After my divorce, I awakened to the most powerful food system!

Chapter 216

It turned out to be killing fish........

Shen Jing'an stuck out her tongue, she was afraid to see that kind of bloody scene.

When she returned to her hometown during the Chinese New Year, when her grandfather killed chickens, she never went to see it, and hid far away.

The smell is fishy and unpleasant on the one hand, but the main thing is that you will empathize, as if your neck has been cut.

But when eating, Gaga Xiang can show off a few big bowls.

Master Liu drank the soy milk directly, burped, patted his stomach, and stood up.

"Haha, Master Shen, I have to say, your soy milk is so delicious, I drink it again."

Master Liu stood still and slowed down for a while: "That's okay, Master Shen, I'll go back first." "

Okay, go slowly." Shen Yi nodded.

Master Liu waved his hand, walked out of the store, got into the car, and obviously had some difficulty when wearing his seat belt.

The car shook.

Then he lunged forward, paused again, and drove away slowly.

All the ingredients are available.

Shen Yi is ready to start making steamed buns, soy milk, and Dongpo elbows.

Convenient for waiting for sale.

Shen Jingan was quite interested when he saw that his brother was going to cook.

I grabbed a small plastic stool and ran to the edge of the kitchen to sit.

"Brother, are you making buns now?"

Seeing Shen Yi take out a bag of flour, Shen Jing'an asked.

"Yes, I'll make a dough now, and I'll start to do it after I'm awake."

Shen Yi explained.

Wash and dry your hands.

Pour flour and water into an iron basin and stir well.

It was slimy a second ago.

In the next second, in Shen Yi's flexible and swift technique, the batter was quickly kneaded into an elastic dough.

Shen Jingan couldn't understand it, but she was shocked.

After all, there is a contrast!

The three meals a day at home are all made by my mother Fang Meng.

Occasionally, on weekends, Fang Meng would make some steamed buns in the morning.

Shen Jing'an has seen it, and when he made the face, he was far worse than his brother.

"My son's technique is good, where did you learn it?"

Fang Meng didn't know when he came over, and put his arm on Shen Jing'an's shoulder.

Seeing her son's hand and face, her eyes lit up.

Fang Meng loves to cook all kinds of food.

Shen Jing'an occasionally swiped some food videos on the comics, and would call her when she was drooling.

"I figured it out when I was bored at home."

For lying to his mother, Shen Yi still felt a little guilty in his heart.

The whole body is a little uncomfortable.

After all, my mother said that she was honest when she met people, and she would not lie since she was a child.

But you can't expose the system, right?

The old mother probably took him to the hospital to see a psychiatric department.

"Awesome, I'll just say, my son is so smart, three hundred and sixty lines, as long as he is interested, he can become the champion."

"By the way, do you have any skills for kneading noodles?" Fang Meng asked.

Shen Yi smiled, thought about it, sorted out his thoughts, and explained to Fang Meng.

Concise and clear theoretical knowledge, coupled with real-time live demonstrations, is simple and easy to understand, even ordinary people who have not been in contact with it can quickly master the basic skills.

Fang Meng nodded frequently, completely understanding.

Roll up your sleeves and try it yourself.

The white case pasta is a gap in her food puzzle.

Now with the explanation of my baby son, I can finally make up for it today.

Although the hands and noodles are far from Shen Yi's kneading, they are much easier than before.

As long as you strengthen your practice, there is still room for improvement.

"My son is just amazing, he can be a teacher." Fang Mengle hehe.

Teacher...

Shen Yi shook his head and sighed slightly in his heart.

Originally, he wanted to stay on campus and become a university teacher after getting his doctorate.

But..........

However, Fang Meng's words gave him a little inspiration.

What if you opened a school that teaches the art of making food?

Well, it's too early to think about that.

I still have very little food to master.

Let's wait until one day we empty half of the food in the system, and then think about it.

In other words, with the revenue from this morning and noon, there should be enough points for the two draws.

I don't know what kind of food I can win this time?

Thoughts flashed, Shen Yi shook his head, no longer thinking about this, and returned to what he wanted to do in front of him.

The dough quickly rose well, and during this time, Shen Yi also boiled the soy milk.

The minced meat, skin and jelly were also prepared, and the buns began to be wrapped.

Fang Meng looked at this step very carefully.

Shen Yi noticed it and slowed down a bit.

But even so, it still made Fang Meng and Shen Jingan stunned.

"Brother is so powerful, how can this be wrapped in one turn."

"Son, you slow down, Mom didn't see clearly."

Shen Yi couldn't cry or laugh: "I'm already very slow."

"Dude, how can you learn to brag." Shen Jing'an was a little unconvinced.

"If you don't believe it, that's good."

Shen Yi makes steamed buns, and he doesn't use the limit of explosive speed.

That's all muscle memory, and you can't even keep up with your eyes.

But that's a lot of effort, after all, how can anyone keep amplifying the moves?

Usually only eight minutes of speed is used.

In order to show Fang Meng carefully just now, it only took five points of speed!

Pull out a small agent that is exactly the same as before.

With a push of the rolling pin, a perfect dough with a moderate amount of elasticity appears.

Spread it out in your hand, it is translucent and beautiful, and scoop two spoonfuls of the adjusted meat filling.

Shen Yi smiled slightly: "Look at it, don't blink."

Shen Jingan blinked and nodded: "Brother, you can start pretending."

Fang Meng also squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

In the next second, I saw Shen Yi's left wrist shake.

The dough is stressed, with the meat filling, and rotates in the palm of the hand.

In slow motion, drops of sparkling gravy fly vertically.

The right hand quickly followed, and the slender fingers had distinct joints and were very beautiful.

But at the moment it is completely unclear.

It's just a blur, as if doing a kneading motion.

The prototype of the soup dumpling is gradually three-dimensional.

But with a breath, the juice fell back.

Thirty-six perfect pleats complete the closure.

Shen Yi pinched the folds at the top and lifted it, and the soup bun was pulled up.

As soon as I threw it away, the soup bag fell on the board and bounced up directly.

There is no sign of falling apart.

This proves that the seal is perfect.

There is no decline in quality due to the increase in speed.

Shen Jingan was dumbfounded.

What the old brother said turned out to be true.

She just had a flick of the eye, and then she poured the soup bag and pinched it.

"Mom, do you see clearly?" Shen Jingan asked.

"Nope."

Fang Meng shook his head and picked up the soup packet, which felt very good and elastic.

The shock in my heart has not disappeared, and it is still a little incredible.

My son's cooking skills are too good!

Shen Yi was a little proud, and said with a smile: "How about it, your brother and I didn't lie to you, right?" "

Brother, you're amazing!"

Shen Jingan gave a thumbs up, and then took out a new phone.

"Brother, you do it again, I'm going to take a picture and post it on Moments."

Shen Yi did not refuse.

Here again came Shen Jing'an, and Shen Jing'an called it awesome.

Under the slow-motion replay of the mobile phone, she and Fang Meng saw it clearly.

has a very clear understanding of Shen Yi's power.

That's awesome!