighed anxiously, "Hey...".
The fire was burning brightly, and the large pot of water began to roll gently again in an instant, and each dumpling became swollen again.
Although the shape is too rich, there are very few leaks. Firstly, his skills in kneading and rolling out the dough are quite good, and secondly, the three girls' hands are strong enough, the strength is properly controlled, and the sealing is tight.
This time, Mo Bei finally stopped adding water. He picked up a large colander and scooped up all the cooked dumplings. He drained the water twice and poured it into a glass plate as big as the pot lid. The dumplings shrank as soon as they came out of the pot, and the surface became There are some wrinkles, but the delicious soup is locked in them.
The people at the table finally sat down after working for nearly two hours. Instead of the chatter and laughter while making dumplings, only the sound of concentration on eating was left. .
"唔唔唔唔..."
"Click click click..."
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
"Huh...huh...huh..."
"Any more?"
"Yes! The water is boiling and the dumplings continue to be made!"
"Have you fired the anti-aura? Isn't your mouth hot? You eat so fast..."
"I'm driving like crazy!"
"..."
Alkanas' skill as a crooked cook is really limited, probably because Conrad has never stayed in the mining city for a long time before, so no one cares about this issue.
Although it can be seen that they are trying hard to make food that satisfies the family owner, the cooking methods in this world are relatively simple, the seasoning is relatively lacking, and the food culture is relatively withered.
The food prepared for them as guards was even more simple and crude. After eating the food for more than a month in Alkanas, Akali and the others felt like they had returned to the period of their lives before they met Mo Bei.
They couldn't complain yet, fearing that their future would be uncertain for several cooks with just one word. But now, they finally got the cure of delicious food.
The meal was like a whirlwind, and the dining table was like a battlefield. No one was polite to anyone. They kept adding bowls and plates until all the food was eaten. Then they stopped and began to chew slowly. , and set up a stall for drinks and snacks.
Job changers eat a lot, even girls. Their stomachs seem to be connected to the inventory space. If they are forced to eat, they can eat several meals. It is not a problem to continue running for two or three days. They only need to drink some water. You can maintain your fighting power.
However, hunger and fatigue will always be there, and they can only be tolerated or passively ignored. Needless to say, the hardships involved.
Everyone's level of endurance is different, so there are not many career changers who can fight with all their strength in a state close to the limit, or even perform beyond normal performance. The barbarians of Harrogath are extremely talented in this aspect. It is known as the fighting machine best at turning the tables against the wind.
Just imagine, when you feel that a well-matched opponent is finally about to run out of gas, and the state you are trying to maintain has just slackened, but you are taken away by the opponent in a wave of forcible cheating, then you really lose without any temper, or There was no chance to feel remorse and he was beheaded on the spot.
It's reasonable for those big guys to eat too much, but what puzzled a few people was Perona's appetite. She hasn't grown any taller in the past two years, but she is definitely the number one in eating!
From this, Mo Bei further determined a rule. Relying on mental output consumes more energy than chopper players like them!
Ned was quite shocked by this. He was also a mage, but he was a good boy and couldn't even eat that little girl Perona. If Mo Bei's theory was followed, the gap would be truly embarrassing.
Alvin comforted him with rare gentle words:
"I think your damage output is only a fraction of Perona's. It's pretty good to have half of her appetite. There's no need to be discouraged."
Ned was very angry and asked Alvin to go out for a duel. As a result, the two men disappeared without a trace and did not come back for a long time.
"Did they... go into the city?" Milor asked in confusion. She didn't really want to move now anyway, and she really didn't understand why the two of them ran out without taking a rest.
Mo Bei recalled their previous performance on the airship and knew that these two guys must have gone out to open a battlefield again. He hesitated and said:
"...Probably because we haven't been at the harbor for a long time, so we should go to the tavern to listen to the news and see if there is anything new."
"Yes..." Milor nodded. Seeing that Perona had finished the last plate of snacks, used telekinesis to roll up the tableware on the table and walked towards the sink. He stretched his arms lazily and stood up. Went to help.
Akali, who had a different understanding of the relationship between the two, also came out of her trance, picked up the tablecloth and started cleaning the dining table and stove.
Mo Bei habitually put all kinds of kitchen scraps and things that he was too lazy to clean up temporarily into his inventory, continuing his bad habit of having a huge inventory space, and then clapped his hands and leaned out of the window.
"Oh... I'm actually still eating..."
He saw that Mao Yao was still in the same place, holding a small rat-tail fish and sucking it.
This is quite worry-free. . .
Let's go back and test its combat effectiveness. Maybe it can be used as a combat pet when you go out to practice and take it with you.
After washing up, he returned to the room and lay down on the bed in a Tai-shaped position. Not long after, he felt a movement in his heart and hurriedly got up and opened the door.
The brave paladin who fought the bloody demon king was standing outside the door in a lively manner. He retracted his raised right hand and was obviously about to knock on the door, but he didn't expect that Mo Bei heard the sound in advance.
"No time to explain, get in the car quickly!"
Akali almost let out a soft cry, but Mo Bei lifted her up into his arms, closed the door, opened the isolation circle, and then they both rolled onto the couch.
Mo Bei only felt a smooth and tender touch on his chest. The wonderful feeling caused dopamine to be secreted rapidly, and his body seemed to be cheering with excitement.
Just as he was about to put into gear and get on the highway, he saw Akali stiffen and raise her eyes to look out the window. He immediately followed her gaze and was speechless.
At some point, a bunch of spider silk hung upside down from the woolen yarn outside the window, curled up into a ball, but four pairs of eyes of different sizes were staring at them curiously.
Seeing Mo Bei's eyes, it reached out with its toes and flicked the bright light crystal that was no longer lit, causing Mo Bei to twitch again.
It seems that he sensed something wrong with his master's emotions, apparently. . . Don't you want to stare?
The clever Mao Yao immediately understood, and gently scraped the bunch of spider silk with its arthropods. The curled up body slowly turned half a circle, as if turning its back, as if to say:
I don't want to look at it. Come on, help me brighten this up when it's over.
