So this scene will be forever engraved in the memory of everyone in the team.
A child with great wisdom and almost a monster. Of course, judging from how long they have lived in this world, this child's name must be named in quotation marks. There is also a real monster who is almost omniscient and omnipotent. The two of them stared at each other. The eyes are really clumsy like a child learning the knowledge of cooking.
Others are naturally happy to see this scene. The key is that they are also very curious about how Lin Shuai, who has never encountered difficulties, will solve the problem under the challenge of fried noodles.
Everyone in the team did not directly exchange ready-made food from the preparation hall. According to Qi Zhen, the most important thing is not eating but the entire production process. This theory has received unanimous support from everyone, except of course Lin Biao and Liang Sicheng. .
Collaborating to make delicious food and enjoying it together, even if the taste is slightly lacking, will greatly enhance the tacit understanding and affection between everyone.
Whether it is meat or vegetables, what everyone uses are basic raw materials, which must be prepared.
There were several more stoves on the lawn, and it was like a cooking competition, with several people showing off their own understanding of food.
The best one among them is undoubtedly our Lao Wangtou. He takes care of the roast beef with one hand and prepares most of the cold dishes and meats for this dinner. It can really be called a multi-pronged one. He used both hands and feet, but Lao Wangtou was really not in any mess at all. Everything was moving forward in an extremely efficient manner. Countless raw foods were turned into semi-finished products and then into finished dishes. In his hands, it was as orderly as a small battle. , which makes people wonder if this guy is really from the cooking class, right?
Ranking tied for second place in no particular order are Qi Zhen and Sun Jie. They are in similar situations. They both live alone and are no strangers to the kitchen. The most important thing is that they only make braised noodles and meat sauce. For It really lacked a challenge for them, so the two quickly completed the production and then helped Lao Wangtou.
Seeing Lao Wang's skillful movements, Sun Jie couldn't help but sigh sincerely: "Uncle Wang, you can do it."
"Hey! I'm really not bragging to you when you say this. When we were in the army, we never experienced any harsh conditions. As long as we had food and salt, it was not difficult to cook a meal. Now this fire is all over the place. Ready-made, I am much happier than I was then." Wang Jianguo said leisurely.
"Do you want your troops to make their own fires?" Sun Jie asked.
"No, I go out and train for several days. Sometimes when a task comes, I am required to stand by where I am. How can I find the time to find the cooking team to prepare meals for everyone? Or just use local materials, and my own five internal organs temple can't serve them. Well, where do you have the energy to fight?" Wang Jianguo said matter-of-factly, "Many of these are essential skills for survival in the wild as a soldier, and I am not the only one who knows them. Of course, except for soldiers like Lin Shuai, and I also I prefer to eat, so I dug deeper.”
Lao Wang chuckled, feeling very happy that he was admired by the little girl.
"Then your daughter must be very happy."
Sun Jie regretted it after saying this. She originally thought of saying a few words to calm Lao Wangtou's mood, but now she might have been self-defeating.
Wang Jianguo did not fall into the thoughts of nostalgia. He smiled casually and said: "She has been following her mother. As you know in my profession, I don't have so much time to spend with my family. However, every time I go home, I will do it for my daughter." She really likes to eat the delicious food she learned in the army."
Only then did Sun Jie understand that perhaps Wang Jianguo's cooking skills were developed just to make up for the guilt in his heart for his daughter.
"Old Wang, do you know that your daughter is so naughty?" Liang Sicheng said not far away.
"Go away, I am a perfect father in front of my daughter." Wang Jianguo spat.
Sun Jie stuck out her tongue. Fortunately, it didn't arouse Wang Jianguo's sadness of missing his daughter, otherwise her sin would be greater.
"It's okay. In fact, my daughter is about the same age as a child. If we calculate it according to the time of this world, she should go to college by now. My daughter has grown up and is independent. Although I, the father, can't always be with her. But she also understands, so she is not as fragile as you think." Wang Jianguo showed a smile and comforted Sun Jie.
After listening to Wang Jianguo's words, Qi Zhen and Liang Sicheng spoke almost at the same time.
"Damn it, Old Wangtou, weren't you at least nearly forty years old when you entered this game!" Qi Zhen asked.
"Damn it, Old Wang, why don't you introduce your daughter to me!" Liang Sicheng said.
"You guys, do you want to pay for your meal?" Wang Jianguo feigned anger and scolded, and the whole place was full of laughter.
Zhaka squatted quietly next to Lin Biao and Liang Sicheng, and began to learn how to make fried sauce with the light screen in front of them...
In the game "Plague Inc.", his original hometown was a small country in Southeast Asia. He saw a lot of rice growing up, and he knew how to make fried rice, but he had never seen vegetation such as wheat or noodles. , how do you know what halogen is?
