Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 854

Feng Lan looked at the snake people encouragingly, and Qing Qing immediately stepped forward, "Me! I do!"

What could go wrong with a piece of fried meat? With this mentality, Feng Lan let the green-haired orc take action with confidence.

"I'm Qingqing, is it okay to cut it like this?"

Qingqing would carefully ask Feng Lan for advice with every step she took, even asking her about details like the thickness of the meat. Feng Lan answered patiently. After seeing that the thickness of each piece of meat was evenly distributed with an error of no more than 0.5mm, she felt that she was a good candidate. Following the grain was as easy as breathing for a snake person.

"Very good, each piece of meat is very well proportioned." Feng Lan picked up a piece and examined it. It was even translucent. If it were used to make Lanzhou beef noodles in modern times, a piece of beef would probably last a year...

"Is this much salt okay?" Qingqing placed the salt, sugar, garlic, ginger and oil exactly as Feng Lan had just sprinkled them, even the size of the ginger cloves were exactly the same.

"A little less, because this piece of meat is thinner than the one I cut just now, and it absorbs the flavor more easily than thicker slices of meat."

"now what?"

"...That's enough." Seeing Qingqing reducing the amount cautiously, Feng Lan felt something was wrong. Was she being too cautious?

If they were to actually cook, would a snake person be confused by the words "right amount", "a little", "almost", and "a spoonful" in a recipe?

The cooking that followed further proved this point.

“Is this oil time fixed?”

"No, it's about time to start when the oil is bubbling and steam is coming up. Ahem, that's the standard."

"So is this meat fried for a fixed thirty-five times?"

"No, you can add the vegetables after the meat changes color."

"This final sprinkle of salt..."

"A small pinch is enough, you can add more or not."

“Does this pot need to be cleaned every time?”

"Where's the paste?"

"Is the sugar a fixed size or a fixed amount? Can this sugar be replaced with powder? It takes a long time to melt."

“Do I need to add this much water every time?”

"……besides……"

When the tempting aroma began to waft from the pot of stew, Feng Lan finally taught Qingqing and several other orcs how to prepare a big pot of rice with great difficulty.

They are all served in pots, one serving of stir-fried shredded pork and mixed meat slices, one serving of coriander meatball soup, one serving of sweet and sour spare ribs, and one serving of braised pork.

Of course, none of these flavors are as tempting as the aroma of the braised meat in the biggest pot that is constantly emitting fragrance.

At this moment, the outside was already crowded with snake people, some of them were in human form, and some simply turned into their original forms and shrunk in from the gaps and hung on the murals on the dome, their small eyes fixed on the cauldron below.

"His-"

"Hiss-"

"You can smell it, but don't let your saliva drip into the pot." Qingqing wiped the corner of her mouth casually, and after confirming that no saliva was flowing out, she warned the snake people hanging above with a serious face.

"It smells so good, now we can eat it."

"Sizzle, sizzle, it smells much better than the rice I made before. I feel like I can eat a whole pot by myself!"

"It smells so good, it feels like a dream... sniff..."

"The food is ready, right? Why haven't we started eating yet? It's already this late. It doesn't matter if it's not cooked yet. I can eat it anyway..."

Feng Lan ignored the commotion outside. She took a few gray fruits out of the fire with her bare hands, broke them open, and a fragrant aroma wafted into her nose, revealing the flesh inside that had been burnt by flames. It was the flesh that looked very much like rice.

She glanced at the sky outside. The drizzle had stopped, but there was still a lot of water on the ground. It wasn't very convenient to eat in the kitchen...

"Can we take the pot outside to eat?"

Feng Lan asked Qingqing next to her, if they ate here, she was worried that the snakes in front would be squeezed together and the people behind would run out of food before they could eat.

"Okay, we can do this." Qingqing took over readily, and picked up the big pot with several other females in charge of cooking. Some of them removed the door panels familiarly, and some took out bowls, chopsticks and big spoons from the cabinet. Seeing their actions, the snakes outside instantly became agitated, knowing that it was time to eat.

"Wow, we can finally eat!"