Durian, this was a quite unique fruit. People who loved it wanted to eat one every day, and people who hated it wanted to vomit when they smelled it. They had even vomited twice.
Chen Ze liked this durian very much. When he was in elementary school, he asked his mother to bring a bag of durian candy from his hometown. As a result, he was scolded for eating sh * t when he ate it during class. Later, Chen Ze shared it with the class. About 65% of the boys liked it.
As for the girls? The girls expressed that they couldn't accept the taste physically.
Later, Chen Ze was called to the office by the class teacher. From then on, Chen Ze could only eat durian candy at home because the taste was too strong.
"I … Ugh … I can't stand it …" Betty rushed out and stood at the edge of the dining room and took a deep breath.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched, but he still split the durian with a knife and took out the pulp inside.
Durian was a fruit, but its popularity was limited to Asia. For example, in Europe and the United States, if you brought durian to the library, the library was likely to be closed because they suspected that there was poisonous gas.
If you ate it at home? That was still possible, but if your "kind" neighbor smelled it, they might help you call the police.
Chen Ze was fine. The taste of durian was still acceptable to him. Chen Ze didn't do anything first, but he tasted a piece and nodded with satisfaction. This durian was still very good.
Durians grew on trees, but durians generally fell from the trees at night when there were no people around. Otherwise, if it fell during the day, it would be very scary.
Of course, now there was also a net on the durian tree to prevent any durians from taking things too hard and deciding to challenge the laws of nature. Would it be more exciting to jump down during the day?
"Do you want to try making a popsicle?" Chen Ze touched his chin. This was not Chen Ze talking nonsense. There was indeed a durian popsicle now. Chen Ze had eaten it once.
However, after eating it, Chen Ze regretted it. First of all, in this durian popsicle, Chen Ze didn't eat the durian pulp. Instead, he ate the coconut. The durian flavor was quite strong, but it was similar to durian candy.
Chen Ze looked at the durian in front of him and felt that it was a good choice to make a durian popsicle. Then, Chen Ze took out a durian. After a simple treatment, he inserted a wooden stick into it and put it in the freezer.
Of course, it was another small fridge. Chen Ze did not want his frozen meat to smell like durian when he took it out.
"Then I'll make a durian chicken with the remaining durian." Chen Ze clapped his hands and thought that this idea was good.
Durian Chicken. Although it sounded a little weird, this dish actually belonged to the category of raised lettuce. When Chen Ze checked the recipe for the first time, his eyes almost popped out.
However, when he thought of the nutritional value of durian, he felt that there was nothing strange.
Chen Ze thought about it. Durian Chicken was a dish that depended on the individual. The amount of durian was the key ingredient. It completely depended on the chef and the diner.
"Let … let's put three? Three should be enough. "Chen Ze clapped his hands and thought that this idea was good. No more, no less.
Then, Chen Ze began to process the durian chicken according to the recipe, and Betty's nightmare began.
In the beginning, the smell of durian in the kitchen was the strongest. Betty stood in the dining room and could still breathe smoothly.
But she didn't expect that after a while, as Chen Ze added the durian into the soup, the strong durian smell spread out and soon filled the entire dining room on the first floor.
Betty's face turned green. She suddenly felt that Chen Ze's kitchen with a large row of empty spaces wasn't so good. At least, the smell couldn't be locked.
"Store Manager … please be a human …" Betty held the wall in pain. She felt that she didn't dare to use her nose now.
"You can just touch this." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, but he also knew that the smell of his dish was too strong, so he handed the nose protection slate to Betty.
Betty felt a lot better, but she looked at the durian in the pot. She was still very disgusted. Her disgusted eyes couldn't be hidden.
"Manager, if I didn't see where this thing came from, I would have thought that you were learning from Old Eight. You've even started to cook that." Betty curled her lips. She couldn't accept this dish from a physiological point of view.
"Don't think too much. This is a raw vegetable, and it is said that if you use its shell to cook soup, it can also beautify and nourish your skin." Chen Ze's expression didn't change as he cooked the durian chicken in the pot.
Beauty was the pursuit of most women. Since ancient times, there had been cosmetics like rouge and many so-called exclusive beauty secrets.
In modern times, beauty treatments were even wilder. It was normal to get face-thinning injections and double eyelids. There were even a lot of people who went to Korea for plastic surgery.
However, not everyone was willing to spend money on expensive beauty treatments, so some beauty remedies that sounded reasonable began to become popular.
Using durian shells to cook soup also came from these remedies.
"Oh, forget it. We Succubi don't need beauty treatments." Betty shook her head with a face full of confidence.
As the race with the greatest charm in the Negative Plane, Betty was confident in her ability to do so.
Chen Ze glanced at her. To be precise, he glanced at Betty's chest.
There was no difference compared to Dragan's. They were equally flat.
"Manager … What are you looking at …" Betty was speechless. She noticed the pity in Chen Ze's eyes.
"Airport runway," Chen Ze answered directly.
"… Ahhhhhh!!" Betty was about to go crazy. She now knew the meaning of airport runway.
"Okay, have a taste." Chen Ze scooped up a spoonful of durian chicken soup and handed it to Betty.
"Manager, do you want to ruin this pot of soup?" Betty looked at Chen Ze expressionlessly.
"What do you mean?" Chen Ze was a little confused.
"If I drink it, I will definitely vomit, and then I will vomit …" Betty didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was very clear.
"Okay, you win."
Chen Ze picked up the spoon and tasted it. The durian taste was quite strong, but it was acceptable.
[You made a good durian chicken. Home cooking experience increased by 7 points.]
Chen Ze was stunned. Durian chicken was a home cooking dish? At first, Chen Ze thought it was a Southeast Asian cuisine.
Chen Ze picked up a piece of chicken and tasted it. Very good. It was cooked well, but it was a little sweet. Chen Ze didn't like sweet meat very much.
Except for sweet and sour pork ribs, at least chicken Chen Ze didn't like sweet meat.
"Manager, I'll eat … Ugh …" The door was pushed open.
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