hotmtlnovel Chapter 233 The Long-lost Stone Kitchen
Chapter 233 The Long-lost Stone Kitchen
Mo Ran waited outside for about two hours before the two demons, who had washed clean, put on their clothes and jumped out of the bathroom.
Baalzebub was the first to run to Mo Ran, holding out his hand and shouting, "My Lotus Pastry!"
As Mo Ran waved his sleeves, a plate of lotus cakes flew over. Baalzebub caught it easily, then ran to his sister, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Sister, you should try it too. It's delicious, very delicious!"
Bal looked up at the man in black in the distance, took a lotus cake and placed it in front of him. He took a small piece and found that the outer shell was crispy and the filling was full, sweet but not greasy.
After savoring a whole lotus cake, there were originally more than a dozen on the plate, but Baalzebub ate only one. As soon as she picked it up, she thought of her sister, so she endured the heartache and said generously: "Sister, I'll give you the last one."
"No, just eat it." Bal touched his sister's head and walked to the side of the man in black. Just as he was about to speak, he was asked, "What's the matter?"
"I, I want to..." Bal almost forgot his words. After calming down a little, he said, "I want to know how this sweet called Lotus Pastry is made?"
"The production method is not difficult, but there are no raw materials nearby, so it needs to be planted." Mo Ran said slowly.
"Planting?" Bal murmured. This kind of thing is not instinct, but potential developed after birth. It is not within the scope of the devil's innate knowledge.
"That's right. Sow the seeds in the right season, and then after a period of irrigation, cultivation, and loosening the soil, it will be time to harvest. Do you still want to learn?" Mo Ran turned his head and looked at the gentle girl.
Bal took a breath and said firmly: "I want to learn!"
Mo Ran's eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly: "Okay, then find a place to build a house and farm."
"Okay!" The person who responded was not Baal, but his sister Baalzebu. When she first heard the news, she couldn't wait to agree. The reason she waited until now was to prevent him from making any more conditions.
"You agreed so easily?" Mo Ran closed his eyes slightly.
"Hehe, because you won't lie to me!" Baelzebub laughed, "But if you dare to lie to me, I will make you the same as that demon!"
Mo Ran smiled gently and said, "I'll wait and see."
Bal looked at his sister who kept talking nonsense and felt nervous.
"Okay, let's go and choose a location." Mo Ran stepped on the strong wind, picked up the two demon sisters, and chose a location in the air.
High in the sky, his eyes swept across and locked onto a solitary peak shrouded in smoke. Although the crops might not survive, as long as Mo Ran was still there, nothing was impossible.
Mo Ran led them to a barren mountain and said, "Let's stay here."
Baalzebub waved his hand to disperse the mist around him and asked in confusion: "Why did you choose the mountain? How much can you grow here? What if there is not enough to make lotus cakes?"
"It's enough, definitely enough." As Mo Ran spoke, the surrounding clouds and mist dissipated, revealing the true appearance of Mount Lu on the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain is very flat and there are two pools. The live fish in it are not fat, but you can tell from the looks of it that the meat is of good quality. The water in the pool is clear and the bottom is covered with soft soil.
Mo Ran walked to the edge of the pond and squatted, listening to the calm surface of the lake. From time to time, a fish would gently leap up, causing ripples, which was the only change.
He scooped up water in one hand and placed it in front of him, but when he saw Baalzebub soaking his feet in the water, he spread out his palm and let the water flow down, as if time would never come back.
"The water quality here is very good, the air is fresh, and it's a good place for farming, so we chose this place."
Baalzebub grabbed a snow-white perch and asked, "Can this be made into a dessert?"
"There are sweet recipes, but they are not desserts." Mo Ran stretched his arms and thought about building three stone houses here. However, considering that he lived in a stone house before, it would be better to make some different changes for this new beginning.
Thinking of this, Mo Ran's palm was glowing green and he slapped the ground. Three bases suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff dozens of steps away. With the sound of "cracking" of wood being assembled, the wooden house was quickly completed.
Bal approached one of the rooms and checked the corners, but found nothing except wood. However, the wall was very solid and should not be damaged as long as he did not hit it hard.
But she was puzzled and could only look at the man in black and ask, "Why doesn't this house collapse when there is nothing else to support it?"
"This is a mortise and tenon structure, one end is concave and the other end is convex. Buildings with this structure can last for hundreds of years. If the protection is good, it is no problem to preserve it for hundreds of years." Mo Ran explained.
Seeing that she still had only a vague understanding, Mo Ran conjured up two wooden boards and began to explain. With Bal's smart mind, he understood it immediately. After understanding this method, he memorized it in his heart.
"Wuhu!" Baalzebub climbed onto the roof without knowing it, and then jumped into the pond in front of the house, splashing huge water, which made the man and the demon god nearby sigh helplessly.
Mo Ran looked at Baalzebub tumbling in the water, then looked at Baal beside him, thinking about their future. However, he also added fuel to the fire and built guardrails along the road for them. As for what the real road would be like, it still depended on their own choices.
"Baalzebub, stop playing. Bring up a few fish and make sweet fish." Mo Ran waved his hand and took out the stone shovel and stone pot on the stove.
"Here they come!" Baalzebub threw a few bass over. The fish rolled in the air and came in front of a man in black.
Mo Ran controlled the fish with his spiritual power, and used his two fingers as a knife to remove the scales and behead the fish, cut open the belly, remove the internal organs, and then cut the fish in half, removing the fish bones and making cuts that only hurt the flesh without breaking the skin.
