The front yard was in an uproar, but He Yuzhu walked away slowly.
When he got home, he immediately used the bolt to block the door. At the same time, he sent his thoughts into the interspatial ring.
In the small space of only nine cubic meters, other than the yellow croakers who usually checked in, there was also a God of Cooking Advancement Manual lying quietly.
He Yuzhu's mind probed over.
The system's voice sounded in his mind.
"Do you want to use the God of Cooking Advancement Manual?”
"Use it." He did not hesitate.
"Ta…Cooking skill level up to LV9!”
His cooking skills, which had stopped at level 8 for a long time, had finally improved to level 9.
Level 9 meant that he had officially stepped into the realm of the God of Cookery.
Just a cooking skill of level 8 was already invincible among all the chefs in the world. Wouldn't it be lonely at the top if he was a god?
He Yuzhu did not stay idle either. He first put the 20 catties of pork aside.
He was prepared to steam some cornbread to test his culinary skills.
The most awesome chefs were not those who could make fancy delicacies, but those who could make unparalleled tastes with simple ingredients.
In this era, cornbread was the most common food on the dining table of the common people.
This was because cornmeal was easy to buy.
He Yuzhu rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.
The cornmeal, a suitable amount of sugar, and boiling water were mixed together and kneaded into a ball before being squeezed into the shape of several bread buns.
He just needed to steam it on the steamer for 15 minutes.
The steps were simple, but different chefs could make different flavors with the same steps.
He Yuzhu wanted to see what level a level 9 chef could reach.
While steaming the bread, he cut the pork into strips.
He took out ten catties and prepared to make bacon. The other ten catties were coated with honey and hung up for New Year's Eve.
There were only so many processes, but He Yuzhu could clearly feel that his movements had become much more agile.
The way he cut pork was comparable to a butcher who had been there for 20 years!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
After a while, three long and thin pieces of pork coated with honey were hung on the beam.
The cornbread was almost ready.
The sweet fragrance of corn filled the room.
In this era, everyone was sick of eating cornbread. Even if they smelled the sweet fragrance of corn, they would definitely not have any appetite unless they were extremely hungry.
This was like letting you smell the same fragrance every day. It was guaranteed that after half a year, you would feel disgusted and want to vomit.
However, He Yuzhu's steamed cornbread was different.
Although it was the fragrance of corn, it seemed to be mixed with roasted meat, causing the corners of one's mouth to turn sparkling.
He Yuzhu grabbed a cornbread from the steaming steamer and placed it in his hand.
It was hot to the touch, but it did not make He Yuzhu feel any discomfort.
As a chef, he had already mastered Iron Palm!
After blowing a few breaths of hot air, he finally put a mouthful of cornbread into his mouth.
The fragrant smell of corn instantly filled her mouth.
It was clearly the same cooking method as before, but the texture was much more delicate!
One had to know that the reason why cornbread was called coarse grain was because the raw material was mainly corn.
Although the corn was ground into powder, there was no special grinder in this era, so it was impossible to grind the corn into fine powder.
It was even harder to swallow when it was made into cornbread. It even felt like his throat was being cut.
However, He Yuzhu's cornbread was as delicate as eating a steamed bun.
"This is too ridiculous! Such coarse cornmeal can be made so delicately…"
He Yuzhu could not help but complain to himself.
The exquisiteness of the cornbread gave people a feeling of the 21st century.
For the first time, He Yuzhu was convinced by a cornbread.
He covered the rest of the bread on the steamer and prepared to save it for dinner.
Today was also the day He Yushui returned home.
This silly sister didn't come back often after she went to university.
Other than the occasional holidays, the longest period of time he stayed at home was the Spring Festival.
Sometimes, He Yuzhu even forgot that he had a sister in this world…
In the front yard.
It had been a long time since Xu Damao had been so high-spirited.
"Qin Huairu, your son stole one of my chickens. According to the rules of this quad, you have to compensate me with five!”
"Why don't I send your son to the police station? Don't think that he won't be punished just because he stole something!”
The stick was already so ashamed that he didn't dare to make a sound.
Qin Huairu wanted nothing more than to beat this unfilial son to death!
Stealing someone else's chicken for a moment of appetite.
But now, he had to compensate five of them.
Originally, he could still use a portion of his New Year's money to pay for the school fees.
Now, the tuition fees had been used up!
He probably wouldn't even be able to pay his sister Jia Dang's tuition fees.
If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people, she would have slapped this unfilial son.
Your mouth is satisfied! The whole family would follow suit!
"Xu Damao, that's enough! The rule in the courtyard was that if they stole one, they would pay three.”Yi Zhonghai immediately stepped forward to uphold justice.
Xu Damao sneered.
"First Uncle, you're too biased! Those who didn't know better would think that you had something to do with Widow Qin!”
"How am I biased? Stealing one for three has always been the rule of our academy. Why did you raise the price?”
Xu Damao calmly analyzed,"
"Then let me tell you a good story. My pheasant is a pure wild ring-necked pheasant. Its meat quality is not comparable to ordinary chickens. The price of one pheasant is equivalent to two ordinary chickens.”
"I didn't ask her for six, and that's already very reasonable.”
Yi Zhonghai was rendered speechless by Xu Damao.
It couldn't be helped. Xu Damao was in the right now. He was the one who was stolen. Even if he said that he was a peacock, he had to compensate according to the price of the peacock.
After all, the chicken had been eaten by the stick. Even the child did not know what breed of chicken it was.
Yi Zhonghai glared at the thug in disappointment.
He wanted to beat up this child on behalf of his father!
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