"I'm so tired today." Chen Ze stretched and lay on the bed without any intention of moving.
After returning from No.1 Middle School, Chen Ze went to the market to buy some ingredients he wanted. After all, he had already thought about what he wanted to cook in the future.
Oil-drenched Dried Rice, a dish that was not complicated but had some requirements for the heat and the quality of the dried rice.
Chen Ze's memory of Oil-drenched Dried Rice could be traced back to the last time he had dinner at home. After dinner, Chen Ze took out his phone and began to read novels. This was one of his few hobbies after work.
However, Chen Ze had a problem. When he read novels, he always liked to eat something, whether it was desserts or snacks. Chen Ze always felt that the novel would only taste good if he chewed something in his mouth.
At that time, Chen Ze would go to the kitchen to scoop up a bowl of cold rice and a few slices of Oil-drenched Dried Rice. He did not need any other dishes.
Chen Ze's impression of Oil-drenched Dried Rice was that it was a dish suitable for rice. If eaten alone, it would be a little salty.
However, its advantage was that it was easy to make. He only needed to cut the dried rice into small pieces, put it in oil, and add some garlic and ginger.
Therefore, Chen Ze was not worried that he would fail many times. Basically, as long as he mastered the appropriate heat, there would be no problem.
"Speaking of which, that culinary school seems to be not bad, but it's a little far from here." Chen Ze scratched his head. When he went to buy ingredients in the afternoon, he also looked up some information about culinary schools on his phone.
He found a few good schools, but they all had one thing in common. They were far from the city center. Chen Ze liked one of them. It was even in the suburbs.
"I regret not getting a driver's license in college." Chen Ze yawned. He felt that he was about to fall asleep.
Chen Ze looked at his phone. It was already 7 pm.
"I'll sleep for a while … I'll find a school tomorrow." Chen Ze took his phone to charge and then fell asleep.
The next day, Chen Ze woke up naturally. As usual, the alarm on his phone didn't work.
Chen Ze picked up his phone and looked at it. It was already 11: 30 in the afternoon.
"Let's get up and make some oil drizzled dry bread." After Chen Ze washed up simply, he walked into the kitchen.
Chen Ze picked up the kitchen knife and was a little hesitant. Generally speaking, oily dried meat could be cut into small pieces or slices. It was up to the chef to decide what to make.
"Should I slice it?" Chen Ze felt that he had difficulty making a choice, and it was the late-stage kind.
Chen Ze picked up the kitchen knife. During this period of time, he had cooked a lot. Chen Ze's cooking had finally changed from a novice who didn't dare to cut vegetables in the beginning, afraid that he would cut himself.
Up to now, Chen Ze could already slice quickly without worrying about cutting his hand, unless Chen Ze was distracted.
Not long after, a small plate of dried slices was cut and placed on the table.
Chen Ze began to cut the garlic and ginger again. These seasonings were also necessities.
Turning on the fire, Chen Ze heated the wok while wondering how long he should fry it.
Chen Ze felt that the most important thing about oily dried meat was the degree of heat. If it was too hot, it would be burnt too early. If the degree of heat was not good enough, it would affect the taste of oily dried meat.
Looking at the wok and oil that had been heated, Chen Ze poured the dried slices into it. Then, according to the recipe he found on Baidu, he also poured the garlic and ginger into it.
Not long after, Chen Ze carried out the first serving of oily dried meat.
[You made a barely acceptable oily dried meat. The experience of making a home-cooked dish increased by 3 points.]
Chen Ze scratched his head. This oily dried meat wasn't well made. At least, the system's evaluation wouldn't be wrong.
Chen Ze reckoned that there was a problem with the degree of heat. Chen Ze put the oily dried meat aside. He intended to eat it himself.
Chen Ze cooked it again. This time, he took a little longer to fry it.
[You made a barely acceptable oily dried meat. The experience of making a home-cooked dish increased by 3 points.]
Chen Ze raised his eyebrows and put aside the oily dried meat that was not done well.
Not long after, Chen Ze made the third serving of oily dried meat.
[You made a terrible oily dried meat. The experience of making a home-cooked dish increased by 1 point.]
Chen Ze took a little longer to fry it this time.
After making eight servings of oily dried meat, Chen Ze finally found the right heat and made the first serving of oily dried meat.
Chen Ze looked at the time. It was almost one o 'clock in the afternoon.
"Open the door. We haven't been open for business since yesterday." Chen Ze scratched his head and unlocked the door.
As soon as he unlocked it, the door was pushed open. A familiar figure walked in.
Looking at the figure's horns, tail, and wings, Chen Ze silently touched the Arcane Wisdom Slate. He couldn't understand Betty's language.
"Manager! I missed you so much! "Betty, the succubus, was wearing a maid outfit that had obviously been washed. She threw herself at Chen Ze.
Chen Ze silently turned around and dodged. He was going to get a plate of ordinary oily dried meat for Betty's employee meal.
"Manager, you've changed." Betty looked at Chen Ze as if she was about to cry. For a moment, Chen Ze wondered if he had done something to Betty before.
"I remember that I've never been interested in steel plates." Chen Ze hurriedly tried to distance himself. He didn't want to be known as a demonophile.
Betty blinked. She didn't understand what Chen Ze was talking about, but she had a feeling that Chen Ze was talking about her flat-chest.
"Manager, you're finally open." Before Betty could say anything, Sebastian pushed the door open and walked in.
Jussel also came with him. The two dragons always came in together.
"I still want the light cheesecake and Buffet. 100 servings of each!" Sebastian felt that he desperately wanted to eat Chen Ze's dishes.
"I'll take the same … By the way, did you come up with a new dish?" Jussel remembered the strange fragrance on Betty's body.
"Yes, that's right. We've come up with a new dish, Mapo Tofu and Oily Dried Meat. "Chen Ze nodded.
"Then we'll follow the same old rules and add two new dishes." Jussel was obviously a glutton.
Chen Ze suddenly sighed. When he bought the ingredients yesterday, fortunately, he added some hotpot seasoning. Otherwise, Jussel probably wouldn't be able to eat it this time.
"Tofu? Mapo Tofu? What's that? "Sebastian curiously moved his head over.
"It's similar to hotpot. It's a spicy dish." Chen Ze quickly answered Sebastian's question.
"Then I'll pass. I'll take 100 servings of light cheesecake and Buffet." Chen Ze didn't expect Sebastian, this black dragon, to be a dessert lover.
Maybe all black dragons like to eat sweet things? Chen Ze felt that he could try the water tofu pudding for Sebastian and Jussel next time to see if a sweet and savory war would break out.
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