Cyberpunk: 2075

"First put the pork belly in cold water to skim off the blood foam, then bring real water to Oliver. I want to use the best ingredients.

Just buy me a whole bucket! "

Carl responded, heating the wok on the induction cooker.

"Then blanch the water and remove the floating residue. Wait a minute, why is the fishy smell so strong? Wasn't this pig bled when it was killed?! What, this pig wasn't even castrated, my God!"

David sat on the sofa in the apartment, dumbfounded as he looked at Karl, who had a calm expression even when faced with cyberpsychosis. At this time, his face was full of collapse, and he felt that his inherent impression of Karl had changed again. A lot.

"Damn, dang, dang, this thing really sucks for me...:. Forget it, it's just fishy. At worst, I'll add more seasonings to remove the smell, cut the pieces into smaller pieces, and stir-fry as much as possible to let the seasonings penetrate in, but Bloody water, forget it, don’t boil it yet.

Jack, take an empty pot and pour cold real water and white vinegar into it. I'm going to soak it for a while, then take it out and wash it out. I hope this can remove more of the smell of blood. "

"As for why it's so troublesome, Karl...

"As for! By the way, didn't I buy a lot of corn? Bring the corn over here. My pot is empty. Pour the water in and let's cook the corn first."

Karl turned and looked at David: "David!"

"yes!"

Being stared at by Karl with that unquestionable gaze, David subconsciously stood up from the sofa.

"Go get that extra small bag I bought."

"What's the little bag?"

"It's marked with a small bag containing three spices: cinnamon, star anise, and bay leaves. Be careful when handling it, and I got a bag like that."

"clear."

Under Karl's command, several people were busy in Karl's apartment.

Originally, Oliver only thought that Carl was cooking and Carl was busy, but when he arrived, he discovered that Carl was basically using them as coolies and basically directed the whole process of what they should do.

"Karl, you are too lazy!"

Oliver couldn't help but complain, but under Karl's powerful gaze, he obediently carried out another of his requests.

"I'm in charge of serving the dishes. Of course you have to do this kind of thing. After dinner, you have to wash the pots and dishes."

Regarding Karl's words, Jack laughed indifferently:

"In the past, when I was at home, it was only on birthdays that I would formally help my mother cook serious dishes. I didn't expect that it wasn't even my birthday yet, so I could feel the feeling of being busy cooking."

"Don't worry, it will definitely taste delicious and you will definitely not be disappointed."

Karl promised quite confidently, and said words that made Oliver feel like he was stabbed in the heart again: "After all, it's okay for you to eat, but you can't bring it to Lao Wei, Mrs. Wells, and Misty." I feel wronged.”

"I don't want to be a guinea pig...:"

Oliver now only hopes that this thing that Carl has been looking forward to for a long time will really be so delicious.

"After the preparation is complete, heat the oil in a pan, add the cold oil and spices, and start frying slowly..."

The scent comes out.

"Bring me the pork belly I prepared."

Then start stir-frying to bring out the flavor of fat.

Then add the soy sauce, salt and rock sugar bought in Chinatown.

There are many ways to make braised pork. Some will put the sugar first and then the meat, but Carl's method is to put the meat first.

Then start to stir-fry until the sugar color is obtained.

"Stab it!"

Pour in the boiling water, reduce the heat to low, cover the pot, and start cooking.

"Is this all right, Carl?"

Jack asked as he watched Carl stop moving.

"In the end, I should actually pour some wine or tea water into it to remove the smell...but I don't have that condition.

So let’s just do this. "

"May I?"

"Braised pork is a dish that can be made in every household and can be made casually. There is no fixed process. Some people even add cola to it. Why not?"

"Yeah.

Jack didn't understand it very well, but he roughly memorized Carl's operation. If Misty found it delicious later, he could also learn to make it.

"The corn is cooked."

Oliver opened the lid of another pot and saw in a cloud of white mist the corns under the lid that were not crystal clear, but also yellow and beautiful. He couldn't wait to take out one, and then he almost got burned again. Just throw it away.

"I have never eaten real boiled corn. I only ate corn flour and flakes before."

Smelling the fresh smell of the corn leaf plant, Oliver broke it into two pieces after cooling for a while, and handed one piece to David and the other to Jack.

"Come and try David, and Jack, aren't you looking forward to this the most?

,

"Can I eat first?"

David took the half of the corn, a little embarrassed.

"There are plenty, don't worry, taste it first. If it tastes bad, we can add salt and cook it again.

Try boiling corn in salt water. "

When Oliver turned his attention back to the pot and was considering which corn to take, Jack had already begun to nibble on the corn. Looking at Jack's movements, David began to eat the corn in a learned way.

He had learned about corn as a plant at Arasaka Academy, and he didn't even gnaw it together with the handle. What he ate were the corn kernels on top, and the soft and glutinous texture of the corn inside made him feel like he was eating it almost as soon as he bit into it. It gave him a completely different feeling from food before.

To put it another way, when you eat this, you can really feel the taste of corn.

"It's a little sweet..."

"It tastes sweeter if you chew more starch."

Carl has good hands, so he doesn't get burned like Oliver, but his lips and teeth are not strong enough to touch the hot corn directly, so he eats the corn after it cools down for a while.

When the familiar taste came into his mouth, Carl felt that his heart suddenly emptied for a moment, and then...

"I feel like crying."

The familiar taste of the past, even in 2075, can I feel it.

He opened the lid of the pot, turned off the fire, and directly brought a pot of braised pork with beautiful sugar color to several people.

"Come and try it."

As he said this, he couldn't wait to take out the fried rice from takeout, and used chopsticks to pick up a piece of soft and rotten braised pork that was full of rich soup, and put it into his mouth with fried rice.

The soup from the meat soaked the distinctly grained fried rice, and the taste of the two was transmitted to the brain through the tongue when chewing in the mouth, making Carl unable to stop eating.

"Mercenaries, you really can't just eat vegetarian food."

Looking at Carl who was eating voraciously, Oliver made such an evaluation from the bottom of his heart.