Afterwards, Lin Bai came to the kitchen, opened the novice skill given by the system, and started making scallion pancakes.
Add firewood, light the fire, heat the pot...
Another spoonful of water...
Chop a handful of green onions...
A small bowl of salt...
And these raw materials are mixed together extremely skillfully.
.....
Although these ingredients do not have clear weight labels, with the blessing of the legendary scallion pancake skill, Lin Bai can subconsciously react to how much he should take as soon as his hand touches the required amount of raw materials, and know his next step. What should be done.
It can be said that at this time, he has become proficient in the quantities of these ingredients and the technique of making scallion pancakes.
This adaptable technique must be based on experience accumulated over many years. It cannot be compared with a recipe book. This is an experience that can only be mastered by a true master!
At this moment, he has absolute confidence that he can make the most delicious scallion pancake in the world.
His eyes were also full of hope. With this scallion pancake, it shouldn't be too difficult to collect some popularity points.
"One more spoonful of oil..."
Lin Bai picked up the spoon, poured a spoonful of oil directly into the hot iron pot.
Pan Jinlian, who was sitting far away, was a little stunned when she saw this scene.
These days, oil is a rare item, and you are reluctant to add it to your dishes on weekdays. It is only during holidays that you are willing to add a little bit of it to your dishes.
Seeing Wu Dalang pouring so much at once, Pan Jinlian stepped forward with great heartache:
"Dalang, no~"
Wu Dalang's hands trembled, but he continued to pour:
"I'm going to make scallion pancakes today."
Pan Jinlian: "Scallion pancakes? I've heard of cooking pancakes and sesame pancakes, but I've never heard of scallion pancakes. What are scallion pancakes?"
Wu Dalang: "This is something that only existed in the Ming Dynasty. You don't know what's normal."
Pan Jinlian: "Ming Dynasty? I've heard of clear stir-fry, and I've heard of stir-fry. What kind of stir-fry is Ming stir-fry?"
Hearing Pan Jinlian's words, Wu Dalang smiled.
"It won't be clear for a while, so don't ask."
He concentrated on lighting the fire, adding firewood, and started operating according to the system prompts.
Pan Jinlian on the side was confused and worried when she saw Wu Dalang's appearance.
Could it be that I said too much last night? It hit his self-esteem and made Dalang crazy?
Oops, Pan Jinlian, Pan Jinlian, you are such a shameless coquettish person!
That kind of thing between men and women can't be done if Da Lang can't do it, so why force it?
Pan Jinlian felt annoyed. Even she didn't know why. Ever since her first menstrual period, her body always had strange feelings late at night.
She longed to be cared for, longed to be taken care of, and longed for someone to gently touch every inch of her body with her fingers.
It's just this desire that makes Pan Jinlian extremely tangled in her heart.
Why do you think this way? Why would I feel so depressed when Dalang couldn't do it? Are you even angry at Dalang? Are you really a slut?
Pan Jinlian glanced at Wu Dalang, who was concentrating on making cakes, and returned to the room in frustration.
In the room, Pan Jinlian sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her own appearance in the mirror with tearful eyes.
A face as flawless as a shelled egg, a tall nose, a pair of watery, pitiful and enchanting eyes, and a body that is only in its early twenties, but extremely mature and plump...
There is no doubt that this is a body that is beautiful, youthful and full of vitality.
But at this moment, this kind of beauty did not make Pan Jinlian feel happy.
The more beautiful her appearance and body are, the more painful she feels.
This huge pain may be due to the fact that my life, as beautiful as a flower, has to wither and wither in such despair?
She didn't mind marrying Wu Dalang, a laughing stock among outsiders, nor did she mind Wu Dalang's short stature and ugly appearance.
However, if Wu Dalang didn't even have the most basic characteristics of a man, wouldn't he become a widowed woman?
Every time she woke up late at night and heard the long and long sounds of the bride next door, she felt hot and itchy all over. Unfortunately, Wu Dalang beside her could not help her at all.
"Do you really want to spend your life like this?"
Pan Jinlian looked at her beautiful self in the bronze mirror and gently stroked her cheek with her hand.
Then he continued stroking down along his cheek.
How she longed for a strong man to appear at this moment and conquer her...
It's a pity that Wu Dalang can't do it.
It would be great if there was some magic medicine that could cure Dalang.
If Dalang were a strong man, how happy would he be~
Pan Jinlian closed her eyes and began to fantasize, biting her lip subconsciously.
I don’t know how much time passed.
She suddenly smelled an extremely alluring fragrance, which interrupted her thoughts.
"Huh? What does it smell like?"
She put on her pants doubtfully and pushed out the door.
The moment you open the door, the aroma hits your nose!
Pan Jinlian opened her beautiful eyes in confusion.
This scent is amazing!
