Douluo Continuing The Seven Shrek Monsters' Road to Godhood

Oscar's lips twitched for a long time before he saw Ma Hongjun finally finished pouring the oil.

But at this moment, the oil in the pot was emitting thick smoke. Good guy, I obviously moved too slowly and the oil was already too hot. I was speechless! Ma Hongjun even made the most basic step of pouring oil very wrong.

Oscar quickly turned off the fire and interrupted Ma Hongjun, the great god, from performing his "demon magic", otherwise he might fry the ginger into black charcoal later. Then Oscar looked at Ma Hongjun like he was a fool, and said with a bitter smile: "Hahaha... One word, absolutely! Two words, absolutely amazing! Oh my god, fat man, can you be more amazing? You are so weird! You can't even pour any oil on me." If it can be so slow, your oil is already smoking and is overheated! If you put the ginger in like this, think about it, will it turn into charcoal?" Oscar said a lot incessantly and verbosely, Then he stopped taunting. But he was still extremely helpless. He gritted his teeth and sighed: "Ugh! I'm really speechless!"

After hearing this, Ma Hongjun's eyes dodge and he no longer talks back. His face is full of embarrassment and he scratches his head, "You should say it beforehand so that I can perform more effectively. But, I remember it now. Let me start again." Come once and you won’t go wrong.”

After that, Ma Hongjun cleaned the pot again, this time very neatly, and poured the oil in all at once. Although Oscar said that he added too much fuel, fortunately it was not a big problem.

Under Oscar's careful guidance, he added the ginger moth and quickly stir-fried it for a few seconds. It can be said that he has quick eyes and quick hands.

Between the electric light and flint, pour half a pot of water into it, and the aroma of ginger will no longer evaporate in an instant, and will be absorbed into the water.

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun didn't need Oscar's reminder this time and quickly put the winter melon slices into the pot. Boil for a while and sprinkle some salt before boiling. Thanks to Oscar's guidance, the amount of salt is just right.

After the water boils, add the five-spice powder and the aroma will come out. Then remove all the foam from the pot.

Finally, pour in the slightly irregularly chopped preserved eggs, and a minute later, Ma Hongjun arranges them on the plate in an orderly manner.

"Haha, it's finally done. How about everyone try what I did?"

Oscar was close, and his eyesight and hands were quicker. He took the lead in picking up a piece of chopsticks and picked up an unusually soft winter melon slice that was full of soup and cooked over high heat. He smelled it under his nose and commented: "It's not bad, the soup is pretty good." It has a refreshing aroma and won’t taste bad.”

After Oscar finished saying this, he put the winter melon into his mouth, tasted it carefully, and said after a moment: "The winter melon is soft and rotten, the soup is full, and the saltiness is moderate. It's a little oily, but it's not harmful. It's okay, if it's a perfect score of ten, I’ll give you a seven-point score!”

Ma Hongjun quit, exclaimed "Ah", and said in confusion: "Only seven points? Big Sausage, are you trying to avenge yourself and fool me? Don't talk nonsense about this, isn't it just a little too much oil?" ? Didn’t you say it’s okay!”

"You are a novice, you can be scored seven points by my great food god, and you have objections? Let me tell you, it's okay, but..." Oscar paused, sorted out his thoughts, and organized the language in his brain. , "I'm not talking about the lack of oil, but the smell of the pot. In short, the heat is too bad, the soup is a bit black, and not bright enough. If you don't believe it, look at what I did, and tell you The ingredients are the same, nothing extra is added, but the soup is very clean. By the way, I can tell you responsibly that the taste is definitely several times better than your mushy soup!"

After hearing what Oscar said, Ma Hongjun became a little interested in cooking. How does the heat make the food taste different? He was curious about this. Ma Hongjun picked up his chopsticks and dipped into Oscar's winter melon and preserved egg soup. He also picked up a piece of winter melon and ate it directly.

Damn it! Ma Hongjun's eyes flashed, he swallowed, and tasted a few more slices carefully. When he was still about to move his chopsticks, Dai Mubai, who hurried over, knocked his chopsticks on his hand.

