Ascension

Chapter 72 Black Bamboo Rice Balls (First Order!)
In the kitchen, the elegant bamboo fragrance overflows, sweeter than the morning dew, the more you smell it, the more aftertaste it will be.

Mr. Yehan looked at the little tadpoles in the kettle with some amusement.

This guy obviously wasn't driven by instinct, but purely out of curiosity, wanting to know what they were eating.

The result is obvious. The green glutinous rice, which is sweet and soft to the human taste, seems to be a useless waste for pure white tadpoles.

Gulp gurgling, swallowing and spitting water.

It took a while to feel that my mouth was not so sticky, and I didn't want to try again after saying anything.

"Huazhu, look after it, don't distract me anymore."

"Yes, my lord."

The desert witch gently held the kettle with her tongs, and held it in her arms with her big arms.

The little tadpole suddenly understood something, and stopped running around and spitting water rashly.

Just like that, a chubby little head poked out, blinking eyes the size of rice grains, observing secretly.

｜д)!!
"start!"

Mr. Ye Han pulled out a white sweat belt from nowhere, and tied it on his forehead with a sense of ritual.

Then weigh the cooked cyan glutinous rice, confirm that there is no problem with the weight, and divide 25 parts evenly.

Open the chilled storage cabinet and take out the diced peanut essence, purple sweet potato and radish, shredded lettuce, and shredded sesame seeds.

Then poured out three catties of crocodile floss from the jar kept at room temperature.

Throw it all into a large bowl, stirring constantly.

A magical scene happened, these mostly solid ingredients gradually turned into a viscous liquid.

Various colors, eventually tending to purple yellow.

Mr. Yehan didn't dare to be careless, maximizing the output of super spirituality, covering the entire kitchen tightly.

He started to heat up the wok, poured in the sauce prepared by honey, golden pepper sesame oil, and sea shrimp soy sauce in a ratio of 3:2:1, and strictly controlled the temperature of the flame.

When a strange aroma rose, he quickly used his chopsticks to pick up the blue rice ball and threw it into the stirred mucus.

Immerse for five seconds, take it out immediately, and throw it into the pot in one go.

"Crackling-"

The oil splashed everywhere, like a violent creature suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, and the whole boiler made a protesting sound.

Mr. Ye Han ignored it, and continued to pick up the rice balls and throw in the mucus...and repeated this process over and over again.

While the fifth rice ball was starting to fry, he started to flip the first rice ball.

The flower candles not far away suddenly noticed that the smell of bamboo in the air became stronger, and the concentration was increasing every minute.

"Wow—"

The bright green light was short-lived.

When the tenth rice ball started to be fried, the No. [-] rice ball that was put in first suddenly shrank, from the size of a noodle bowl to the size of a fist.

Mr. Yehan showed a slight smile, took it out quickly, and placed it between two washed bamboo leaves to let it cool naturally.

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

The visions of delicious food appeared one after another, and light green smoke visible to the naked eye began to float in the kitchen, and the refreshing bamboo aroma was everywhere.

An hour later, Mr. Yehan turned off the boiler.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the twenty dark green rice balls neatly arranged on the table, and smiled with relief.

Not bad, failed five.

The 80% success rate is in line with the pre-estimated loss value.

"Bah-"

Mr. Yehan picked up the No. [-] rice ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

The moment the teeth bite, the bursting aroma rushes into the esophagus, reaching the depths of the internal organs.

Especially in the heart, it was icy cold and numb for a while, as if there were bugs crawling inside.

The flowers and candles did not dare to breathe out, and watched intently. There seemed to be green lightning piercing through Ye Hanjun's dark jade eyes.

They whizzed past without leaving a trace, and the face that was originally as pale as snow suddenly became more bloody.

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-"

Mr. Yehan stretched his back, and several joints made the sound of frying chestnuts.

He was like a young dragon that had been bowed for a long time, and finally got up slowly from the prostrate posture.

Although there is still a long way to go before the fullness of blood, but compared to the feeling of crippled and precarious, a trace of vitality has already been recovered.

"Huh...comfortable!"

Mr. Ye Han was not stingy with his praise.

Thinking back a few days ago, when he first arrived at Canghai Pavilion, he vomited blood every hundred steps.

Jia Bangbang, who accompanied him, once thought he had the plague.

Even yesterday, when he followed Dan Muer and Si Kongwei to the primary refining workshop.

Running for just a few hundred meters would also cause pain in his chest.

Now...let's stop for a while.

Black bamboo rice balls, this is a recipe developed by an amazingly talented "cook" who died halfway.

It is said that because the descendants were poor and sold their properties, the secret recipes left behind were turned around several times, and finally ended up in the Ye family.

Although it is said that the amazing talents of the outside world are not taken seriously by the "Mingdeng Yeshi" who has the title of the first ancestor.

As long as the direct descendants can borrow this recipe, it is not included in the treasure house as the core inheritance of the family heritage.

