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Chapter 4 Cooking

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    Most of the children who grow up with the concept of learning as the most important thing are difficult to achieve any accomplishments in cooking.  The word attainment is actually used too heavily, and it is better to use skills.

    Therefore, if you cook by yourself, you can only stay at the level that you can swallow when you are full.  The best thing is to cook instant noodles. It is no exaggeration to say that the water, heat, noodle texture, and seasoning can all be perfectly controlled.  But it¡¯s limited to this. Those with more than three processes basically belong to: what kind of dish is this?  It won't matter if you don't eat

    However, I just like to watch other people cook. What kind of mentality is this, I have not studied it.  Looking at the fire, ingredients and seasonings are put into the pot one by one, stir-fried, stewed, steamed smoke, color, and aroma Even the final plate is very exciting  process.  While the soup is flowing, carefully cooked ingredients are piled up on the snow-white dinner plate, in the most unpretentious shape.  A little bit of dripping juice splashed on the corner of the plate, like the most inadvertent stroke in the picture, but it is provocative.

    In this way, I feel that there are always some pleasant things in life, hidden among the fireworks.

    I prefer the small restaurants in the alleys, the so-called fly shops, but only those oil-soaked tables and long benches, and the bowls that never seem to be cleaned contain the most attractive delicacies in the world.

    Luoyang's Peony Alley, an alley that I don't want to mention again.  In the depths of the winding alleyway, open-air tables and chairs are scattered, and dilapidated greenhouses symbolically shelter the diners below.  There was thick grease on the table, and there was a mess of garbage and dust under the table. A few mottled wild dogs walked between the tables and chairs, looking for the bones thrown by the diners.  But the deliciousness of that soup is difficult to describe in words.  You have to hold a bowl yourself, sit in the dust, drink it slowly and swallow it carefully, so that you can sigh and be satisfied with the feeling of being quickly amazed.

    Think about it carefully, the same bowl of soup, if you sit in an elegant and fresh storefront with bright windows, and use a delicate spoon that can reflect the figure, you may never be able to taste the taste there.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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