"Fat man! Save some for us. Is it so delicious?" Dai Mubai shouted, and quickly picked up a piece of winter melon and tasted it. He nodded forgetfully, it was indeed good.

"Zhuqing, come! Let me take a piece for you. The taste is really amazing!" Dai Mubai then turned to look at Oscar and praised: "Xiao Ao! You guy... is not simple!" Dai Mubai showed a surprised look in his eyes. After saying this, he looked Oscar up and down and said jokingly: "Your health is not good anymore. Are you looking for something to do? You secretly study cooking skills at night, right?"

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth to hold back a smile, ate it like a lady, and nodded, "Light and creamy, it feels like seafood!" Then his eyes turned, and the tone of his conversation changed more than 180 degrees, with apricot eyes. Looking at Ning Rongrong, he joked: "Rongrong! You are really lucky. You eat these to replenish your body at night, right? I heard that this dish can clear away heat and remove dampness, lighten the discharge of pus, dilute water and reduce swelling, and is better for weight loss." It has a body cleansing effect. It is indeed suitable for drinking this summer, it is light and delicious.”

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment when he heard this joke, and then quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm a god, and eating is just for taste. And Boss Dai, don't praise me too much. Xiao Ao will do it at night. Lying on the bed, sleeping like a dead pig, why should he study cooking skills? Don't praise him too much, this is too big a misunderstanding! Don't think too well of him, lest he become more distracted. But... "Speaking of this, Ning Rongrong narrowed her eyes slightly and thought to herself, "This preserved egg and winter melon soup is really as magical as Zhuqing as you said, then I will indeed be blessed tonight. Even if eating it is of no use to me, I will still take it as a blessing. You can try some snacks! Cack, cack..." As she said that, Ning Rongrong stared at Oscar and sneered unkindly.

This unexpected scene made Oscar's scalp numb, his hands and feet were cold, and the hairs on his back suddenly stood up. Oscar lowered his head with great self-awareness, knowing that his happy time had passed and the days of suffering were coming. Can he still stand proudly in the ravages of the storm, or would he be depressed forever? Everything would still be the same. unknown.

At this moment, Dai Mubai pushed Ma Hongjun aside, hurried around with the bowl in hand, and said loudly: "Come and eat, big guy, it's almost gone!"

When everyone heard this, they became anxious and stopped being bystanders. Tang San and Xiao Wu each picked up a piece and tasted it, and nodded in praise.

Vulcan Dragon, Hai Bing'er, Snow Emperor and Ice Emperor each picked up a piece, each with a chopstick. The preserved eggs were also empty, and there was only some hot soup left in the bowl.

The Vulcan Dragon has no appearance at all. Although he looks like a human now, is quite handsome, and is a level 125 god, there is no way to hide the diaosi temperament in his bones. He licked his lips and whispered: "I'm sorry, everyone! It's so delicious that I couldn't hold it back. I'll make sausages later if I don't eat them. And these leftovers, I think you noble gods will definitely not be able to eat them." If you drink, then I won’t be polite!”

"Gu dong dong!" Vulcan Dragon picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp, patted his stomach that was not full, and walked away reluctantly.

Ma Hongjun glanced sideways at the Fire God Dragon, and then shouted loudly: "My bowl doesn't taste bad, right? It's just that the heat is a bit off, so no one will come to eat it, right? Everyone, come and try it too!"

Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, Snow Emperor and Ice Emperor had already arrived. They were playing with their chopsticks and each picked up a piece to taste.

Qian Renxue was slightly startled, put down her chopsticks, and said calmly: "The taste is quite good."

Everyone thought that it was Ma Hongjun's first time cooking, and the requirements were not high, so they all gave symbolic praise.

Several worshipers just finished their work, washed their hands, and took the time to come over and have a taste. A good tip for teaching this dish to Ma Hongjun came, which made Oscar use his mental energy to prick up his ears and listen.

It turns out that when adding ginger foam to fry the preserved eggs, you can add them together and fry them with oil. This way the soup will be milky white, fresher in taste and better in appearance. This is just one of them.

