How I Ruled the World by Cooking

"Did you do it?" Anthony Hall asked quietly.

"Of course not." Eugene opened his eyes proficiently and said nonsense, "I turned on the fire, poured water, put ginger and scallions, and then threw the mutton into it to cook...When the pot was covered again, it That's how it became."

The water hasn't boiled yet.

Of course, he would never tell the dean that he felt something was wrong the moment he introduced the magic power into the spar.

It was as if magma was poured into a disposable plastic bowl, and the spar collapsed instantly, unable to withstand the temperature transformed by his magic power.And these overflowing energy spread along the pot, and the monsters in the pot seemed to feel a great gift, and swarmed up to try to absorb this power.

Then, just like what happened just now, the small piece of meat turned into a whole black goat baby again. The potato was dead but not moving, and the color actually became more like a normal potato.And his hands covered by the sleeves of his uniform were holding two bulbs, blood red and blood red, curled up in his palms softly and obediently, and they didn't seem to start fighting aggressively at all.

Anthony Hall wiped his face, wondering if he had heard it, and contacted the school security personnel to catch the fleeing black goat cub with a sad face.I have to say that the person on the other side sounded quite angry.

"Forget it, you can fry some potatoes." He glanced at the pot. The pot actually resisted being trampled by a black goat cub weighing several tons, but there were only star anise and potatoes left in it.

Eugene stuffed the other side flowers into his pocket, picked up a spare spar, and obediently used a thinner magic power, trying not to catalyze any other weird things.

He peeled off the strange face-shaped tumors on the potatoes, then peeled and washed the potatoes, and wiped off the bright red juice little by little.Then pull out a wide-backed kitchen knife and thinly slice the potatoes into thin slices of uniform thickness, then turn them over and cut the thin slices into thin shreds the size of vermicelli.This series of actions was smooth and smooth, without any mistakes. Anthony Hall watched from the side, completely dispelling the slightest suspicion before.

How could a person who loves cooking so much waste ingredients like that!

While the pot was heating up, Eugene had already fetched a large bowl, poured water and soaked the shredded potatoes in it to remove excess starch, although he didn’t know whether the substance of the potatoes with human heads was starch, but be serious There is always nothing wrong with 0v0.

When the pot is heated up, it is time to start adding oil, and then put a handful of prickly ash, which looks very serious, to sauté, cut the Chaotian pepper into small pieces and fry it until it is slightly browned.Eugene skillfully forced the water to drain the shredded potatoes, poured them into the pot, and stir-fried them over high heat.

Without adding any other condiments, just a moment later, the rich aroma has already hit the nostrils.Seeing that the shredded potatoes began to soften, Eugene turned off the heat, sprinkled a little salt and black pepper to taste, weighed the pot twice, mixed well, and put it on a plate.

The freshmen were dumbfounded: Do you remember how big this pot is.

Anthony Hall was ecstatic: This is a powerful hand!This smooth and smooth movement!This confident and dazzling face!this!Isn't he the successor I'm looking for!

The black-haired boy smiled slightly, and brought the fried potato shreds just out of the pan to the dean, with a very calm expression on his face: "Would you please taste my cooking first?"

In fact, I panicked: When will I know how to cook?Aunt Bessie in the goblin village was afraid of blackening my white skin, but she never let me into the kitchen for half a minute!

No matter, ask is born beautiful and hard to give up!

The dean of Potions smiled in relief, and stretched out his hand to touch the head of the black-haired boy: "Do you know why the Department of Medicine and Food uses ground potatoes for cooking?"

"I don't know." The goblin boy had a cute face, and his dark eyes were full of curiosity.

"Because it is a very magical neutralizer." Anthony Hall taught him, "It can neutralize the toxicity of most common poisonous foods at high temperatures and transform them into pure magic power. Its juice also has the same effect, in fact, the most common magic potion, the red potion that replenishes physical strength, is made based on the juice of ground potatoes."

"It would be a pity to eat it like this, but among the darker plants, it is the most gentle and harmless one." The dean picked up the chopsticks and put the potato shreds into his mouth, " Come let me taste your handicraft, um, it's really good! It smells..."

"Dean! Dean!"

"Are you alright, Dean!"

"Dean, wake up!"

Eugene stood on the spot, looked at the dean with a green complexion lying under his feet, and spread his hands in a daze: "What's the matter?"

The freshman meeting on the first day of the Department of Medicine and Food ended in failure from beginning to end.This undoubtedly sounded the alarm for the tutors and deans of the major departments. Don't tamper with the habits of tens of thousands of years. The first batch of wise men chose to give a speech at the freshman conference, so there must be some its reason.

Look, there are idiots to prove it.

Eugene didn't understand the ups and downs of the teacher class in Guangming College. He only knew that the food he cooked had sent the dean to the hospital, and the majestic dragon slayer fell on the hospital bed and still hasn't woken up.

"What will we do next when we have classes?" Reed Rupert said anxiously, "If Dean Hall doesn't wake up, who else will teach us?"

Mary Harris on the side looked at him kindly: "Silly boy, you don't want to die."

The little rabbit girl next to her covered her mouth and snickered: "I wish he wouldn't wake up, I still want to live for two more years... It's not very good to say that, alas, I hope the dean is okay."

"I hope he's okay, but it would be nice to get some more sleep." Someone took up the conversation.

"Yes, yes."

Most of the freshmen are gathering together at this moment, chatting with each other in low voices, and from time to time they look at the back of the black-haired boy who is not far from Reed Rupert.Eugene propped his head on one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was lazily taking a nap in the sun.The first district is blessed by the gods. It is always spring in all seasons. The afternoon sun is shining brightly, falling on the relaxed silhouette of the boy and the hem of the white skirt, as if he has been gilded with a layer of gold, making him even more glamorous and inaccessible .

What he is wearing today is a simple and elegant white long dress with a ruffled hem, and only ties and lace of the same color are hanging from the neckline and cuffs.The breeze blows through his black hair, the boundaries between black and white are mixed and blurred, and there is a kind of serene beauty like ink painting that is vaguely different from his temperament.

After the accident at the conference a few days ago, Eugene Walker's status in the minds of freshmen in the Department of Medicine and Food has been raised to a rather terrifying position.After he successfully brought Anthony Hall down and sent him to the hospital, compared with the violent dean, this height became even worse.

Beautiful, mysterious, powerful, and arrogant.Under the envious or admiring eyes of the crowd, he has undoubtedly become the true leader of the Department of Medicine and Food.No matter how much the teacher praises him, few people will be jealous. After all, Eugene Walker is a beautiful girl who is as outstanding as a god... Ah bah, beautiful boy.

God's beauty is of course gender-neutral!

Long live her!Long live the puppet!

♂Where did the above come in randomly, fork it out.

And how can we mortals compare with God? Isn't that just asking for trouble.

With this belief in mind, when Eugene began to notice, he had undoubtedly become the spiritual leader of this group of useless rich second-generation and poor special students.

"Otherwise, classmate Walker will teach us how to make drugs!" someone suggested.

Eugene broke away from the silence: "Get out!" You are such a clever little reading machine, you can poke wherever you don't hurt.

"Maybe a new teacher will be sent tomorrow?" He shook his legs to pass the time, "It is impossible for the school to leave us alone."

The author has something to say: Spoiler alert Eugene’s skill: Corrodes surrounding things with magic power and turns them into poison ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ It was a passive skill a long time ago, and now it’s an active skill