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Chapter 39

As night fell, the scorching atmosphere gradually faded away, and a night breeze blew in through the windows, blowing away the heat in the kitchen.

In the kitchen, everything remained as it was, as if time had never passed here.

Lin Xiaotian was still standing in front of the stove, without moving a bit, his fingers were typing like a typewriter, one after another.

His eyes were still focused, staring at the flames under the casserole. As the flames rose and fell, fireflies appeared in his eyes, dancing with the flames.

He has been standing here for three hours, standing here like a stake, without even turning his head.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaotian's tapping fingers stopped, his eyes turned sharp, and he shouted "Time, it's up!"

The sound of drinking sounded, and Lin Xiaotian's body also started to move. He picked up the lid casually, and a large cloud of white steam gushed out from the casserole, and the temperature in the kitchen rose instantly.

Sweat dripped from Lin Xiaotian's forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe it off.

Turn around, quickly pick up [Flicking Willow], stretch out the little finger and thumb at the same time, pick up the [Yinghong Spiritual Fruit] on the chopping board, and move it to the casserole.

"call……"

Lin Xiaotian took a deep breath, only his right hand, [Yinghong Lingguo] is also a juicy ingredient, if he wants not to waste the juice, he can only use the trick he rarely uses.

【Crosscut in the air】

A very fancy way of handling ingredients, throwing the ingredients up, using the time the ingredients stay in the air, and processing the ingredients with a sharp knife.

This method requires high skill and an extremely sharp knife. It is very difficult, not very practical, and mostly has performance elements.

Lin Xiaotian seldom uses this fancy way, he doesn't like such flashy things, but now he has no choice but to use this trick.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Lin Xiaotian pulled himself together, this move was still difficult for him.

[Yinghong Spiritual Fruit] Being thrown up, Lin Xiaotian concentrated on it, the muscles on his body were tense, and even his left arm felt a slight pain.

"Bah!"

The sound of piercing the air sounded, and the [Flicking Willow] in Lin Xiaotian's hand moved along with the trajectory of the ingredients, his wrist kept shaking, and the blade cut through the ingredients with a very short trajectory.

There was a soft "pop".

[Yinghong Lingguo] fell into the casserole, the red juice began to spread, and the round fruit was cut into eight petals, and scattered from the clear soup in the shape of flowers.

The red juice of the fruit quickly spread in the clear soup, the red juice was like blood, and after a while, the whole soup was dyed light red.

It was originally a faint fishy smell, but after adding the fruit, it immediately burst out with a unique sweet and sour smell of vegetation, surging with the steam.

Lin Xiaotian slightly raised his nose, sniffed, and finally a smile appeared on his face, and said in a low voice: "It smells good, it doesn't smell bad, it seems that this dish is still feasible!"

Finally, he felt a sense of relief in his heart. Just based on the taste of this soup, Lin Xiaotian knew that it would not be a waste product. As for the effect, he would not know until he tried it.

Turning around, Lin Xiaotian took out the blood from the fresh-keeping cabinet again, and shook the casserole with a sea bowl, the viscous blood turned into drops and fell into the pot.

This is the last step of the process, adding blood to it, and then just waiting for the pot to be cooked.

Lin Xiaotian looked into the pot, and saw that the soup was still half full. He calculated carefully, and it would take another two hours to start the pot.

Looking at the countdown of the system, the remaining time is "5 hours and 23 minutes", which is not enough time for Lin Xiaotian.

"I hope there's enough time..."

Lin Xiaotian is powerless to change things like time, he can only silently pray that his luck will be better, and it will not take so much time to transform his talent.

Cover the pot again, the strange fragrance in Lin Xiaotian's nostrils disappeared, and his body completely relaxed.

Lin Xiaotian's body was extremely exhausted after more than a dozen disappearing standing, he couldn't take it anymore, and started to walk into the living room.

"squeaky"

The joints made a friction sound, like rusted bearings, which made Lin Xiaotian feel extremely uncomfortable.

After he stopped cooking, all kinds of sequelae in his body were obvious, exhaustion and pain in his left hand all came up, and Lin Xiaotian could feel the pain in his left arm again, probably because the paralyzing effect of [Wound Medicine] had passed.

Pain is always to be endured, in the next few days, Lin Xiaotian may have to bear this kind of pain.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Xiaotian felt extremely exhausted. He collapsed on the old sofa, feeling his upper and lower eyelids fighting, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

"No! Can't sleep! It's still the last step, so don't fall short!"

Lin Xiaotian encouraged himself in this way, he took out a can of [Super Red Bull] from the inventory, drank it gurglingly, and forcibly pulled himself together.

This sitting lasted for two hours, Lin Xiaotian kept beating his left arm with his right hand, stimulating himself with the slight pain, lest he would fall asleep.

Finally, after these difficult two hours passed, Lin Xiaotian immediately jumped up from the sofa, refreshed, and walked towards the kitchen.

Open the casserole, the soup inside is only half full, the meat has become a shriveled skeleton, and the muscles on it have been stewed.

Lin Xiaotian picked up the long chopsticks and carefully picked out the large pieces of skeleton and meat. Only the red soup was left in the soup base, which was very thick. When you stirred it with a spoon, it felt as if it was shredded.

The fruit had also been stewed long ago, completely melted into the soup, and could no longer be found.

The largest particles in this soup should be the blood clots formed by the blood. Each of the small blood clots is round and drop-shaped, rolling up and down in the soup, like naughty little tadpoles.

The aroma is even more strange, just half a minute after boiling the pot, the slightly sweet and sour aroma has already permeated the whole room and drifted around.

"It's done!"

Lin Xiaotian nodded, and the smile on his face couldn't be stopped. He put the lid on the pot again, leaving only a gap, and then turned it into a big fire and turned it into a thick soup.

This step is not necessary. If you are pursuing the ultimate taste, this step will be too much. It will make the taste too strong and lose the essence of clear soup.

But this dish is the pursuit of the ultimate essence. Adding such a step will undoubtedly make the soup more concentrated, which will affect the taste, but the energy will definitely be purified again.

3 minutes, only the last wait.

Lin Xiaotian took his time, at this point, it was impossible to make any mistakes, he couldn't help humming the song he used to listen to when he was a child.

"Very hungry, very hungry, I'm really hungry..."

While humming, Lin Xiaotian was not idle, he took out the gallbladder of the turtle species from the fresh-keeping cabinet, put it in a small bowl, squeezed the gallbladder with chopsticks, and let the bile flow out.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiaotian took out a jug of wine from the corner of the cabinet at the back. It is said that this wine was left behind by his father when he left, and it was said to be used to celebrate his achievements when he came back.

"It's a pity! You can't come back, cheap father, let your son help you drink this jar of wine!"

Lin Xiaotian smiled and said to himself, even thinking of Lin Zhongxun, he didn't feel rebellious, which shows how happy he is at this time.

Opening the seal of the altar, the rich smell of wine came out from it, and with the smell of the turtle soup, it intertwined in the room and became a wonderful piece of music.

"Good wine, unfortunately, I can't drink much!"

Lin Xiaotian shook his head and poured the baijiu into a small bowl, mixed it with the bile, but spread the bottom of the bowl, and mixed it into a bowl of turtle bile wine.

Lin Xiaotian knows wine, and he has learned it in detail for cooking, but he doesn't drink easily because he understands that drinking too much wine will damage his taste buds and paralyze his nerves.

A good chef must avoid alcohol and smoking.

But today, he had to drink the turtle gall wine, it was the aperitif of "Trump"!

(End of this chapter)