His left hand flashed red light, and a raging fire started under the stove. He shook out his sleeves to let out the butter, and reached out with his right hand to grab the spatula. Although he was not afraid of the hot oil now, Bal, who was watching with great interest beside him, might not be so sure.
When half a pot of butter is sizzling, put the processed sea bass into the pot. This time only fry one. When the fish meat is like a blooming flower, take it out and drain the remaining oil.
As for the half pot of oil, Mo Ran did not waste it. He refilled it into a can since he would need it later anyway.
Since there were no raw materials in the storage space, this dish lacked flour. However, with Mo Ran's fire control working hand in hand with the Kitchen God, the fried fish was no different.
But the tomato sauce that was later made had to be made with a shoddy material, using hot thick sugar water, which was poured over the golden fried fish. Although the presentation looked monotonous, it seemed to have a sense of returning to nature.
"The squirrel fish is out of the oven!" Mo Ran was holding a plate, and as he walked, a stone table and three stone benches appeared in front of him.
Baalzebub simply pinched a large piece with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes were slightly closed as if time had stopped, and he did not open them for a long time.
Bal looked at the stove, thoughtfully, but moved again, as if wondering whether to give it a try.
"Want to try it?" Mo Ran chuckled.
"I've basically memorized all the steps, but I can't make a fire." Bal glanced away, as if he was in a difficult situation to ask for help from others.
Mo Ran smiled without saying anything. He raised his hand and a flame rose in the stove. Then he turned around and let it play out on its own.
For a child like Bal, talking too much would only break her wings, so as long as it is not a technical issue, it is better to leave it to her to think about it herself.
Bal looked at the flames rising in the stove, which seemed to be waiting for her, because the flames would rise a little bit with every step Bal took closer, and would fall if he stepped back, but would not go out.
"Is he accommodating me?" With this thought in mind, Bal grabbed the fish that was floating in the air due to the magical power and walked to the stove. At this time, the flames rose and made a sizzling sound when they touched the bottom of the pot.
The girl's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down, grabbed the oil can next to her, poured the butter into it, and stared at the surface of the oil with her bright eyes.
Soon, the oil was sizzling and bubbling. Bal saw that it was time to put the fish in, and put it in carefully. When it was fried to bloom, she scooped it out with a spatula. However, maybe the fish was a little naughty, and it rolled back and forth on her spatula, making it difficult to scoop it out.
Bal saw that the golden fried fish meat was turning black, and he became anxious, so his hands moved faster. He finally scooped up the fish meat and put it directly on the plate.
The flame in the stove also descended intelligently, as if waiting for the chef to pour the oil back into the can.
The girl holding the spatula was stunned for a moment. She could only wait for the oil to cool down and scoop it back bit by bit. Then she remembered that he used an unknown white granular object to make the soup and poured it on the fish.
Baal slowly turned his head and saw a jar of something floating in front of him. He quickly took a step back. Not far away, Baalzeb, with his elbows on the table and his chin supported by his hands, laughed loudly.
Mo Ran explained slowly: "This is sugar. Most sweet foods need to add this."
Baalzebub became excited when he heard this and asked excitedly, "Can we just eat the sugar? That way we don't have to grow anything!"
"It's not that you can't, but the sweetness will probably make you never want to see sugar or eat sweets again." Mo Ran held his chin with one hand, with a few strands of black hair fluttering at his temples. He continued, "Do you still want to eat it directly?"
"No, no more!" Baalzebub shook her head repeatedly. The price of never eating sweets again was too heavy, so she didn't dare and didn't want to try it.
After Bal took the sugar bowl, he didn't know the amount to use, so he tried it several times. Fortunately, the pot would not get sticky, otherwise it would be a big hassle to clean up.
"Finally done." Bal looked at the thick but not too sticky syrup, quickly scooped up a spoonful and poured it on the fish.
After she picked up the plate, she turned around and found that two people had been standing behind her at some point. The expectant looks on their faces made Bal feel a little embarrassed, because in her eyes, that was a half-failed dish.
Although he had already eaten a plate of it, Baalzebub couldn't wait to grab a piece and stuff it into his mouth. He ate until his mouth was full of oil and praised, "Well, my sister's cooking is also very delicious!"
Mo Ran extinguished the fire in the stove and looked at the squirrel fish on Bal's plate. He noticed a few burnt pieces on the edges at a glance, but he did not point it out directly and just smiled softly.
"Well done, Bal. You cooked a dish that is unique to you and suits the environment for the first time! It's almost dusk now, so how about calling it "Golden Afterglow Before Darkness"?"
"But that is..." Bal wanted to explain it clearly. In fact, it was just burnt, not creative.
Baalzebub laughed and said, "Sister is amazing. She can cook such a dish! Hehe, I will definitely finish it!"
Mo Ran continued, "It seems that the taste of this dish is very suitable for Baalzebu! Whether it is the amount of syrup used or the fat contained in the fish meat, it looks like you made it specially for Baalzebu!"
"Yeah, what my sister made is much sweeter than yours, and very smooth and creamy. It tastes so good!" Baalzebub ate and praised at the same time.
Bal looked at the two of them. How could she, who was so smart, not hear the correction in Mo Ran's words? However, was it really necessary for him to point out her shortcomings in such a subtle way from the side?
The girl was a little confused, but did not object to such an approach. The sunlight, which was not yet the afterglow of the sunset, fell on Bal's bright face, and after an instant, it flashed with golden color.