Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 161
The afternoon was fleeting.

Jiang Yun and his four temporary teammates made it to the top of the five rows, going on a crazy winning streak.

He trained a lot of heroes, Guan Yu, Li Bai, Ma Chao, Yun Zhongjun and Arthur, and so on.

Although the heroes have different versions and strengths, with the help of "Innate Divination Deduction", Jiang Yun basically killed the generals, and turned the Xingyao Bureau into a man-machine, and rushed directly to the king.

For the first time, the water friends in the live broadcast room saw Jiang Yun's terrifying hand speed and incredible prediction.

"Good guy, even if I've been single for 50 years, and I've developed a unicorn arm, my hand speed probably won't be as fast as the Taoist priest."

"I feel that Taoist leader's prediction and command ability have reached the level of professional players, so strong!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L l l I t h e w i t h e r

At 5:30, Jiang Yun gave each of the four teammates a friend slot, promised to play together when they had time, and then downloaded and cooked.

Village Chief Jiang sent a lot of food, so he planned to cook a pot of home-cooked stew.

"Little Martial Uncle, I've washed all the dishes and cut the meat. You have to do the job of cooking the spoon." Chen Shilei took off his apron and said embarrassedly.

"Everyone's approach is about the same level, you don't have to be so modest." Jiang Yun took the apron.

"Brother Jiang, you don't know Daoist Chen's cooking skills. The dishes he cooks are authentic Goubuli."

"You have to do the job of cooking. After all, the gap between people is bigger than that of dogs." Guo Ming stood at the door of the kitchen. He recalled the meals he ate, covered his mouth, and retched several times in a row. Voice.

"Brother Guo, is it that unpalatable?"

"It's not a question of whether it's unpalatable or not. The main reason is that Chen Daochang has a big brain and the dishes he makes are very innovative."

Guo Ming looked at the little senior sister Bai Jing who was watering the flowers and plants in the backyard, and sighed: "Spicy fish scales, fermented radish skin, braised fat sea... oh... Fortunately, Bai Jing is here, otherwise I will starve to death in Tianyuan Taoist temple."

Daoist Chen Shilei blushed and did not refute. He muttered indistinctly: A dog biting Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart.

Your kid is not recovering from a serious illness, and Pindao will make you some nourishing medicinal food, but you don't know what to do.

Jiang Yun was in a cold sweat listening to it, and the water friends in the live broadcast room also shouted to open their eyes.

"I seriously doubt that Chen Daochang studied new dishes according to Chef Li's recipe at Tongfu Inn."

"I can still accept the fermented radish skin, but what the hell is the braised fat sea?"

"If you want to grab someone's heart, you have to grab someone's stomach. I really love Dao Chang's cooking skills."

"Curious, are boys who can cook really popular with girls?"

Guo Ming and Chen Daochang were talking, and they went to the front yard to learn martial arts.

Seeing that they were gone, Jiang Yun closed the kitchen door and started to heat up the oil.

While he was heating the oil, he took out a packet of dried chili noodles from the cabinet, poured it into a small bowl, and added salt, white sesame seeds, chicken essence and thirteen spices to it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my master went to Yunyou in Shaanxi a few years ago, learned a skill of spicy oil, and taught it to me when he came back."

"I have to say that Shaanxi's oily and spicy peppers are really delicious. Whether it's noodles, stir-fried vegetables or even steamed buns, if you add a little in it, it's delicious!"

After the oil in the pan is [-]% hot.

Jiang Yun turned the fire to low, took a shallot, cut the onion into wider slices, and threw it into the oil pan.

Fry on low heat until it is browned, and remove the shallots. At this time, the whole kitchen is full of a strong fragrance of shallots.

Xiaobai sniffed around in the kitchen, but couldn't find the source of the fragrance, just like a chicken who couldn't find a melon in a melon field.

"Every layman, before making spicy oil, you must turn on the range hood in the kitchen and turn on the maximum power!"

After Jiang Yun finished warning, he took a clean spoon without water, scooped up a lot of oil, and slowly poured it into the small half bowl of prepared chili noodles.

Small red bubbles appeared in the chili noodles, which was very attractive. After most of the oil was poured in, the water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly found a very serious problem.

"Daoist, your oil temperature is too high, and the oily peppers have turned black!"

"The oily peppercorns in Xi'an Hotel are all red, why is the oily pepperoni from the Taoist priest a bit black?"

"I'm definitely a poisonous milk. I just praised the host for cooking well. I really didn't expect him to overturn so quickly."

Jiang Yun looked at the oily and hot peppers he had made. He smiled and didn't speak. Instead, he picked up a bottle of white vinegar next to him and added some to the bowl.

stab...

When the high-temperature oily spicy pepper meets white vinegar, a burst of white water mist is stirred up.

After the mist dissipated, the oily peppercorns, which were dark just now, had turned bright red, with white sesame seeds floating on them, very attractive.

Most of the water friends in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded, only the locals in Xi'an, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised, and a mysterious smile appeared on their faces.

"The Daoist's oily and spicy hand is really authentic, and I'm a little greedy."

"What's going on, why did you suddenly turn red? It's unscientific!"

"There are always people cooking in the kitchen and overturning the car, and then using spells to steal and save face."

"I don't know why, but my appetite suddenly came up. The little smell of oily and spicy rice should be scratched, it's almost there."

Jiang Yun used a white towel as a cushion, and pushed the ready-made bowl of oily spicy peppers aside to let it cool. He explained with a smile: "Every layman in the live broadcast room, Pindao would like to introduce a little secret recipe to you."

"Adding vinegar to the freshly prepared oily spicy peppers can turn red, adding alkali can make it spicy, adding honey can increase the viscosity, and adding white wine can increase the aroma."

"Don't ask me about the specific scientific principles. When my master taught me back then, he didn't tell me, don't eat this freshly made oily and spicy rice."

The water friends in the live broadcast room are a little curious, why can't they eat it?

"It is true that the principle of some things has not been proved, but it does not hinder wide application."

"For example, why bicycles don't fall over, why airplanes fly, why 1+1 equals 2, etc."

"I don't want to ask the scientific principle of adding white vinegar, I just want to ask why it can't be eaten?"

"Me too, as a cook, I only care about whether I can eat!"

Jiang Yun looked at the bowl of oily and hot peppers he had just made. He shook his head and said, "If you don't eat it, don't eat it. Why don't you believe in poverty."

"The oily spicy peppers that have just been made are really hot, and it is easy to burn your mouth when you eat them!"

The corner of the water friend's mouth twitched in the live broadcast room, and his mouth was burning... That: it really can't be eaten.

Jiang Yun spent half an hour cooking a big pot of homemade stew.

It is full of cabbage, beans, eggplant, pumpkin, tofu and sliced ​​pork.

Just simmer for 15 minutes, sprinkle some chopped green onion and coriander before serving, and it's ready to go.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yun's home-cooked stew and spicy peppers, and their mouths were watering.

After Guo Ming and Taoist Master Chen Shilei finished their discussion, they smelled the aroma of the rice and went straight to the kitchen.

After they saw the mess in the pot, they blurted out: "Brother Jiang, New Oriental, think about it?"

"Little uncle, have you considered switching careers to New Oriental?"

at the same time.

The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun came over with a bowl the size of a human head, and the old man also said: "Boy, you see that the old man is right, these two people also think that you should go to New Oriental for further studies."

"Your master's vision is not good. You are a good young chef. He insists on taking you on the road of no return to practice. What a waste of talent!"

(End of this chapter)