Crossing the Collapsed Iron and Rebuilding Yalilo

Sang Bo carried a large bag of things and went straight into the kitchen. He waved to Xia Zhihui who was standing in front of the oil pan and opened his pocket.

"Come and see, good stuff"

"Butter, eggs, fruit, low-gluten flour, molds, these are all for making cakes."

Xia Zhihui understood at a glance that Sambo was planning to make a birthday cake for Hook.

In the lower area, he hadn't seen many of these ingredients for a long time, especially the butter. The last time he ate it was in the Xiluwa mechanical house.

And the amount he brought back was enough to make a big cake. It seemed that Sambo had spent a lot of money this time!

"It's no wonder that Hook likes you, Uncle Sambo, but I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Sambo patted his shoulder and said with a smile

"How can that be possible? I'll be in charge of the birthday cake tonight."

"As for the rest, I'll leave it to you, but I borrowed this cake mold from old Goethe, so I need to return it."

After saying this, he whispered in my ear.

"When will the Chengnan batch of goods arrive? I have several customers waiting for them."

"The day after tomorrow, I will go up there to make some preparations and bring the goods down when I am done tomorrow."

Sangbo nodded, left the kitchen, and stood at the end of the line.

He had not planned to eat here, but when he entered the cafeteria today, the tempting aroma aroused his appetite, so he had to have a meal.

After Natasha, Sangbo and others had their meals and left, Sanyueqi and the others came back. As soon as she entered the cafeteria, she was free from her fatigue and shouted excitedly:

"What a nice smell! What did you cook in the cafeteria today?"

""Cook the olm."

Gillian was washing the dishes, Uncle Fesman followed Hook and the others out, and only Xia Zhihui was still standing by the stove with a big spoon.

The stove was still on, and the olm meat was soaking in the oil pan.

Seeing that it had just been put into the pot and could wait for more than ten minutes, Xia Zhihui put down the big colander and walked to the window sill to serve them.

The sultry smell of the cafeteria, coupled with the fragrance of the meat, instantly attracted Xier.

"Are you cooking a big meal again?"

"Well, with coercion, inducement, and deception, I made a small fortune."

Thinking of the few wanderer leaders who were deceived when they were recruited, Xier nodded and couldn't help wiping the corners of her mouth.

Xia Zhihui looked at her with amusement, and with a trembling hand, he gave her two more pieces.

The olm meat left for them had been cut, and he also left a little for himself. The two extra pieces Xier got were from this.

After being busy for so long, he hadn't even tasted it yet.

Several people prepared the food and sat at the same table. Xing, who had been waiting for them for half a day, could finally eat.

Sanyueqi picked up a piece of olm meat and put it into her mouth. The tender and juicy taste instantly burst in her mouth, making her squint her eyes with happiness.

""It's delicious!"

After taking a bite, she quickly forked the next piece and put it into her mouth. It was so delicious.

Dan Heng didn't use a knife and fork this time. Instead, he went to the window to get a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of the meat.

"Delicious. The skin is crispy but tough, the inside is juicy but not greasy, the taste is slightly sweet, but the aroma of the olm meat is still the main flavor."

"This is a very special delicacy. Brother Xia is worthy of being the head of the canteen. His cooking skills are extraordinary.

Seeing that Dan Heng, who has always been well-informed, was full of praise, San Yueqi decisively agreed.

"Me too!"

Ignoring this funny guy, Xia Zhihui took his small plate of roasted olm and sat in the diagonal seat farthest from Xier.

Can you still pick up my meat this time?

Night fell, but under the rocky steel sky of Panyan Town, no one could see the difference. Only the alternating light and dark street lights on the roadside indicated the identity of the night.

On March 7, they had all gone back to rest, but the cafeteria was still brightly lit.

Xia Zhihui was still processing olm meat in batches, with hot oil crackling and licking every inch of the olm's skin. Sambo was beating noodles next to him, wearing a white apron. Judging from his proficiency, it seemed that this was not the first time he had done this. Gillian was not in the cafeteria at the moment, but in the Children's Commune to coax the children to sleep. After they fell asleep, she would come over to help them deal with it.

Looking at Sambo's hand drawing a phantom in the air, Xia Zhihui couldn't help but ask

"How come you are so skilled?"

Sambo explained proudly.

"Don't underestimate a man who has been single for many years, they may know everything."

He first separated the egg whites and yolks, mixed the vegetable oil and milk together and stirred them quickly, then gradually added low-gluten flour and stirred them evenly, then introduced the egg yolks and continued to stir until they were suitable.

Then he put down the bowl of egg yolk paste, put the separated egg whites in another clean large bowl, and clamped them together with two spoons, stirring them quickly.

From the crystal clear viscous liquid of egg white, sugar was added several times, and it became a white and shiny foaming state. When the spoon was lifted, you could even see the small sharp corners.

Finally, the foamed egg whites were stirred into the egg yolk paste three times, poured into the mold, and the bubbles were removed before being put into the oven.

After Xia Zhihui finished processing the cave salamander meat, he hung them all up neatly. Looking at the rows of tempting roasted cave salamanders, he felt deeply satisfied. After Gillian came back, the two of them poured the vegetables in the large wooden frame into the sink and cleaned them up.

Xia Zhihui After taking inventory and finding that the quantity was insufficient, he asked Gillian to pack up first. He teleported to the snowfield and prepared to go to the greenhouse to pick some more.

Now the temperature in the greenhouse is no longer as warm as spring all year round. The hole that Sanyueqi and Xing smashed through has allowed wind and snow to continuously flow in, making the greenhouse as cold as the snowfield.

After entering the greenhouse, Xia Zhihui picked up a cabbage and pressed it, and found that it was completely frozen. He used a dagger for self-defense to cut it open, and found that there was no sign of rot. He tore off another piece and put it in his mouth, tasting it carefully, and found that there was no problem, so he started picking.

Feeling that the quantity he had picked was enough, he teleported back to Panyan Town and walked back to the cafeteria.

Natasha had brought some things over, including a big teddy bear that was washed, mended, and round again.

She was holding a pair of scissors at this time, gesturing at a piece of wrapping paper, preparing to wrap the earth marrow probe.

"Is the fungus fixed?"

"Well, I just went back and fixed it. This is the package that Pahlavi sent to you at the Children's Commune. I brought it here for you."

"This is the birthday present I prepared for Uncle Fishman. Nata, can you help me wrap it?"

"Okay, but I really want to have a midnight snack now."

Want a midnight snack?

Want to eat roasted olm?

Looking from the window to the kitchen, you can easily see the rows of hanging olm meat.

"Nata, I have to remind you that if you eat too much midnight snack, your waistline will be easily……"

"hurry up"

"OK."