Chapter 89: Raising 1 animal is no different from raising 1 herd

　　 A large bag of refined flour, a whole piece of pork belly, and various kinds of vegetables...Although they are all 3D printed with a catering machine or even a workbench, they are not much different in terms of appearance.
　　In terms of taste, these artificial food ingredients are definitely not comparable to natural ones, even if the nutrients in them are generally the same. But when the Rong Xiang picked up the kitchen knife and started to chop meat, everyone's eyes looked at the Rong Xiang...It was as if they were looking at a real master.
The gourmet masters of this era still stay at the level of operating the catering machine to compile food, and those who can really use the actual kitchen utensils to make'original' cooking to make food, in the hearts of everyone, are the ability that only the top historians can have. ...It is so sad that even cooking in this era is the patent of historians! Only they will find some ‘primitive’ cooking methods from the old papers of some ancient documents, and produce something inexplicably random in shape and taste in a way that seems very inefficient in the eyes of modern people.
But now Rong Xiang’s feeling is definitely not so unreliable. Every process he does seems to be a classic after hard work, especially when he uses a little hot water to knead the dough... that white His dough was quickly beaten into various shapes in his hands, and in the process, every gluten was opened and evenly beaten, as if it were a very deep combat skill.
　　 And when the thin-skinned dumplings were thrown in the boiling water, the people around couldn't help but surrounded them... They had been watching for nearly two hours, and their stomachs were groaning with hunger. But no one is willing or daring to disturb the operation of the Rong Elephant, because in their eyes this seems to be a mysterious ritual, full of ancient and desirable charm.
　　 Rong Xiangjian just made dumplings and squeezed these ‘earth turtle’s, and he even remembered the civilization of the flower growers in his heart. Only when you lose that familiar environment can you know how precious the things you used to be.
"Okay, cook for a while and you can start eating." He clapped his hands and drove away the dumbfounded gazes of everyone staring at the cauldron...At this moment he felt that he was very rich, a kind of spiritual wealth. .
　　 "I said Rong Xiang, I wanted to ask before, where did you learn the recipes of your strange and delicious things, and the process of making dumplings now?" Xue Luo said honestly.
Regarding this question, Rong Xiang had already thought about how to answer when he decided to promote flower-growing food, so he seemed to answer without thinking: "Because my mother, she is a businessman, but I have a very interesting hobby...that is, whenever I drive the Rose Yiren to a place to buy or sell, I will try my best to collect the fragments of ancient civilizations circulating on that planet. Even if there is no actual record, it is only a story circulated among the people. Fortunately, she will record it very carefully... Over time, she will always sort out some special things."
"So, are these'flower-growing dishes' sorted out by your mother?" Xue Luo didn't quite believe it. After all, if you want to restore a delicacy from the old paper pile, even the top historians don't necessarily Can succeed, let alone a businesswoman? After all, when mankind loses the earth’s home planet, all the ingredients that were once accustomed to it are also lost.
But Rong Xiang was already prepared for this. He opened the lid of the pot and said: "It is indeed not complete. The documents in the records are only the kitchen utensils, tableware and the production steps of some dishes at the time, but the taste of them There is no record of the smell. It is indeed almost impossible to restore that kind of dishes without ancient human ingredients."
　　 "Then why are you...cuckoo~" Xueluo didn't finish speaking, but his belly screamed.
"My mother taught me theories, and it was only after I became a super soldier that I thoroughly integrated these things... After all, I now have a +6 sense of smell and a +7 sense of taste!" Mentioned his two attributes profoundly.
But everyone smelled the fragrance of the freshly cooked dumplings, but they all showed the expressions of sudden realization... Ordinary people are indeed difficult to restore those ancient dishes, but with the enhanced sense of smell and taste of the super fighter, it is different. That's it! How could the dishes prepared according to their keen sense of taste and smell be so bad?
Super soldier is the direction of human evolution. This is already the common cognition of all people in this era, and Rong Xiang’s performance at this time only further deepens everyone’s sense of identity with this cognition...Sure enough~www.mtlnovel .com~ The so-called historical master who restores ancient culture, it is better to let the super fighters come part-time!
　　 Although Rong Xiang is a bit inexplicable that he has become a master of history in everyone's mind just by relying on the delicious dishes of a few kinds of Huajia dishes, he will definitely not care about this ‘misunderstanding’. And when he brought the dumplings, his apartment became a battlefield with hidden swords and shadows!
　　 Strong and strong is like his charge. Move quickly and accurately, then hug a plate of dumplings and pour them into your mouth... No matter what, let's talk about it first, you can taste it slowly!
Then there was Chun, as if the silhouette grabbed a plate of dumplings, and just wanted to eat... Seeing Xueluo's pathetic squeeze by Qiang Gang, he could only send it to him respectfully... Rong Xiang knew it too. It turned out that this Sanwu sister was actually Xueluo's personal bodyguard, and it was said that she was a dead man trained by Xueluo's father since she was a child.
But the most powerful is Big Sister Bloodsmoke Aya, she directly used her ability to perceive first, grabbing the most seemingly plate of dumplings before everyone else, and then eating it happily... She ate the entrance The delicate, plump and juicy dumplings suddenly changed the impression of Rong Xiang in my heart... The boy paper who can cook is really worthy of love.
However, Chun was pitiful in this way, as she did not... But Rong Xiang had already made another pot, and then brought the freshly cooked dumplings to the silent and expressionless Chun and went down...soon, There was another girl who gobbled up.
And watching everyone enjoying the food he made, Rong Xiang didn’t eat it himself, but enjoyed another sense of satisfaction... He found that he actually liked watching others devour what he made, which made him kind of... ...The feeling of feeding pets!