But this time node undoubtedly helped a lot.

"So it's food for conditioning the body?" Huazhu was surprised.

"Yes!" Lord Ye Han sighed with a smile:

"Black bamboo rice balls have a good effect of nourishing qi and nourishing blood."

"Each one can be compared to the highest-ranking pills of the same rank."

"Continuously taking it for a period of time, my dilapidated body will definitely improve, and I hope to regain my strength and make a comeback."

"It's just a pity." Mr. Yehan said with a little regret:
"Black bamboo rice balls are only suitable for human consumption, at most some petite demihumans will be added."

"Witch family, eating it has no effect."

Huazhu shook her head, looked down at the wound on her chest, and smiled:
"My lord, you don't have to worry about me. The few days I stayed in the contracted space were the times when I slept most peacefully in recent years."

"The only bit of pain is nothing to me, and it's even more negligible compared to the runaway. It only took three to five days, and it passed away in a flash."

"makes sense."

Mr. Ye Han nodded, thought for a while, this seemed to be an opportunity to popularize scientific knowledge, and continued to narrate:
"I can make this recipe because of two reasons."

"First, the owner of this recipe is at least the fifth rank. Such a person specializes in developing recipes for low ranks. All kinds of parameters that are refined to the extreme are already a dimensionality reduction blow."

"Second, my perception is stronger, which covers passive powers such as "temperature control" and "smell perception" in a sense, and assisting from the side can help improve the success rate. "

"Of course, it can't be compared with a real chef."

"They also have active powers such as "dexterous hands" and "efficient cooking". As long as they get all the parameters of the recipe, they can basically achieve a 100% success rate, and the final food effect will also be strengthened. It can increase the effect by 15% to 20%..."

"Yay~~~Yee~~~"

The heated cooking battle has officially come to an end.

The little tadpole escaped from the clutches of the little black hat and wandered around a pile of rice balls.

When it confirmed that I still had no interest at all, I felt bored.

As a last resort, it wandered around in every corner of the kitchen, starting its own little tadpole adventure, looking east and west, watching the world with its own eyes, and entertaining itself is equally happy.

Mr. Yehan, who finished his lecture, began to wrap the rice balls with bamboo leaves and packed them one by one.

As a miraculous food, its derived properties cannot be kept constant according to common sense.

For example, "shelf life", this is an unavoidable problem.

The best tasting period of black bamboo rice balls is only three days, and after low-temperature storage, it can be extended to seven days at most.

Once exceeded, the effect of the food will be greatly reduced, and it will lose its value within a day or two.

So, no special cases.

For this batch of black bamboo rice balls, Mr. Yehan took one a day, at most seven.

Keep two for emergencies.

The remaining ten must be dealt with as soon as possible.

But before that...

Mr. Yehan took off his sweat towel and washed his hands with floral soap.

After making sure that there is no dirt under the nails, open the door of the villa and look straight to the left.

"Humph! Humph!"

"Humph! Humph!"

On the spacious road outside the door, a "toothed deer" with huge fangs was walking towards here with great difficulty, with its antlers on its back and four hooves stomping on the ground.

There are a total of ten thick and long ropes tied to its body.

At the other end of the rope is a giant box, 30 meters long, [-] meters wide, and [-] meters high, black in color with a slight rust.

"Hey, little girl, why are there so many things..."

"It's a loss, a loss, a big loss..."

"Little girl, there are old and young in our family, and there are more than a dozen mouths waiting for us to feed. Can you add some money, we will definitely lose money..."

The toothed deer walked forward slowly, and the few people walking behind gradually revealed their whereabouts.

The leader was a strong man with five big and three thick, with bare arms and sweating profusely.

He wrinkled his big dark face and tried to plead with the person next to him.

"But... isn't the price agreed in advance?"

Mr. Yehan naturally couldn't be more familiar with the person who was talking to him.

Emerald green short hair, pink ostrich, such an iconic combination, who else but Su Mei.

"Uncle, you are wrong."

"I have already confirmed with you at the beginning. I have a lot of things to move, and I have already increased the price once on this basis."

"Why did you guys come to sit on the ground and raise the price again when we got to the place? Could it be that I'm a student and think I'm easy to bully?"

"Where is it."

The strong man begged for mercy first, then sighed:

"Look at my Toothed Deer, he's so tired, I'm afraid he won't be able to pick up work these two days."

"How could I have thought that your goods are so many and so heavy."

"Yes... this is my negligence, I shouldn't blame the guests, but this... I can't help it..."

"Oh? Is there really no way?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded, the strong man was taken aback, and couldn't help but look back.

"Master Han!"

Su Mei, who was harassed beyond measure, showed a tinge of joy when she heard the words.

She patted the ostrich's neck, the ostrich understood, and stopped in front of the terrifying Two-legged beast, stood up straight with her head held high.

(End of this chapter)