Chapter 372 What are you planning to do at the dock?

Chapter 372: What is the pier planning to do?

Potatoes, potatoes, potatoes.

Solanaceae Solanaceae.

Throw the tubers with some soil out of the box into the prepared bucket, let the water flow soak into the hard mud layer on the surface of the plant rhizomes, and the water swallows up the dust.

Leave a bucket of dirty water and take out a few potatoes with their light yellow skin exposed.

Use a knife to peel off the rough light yellow potato skin, leaving the hard and starchy plant tubers.

Slices, strips.

Don't cut them too finely. Shredded potatoes that are cut too finely will have the texture of fried noodles, while well-fried French fries will have the texture of crispy noodles.

Hold the kitchen knife with your knuckle and lift the knife to break down a piece of potato into 'potato chips'. Stack the 'potato chips' into one piece and lift the knife to get the exact fries.

Ji Lin wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead and looked at the oil pot on the side table.

Looking at the translucent glass bottle on one side, a translucent orange-yellow luster liquid was emitted.

놙If you don't shake it, it will be kept in the bottle like solidified amber.

Vegetable oil, I really miss it.

The pressed oil produced by the bean processing plant has been filtered many times and has become as clear and clean as modern cooking oil. The processed soybean oil will be packed and sent to various public canteens in the territory.

The memory of his previous life has begun to blur, and he can't quite remember when that territory began to receive mass-produced vegetable oil.

But that's good, it's better to leave a little more memory space for the territory that truly belongs to you.

Ji Lin picked up the oil can and his eyes fell on the stone pier of the College of Engineering not far away that stretched out to the ocean. This building that was originally supposed to be a pier has been moved with a large number of benches... There are even several dedicated Umbrella stand for fixed parasols.

It was originally supposed to be a pier, but there were no ships to berth... The stone pier that was supposed to be a pier in the dean's plan has now become a good place for students to relax.

껩 is an excellent platform for viewing the sea view - half of the College of Engineering is on land, and the other half is completely supported by foundations and temporary soil and sits on the sea. This part is the protruding part of the pier that is deeper and has a light blue color. A sea of ​​color.

Systematic architecture is trustworthy.

The white figure is walking on the observation deck, sometimes leaning down to look at the birds hanging on the railings, sometimes stopping to look at the work boats that are driven back to the harbor by the sunset.

Occasionally, he would retract his gaze and return it to Ji Lin, twitching the tip of his nose in an attempt to guess what tonight's dinner would be.

Ji Lin said he would cook a delicious meal for her, and she nodded.

Ji Lin moved the kitchen utensils, and she moved them together.

It was a real move, without calling servants or using magic.

Ji Lin moved the big ones, so she moved out the pots, bowls, pans and other items together, and followed Ji Lin step by step.

She is very open.

Ji Lin was able to give up the idea of ​​using source material and built a simple open-air kitchen next to the dock.

Wash vegetables, cut vegetables, stir-fry, add oil.

He raised the oil pot, and the clear liquid in the glass oil pot swayed.

There are many plants that can obtain oils, and this is not a difficult technology.

Some people are even very lucky. There are peanut fields, sunflower fields, and rapeseed fields near their birthplace. In the third era, they can provide sufficient oil supply for their territory.

So, how much oil should be used to fry things...

Ji Lin requisitioned a few kitchen utensils and materials from a college. This college, which was specially provided to wealthier families, had quite a complete range of chef utensils and seasoning ingredients.

The kitchen here has not been in operation for nearly five days, and the meals eaten by the students who are still in school are delivered directly from the fishing area - a sumptuous dinner consisting of a large amount of seafood, but young people should not suffer from gout. ...Bar?

The crystal ore blocks placed in the combustion chamber have begun to burn, with faint blue flames licking the blackened bottom of the pot. There is no carbon and no sulfur. Some black marks will appear on the bottom of the iron pot when heated to high temperature.

No matter, just relax.

This was the first time he tried modern fried food after coming to this territory. Before that, he had never tried such modern fried products due to the oil production in the territory.

껩 is probably the first person in this territory to be able to taste fried food.

Speaking of fried pork cutlets and fried chicken cutlets, they are traditional techniques that he remembers.

Pour water, cover with starch, stuff with a little salt, and put it in the pot.

The barbecue brought by Alicia was put aside, and the elf sister cast a spell to protect and lock the juice to ensure that the flavor was not lost.

He has no plans to choose a lucky seabird on the spot... not yet.

Unless you're hungry.

Use chopsticks to quickly throw the potato strips into the pot. For some reason, Ji Lin doesn't really want his essence to come into contact with the oil pan... Higher temperatures can cause substantial loss of essence.

Calculate time in 뀞.

His grasp of time is quite accurate, which is his confidence as a commander.

Every second counts.

"Click."

Ji Lin took out a fries from the pot. Just after taking it out of the pot, half of the oil had been drained off.

The fries that had just come out of the pan were slightly hot, but not so hot that they were inedible. The skin was just right crispy, unlike the soft fries he had eaten on earth.

Sure enough, it would be better to promote fried food in the territory.

Fried dough sticks, fried pork chops, fried chicken chops, fried fish chops.

Unfortunately, the territory does not produce fish and soybeans, chicken chops and pork chops are out of the question, and he cannot kill pack animals.

Fang Ai, ah Fang Ai, when can we scale up the breeding of pack animals? He wants to eat beef.

This high-calorie food is quite suitable for providing breakfast to the people in the territory. When the kitchen is simple and convenient, it is convenient for the people in a hurry to work to eat on the way - breakfast is distributed on the airship, so that they can eat breakfast while sitting on the airship and save a considerable amount of time.

Ji Lin ate the remaining half and turned his thoughts from how to use manpower more efficiently to the oil pan in front of him.

After all, this should be considered a date. It seems that this is the first time that he and Alicia are alone together.

So it is a date, right?

Who would say they would cook delicious food on a date, but end up treating the other person to fries?

Ji Lin used his fingers to pick up a fries that was no longer hot or greasy, and his eyes fell on the seagull that appeared at his feet and fluttered its wings.

When did this guy come? There are so many seabirds near the college that they are not afraid of people...

Ji Lin picked up a fries that was a "waste product" and quietly handed it to the seabird with a long beak. The latter stretched its head to take the fries.

Then he realized something, held the fries in his mouth, shrank his head, spread his wings and disappeared from his sight.

He picked up a new fries, turned around and saw Alicia had circled back to his side, and handed the fries to him.

The girl cooperated and bit the whole fries.

"Hmm, delicious."

Alicia blinked her eyes and accepted the food Ji Lin fed her with her fingers. She looked past Ji Lin and looked at the plate of cooked fries behind him.

Ji Lin picked up a potato strip that was already covered with starch with chopsticks and threw it into the oil pan. Alicia held a plate of ready-made French fries and observed Ji Lin's work.

Watching the yellowish strips gradually become golden and crispy in the boiling oil pan, half of the plate of French fries disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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