The cute three little ones followed the instructions in the video step by step firmly and resolutely, operating somewhat clumsily and hurriedly. At this time, Liang Sicheng was thinking about the cosmic-level problem of whether to add eggs to the fried sauce. He watched four or five instructions. The opinions on the video were not unanimous, and I felt worried for a while.
Lin Shuai is indeed a perfectionist, making sure that the pork belly he cuts must be cut into cubes with equal length and width, but where is the hand he holds the kitchen knife in? Therefore, the process was extremely slow. Qi Zhen guessed that he was observing the texture and texture of the pork with his samsara eyes.
Not to mention, Qi Zhen really guessed it right.
Later, Zhaka scratched his head at the colorful sauce bottles, yellow sauce, sweet noodle sauce, miso, soybean sauce... He really didn't know how to determine the specific proportions of the sauce.
Liang Sicheng finally gritted his teeth and decided to put two eggs in. After breaking up the eggs, he began to wonder whether the oil for frying sauce should be peanut oil or rapeseed oil?
Putting aside the research of the three "God of Cooking" here, Nuolan finally completed his work.
In addition to a series of side dishes such as minced meat and vegetables, the most important thing about Chongqing noodles is the oily and thick pot of spicy soup that makes people have endless aftertaste. Of course, the noodles are also divided into dry noodles and soup noodles, but obviously in After a series of adventures, there's nothing more satisfying than a hot bowl of noodle soup.
Of course, Nuolan did more than that. He also specially prepared braised chicken legs and sausages. Just the dark red but very bright luster is enough to make people move their index fingers.
The unique mellow aroma of the noodles soon came out of the pot. Even Zaka, who was always taciturn, couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva several times. Looking at the various sauces in front of him, he seemed to have finally made some difficult choice. Decide.
The cooking pot has already been prepared, and the huge dough Qi Zhen took the time to knead is almost ready. The noodles must be hard. Except for those with special needs like the beef ramen noodles in the northwest, most noodles need to be as soft as possible. The chewy texture of the noodles can only be ensured when the noodles are at a level that allows you to exercise strength when kneading them.
Rolling out noodles, cutting noodles, tossing noodles...
Noodles from different regions have different production requirements, but Qi Zhen is extremely familiar with making them. At Zhang Chi's request, he took care of that part himself.
Soon, a large piece of white noodles floated on the boiling water, and the steaming water was filled with everyone's smiling faces.
Liang Sicheng's pork belly dices were finally cooked.
Fried sauce, as the name suggests, is to fry the sauce in a pot. Finally, the aroma of the sauce is fully revealed through the action of boiling hot oil. When mixed with noodles, there is a strange aroma.
Depending on the region, some add water, some dry fry, some add soy sauce, and some don't. In short, the word fried sauce is the same. Soon the aroma of fried sauce from Liang Sicheng's side also came out, and he finally finished it before the noodles came out. The pot is finished.
The main reason why Liang Sicheng didn't debate whether to add water or not was because the roast beef on the fire was almost cooked. No matter if it tasted good or not, just eat it!
With a crisp squeaking sound, hot oil was poured on top of the crushed dried chilies. The alluring spicy aroma hit the nose, and the relaxed oil-splashed noodles announced that they were done.
After cutting the meat, arranging the vegetables, and putting it on the table, Qi Zhen once again took out a large jar of thirty-year-old daughter's red that was left in the human race bag, filled it up for everyone in the team, and everyone gathered together.
If it weren't for the fact that time in the human race bag almost stopped, this bottle of wine would probably be over forty years old now.
While everyone was laughing and talking, the dinner party began, and the sunset hit everyone's faces, filling them with a strange luster.
Everyone raised their glasses to each other, looked at each other, smiled, and drank all the wine in one gulp, saying nothing.
Lao Wangtou and Liang Sicheng quarreled again, Nuolan started teasing Lao Wangtou again, Sun Jie started teasing him again, and Xhaka failed to finish his last shot again...
For the first time, Zhang Chi smiled as happily as he did today. No one made fun of his soft-spoken and slightly delicate character anymore. They all seemed to be bought off by his superb oil-splashing noodles.
Of course, everyone and even himself knew that things could be changed by more than just a bowl of oily noodles. Just like no one mentioned that Qi Zhen used the Eye of the Moon to take everyone away at the critical moment, naturally no one said anything about Wang Jianguo. How much effort did Liang Sicheng put in to defeat the elite Jōnin from all over the world?
Likewise, no one praised him for his hard work in finding Madara, but it remained in everyone's hearts. This may be the meaning of teammates or comrades.
Qi Zhen looked at the scene of everyone laughing and joking with a smile, and recalled in her mind Wang Jianguo's description of his daughter just now. Among them, she felt nostalgic for her country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule. Although she was not desolate, she still felt extremely sad.