Secondly, you can add mung beans or a little garlic sprouts or something inside to make it more delicious, not to mention the color, which is eye-catching, pleasing to the eye and more appetizing.

Thirdly, chicken essence can be added appropriately to break down the large oil droplets in the soup more delicately, and also enhance the taste of the soup.

Fourth...

Fifth...

This was considered a great experience for Oscar, as if he was impressed by the golden grate, and he suddenly felt enlightened. He didn't expect that the little winter melon and skin egg soup knowledge was so profound.

Ma Hongjun looked confused throughout the whole process. He understood everything, but he seemed to understand nothing. So I had to ask the worshipers for advice on the "heat" issue, which may be relatively easy to understand and unusually simple.

The second worshiper took the trouble to explain in detail: "In layman's terms, it means the amount of firepower and the length of time used during the cooking process, based on the tenderness, hardness, thickness, size, and production requirements of the dishes."

"That's it!" Ma Hongjun still looked like he didn't understand, and just nodded. Then he frowned and asked stupidly: "I can't control the heat well, how should I practice? Is there any shortcut?"

"Heat is a key link in cooking technology. There are good raw materials, accessories, and knife skills, but if the heat is not enough, the dishes will not be flavorful. A dish will float on the surface and taste like chewing wax. Therefore, it is tasteless and it is a pity to throw it away! You are asking for dissatisfaction in life; but you can't go too far, as the taste will change slightly, and it may even become burnt, turning the dishes into complete waste." The second worshipper stroked his beard and said slowly. Ma Hongjun was not in a hurry to answer Ma Hongjun's question about the method of controlling fire. He pondered deeply, and then slowly spoke again after a moment: "As for the method of controlling fire, there is really no shortcut. It is either a talent, or it is acquired through hard work. Phoenix Master Douluo, as one of the top fire attribute soul masters in the mainland, your talent for fire is probably thousands of times better than that of others. Why should you ask me to learn the fire control method? If you say this, it would be a joke. Hahaha …”

Hearing these words that seemed to shake the clouds and see the sun, Ma Hongjun shook his head, woke up as if from a dream, and scolded himself: "Look at me! I, the heir of the God of Fire, asked others about the method of controlling fire, but I lost my face and didn't say anything. The face of the old Vulcan in the sky has also been completely disgraced." After saying this, Ma Hongjun blushed slightly and coughed.

Tang San heard Ma Hongjun's overly arrogant words. As Ma Hongjun's life mentor, Brother Jie Sange, it's not enough to talk about it, so he sent a message to Ma Hongjun and seriously educated him: "Fat man! No matter how great your achievements are in the future. , no matter what your status is? No matter how much you know? Others always have things you don’t know. You must know how to learn with an open mind! When three people walk together, there must be a teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. .”

"Oh! Third brother." Ma Hongjun smiled and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Every sentence is shocking!

If Oscar were to say these words, there would definitely be a quarrel. But if Tang San said it, then Ma Hongjun would never disobey it at all, and would think it was a wise saying.

Everyone also agreed very much with what Tang San said, "When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher..."

As a person, you must develop a spirit of self-cultivation, humility and eagerness to learn. It includes two aspects:

On the one hand, choosing those who are good and following them, and learning from people who are good is a spirit of being open-minded and eager to learn;

On the other hand, correcting those who are not good, taking warnings when seeing others' bad behavior, and reflecting on oneself are the spirit of conscious cultivation.

In this way, no matter whether the person you work with is good or bad, you can become a teacher.

Tang San smiled lightly and said nothing more.

Ma Hongjun's expression gradually calmed down, as if he suddenly thought of something, his face suddenly changed, and he said hastily: "Can we call it a day? I think it will only be an hour before dinner. We have to start preparing to serve the dishes. Think about it, there are hundreds of thousands of dishes Food?" As he spoke, Ma Hongjun, who was usually unshakable, had drops of cold sweat streaming down his forehead. There was a look of fear on his face, and he said in a trembling voice: "Is this a job that people can do for fun? Fortunately, we have many gods here? Otherwise, how many years and months would this take?"