Chapter 372 What Are You Planning to Do at the Dock?

Potatoes, sweet potatoes, potatoes.

Solanaceae Solanum.

Throw the tubers with a little soil from the box into the prepared bucket, let the water flow into the hardened mud layer on the surface of the plant rhizomes, and the water flow swallows the dust.

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

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

Slice and cut into strips.

Don't cut too finely. If the potato shreds are cut too finely, they will taste like fried noodles, while the excellent French fries will have a crispy outside and a soft inside.

Use the knuckles to hold the kitchen knife, and the knife will break a piece of potato into "potato chips" with a flick of the hand, stack the "potato chips" on a piece of hand, and the knife will be cut again--you will get the exact French fries.

Ji Lin wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and his eyes fell on the oil bottle on the side table.

Looking at the liquid in a transparent glass bottle on one side, which exudes a semi-transparent orange-yellow luster.

As long as 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 workshop has become as clear and clean as modern cooking oil after multiple filtrations. The processed soybean oil will be packed and sent to various public canteens in the territory.

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

But that's okay, I should leave more memory space for the territory that truly belongs to me now.

Ji Lin picked up the oil bottle and his eyes fell on the stone pier of the Engineering College that stretched out to the ocean not far away. A large number of benches were moved to this building that was supposed to be a pier... There were even several umbrella racks specially used to fix parasols.

It was supposed to be a pier, but there were no ships moored... The stone pier that should have existed as a pier in the plan of the dean of the college has now become a good place for students to relax.

It is also a great platform for viewing the sea view - only half of the School of Engineering is on land, and the other half is completely supported by the foundation and temporary soil and is located on the sea surface. This part, as a protrusion of the dock, is deeper into the light blue ocean.

Systematic architecture, trustworthy.

A white figure is walking on the observation deck, sometimes leaning over and quietly looking at the flock of birds landing on the railing, and sometimes stopping to look at the distant work boats driven back to the port by the sunset.

Occasionally, she retracts her gaze and puts it back on Ji Lin, and her nose moves slightly to guess what dinner tonight is.

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

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

She was really moving, without calling servants or using magic.

Ji Lin moved the big ones, and she moved out small items such as pots and pans, and followed Ji Lin in small steps.

She was very happy.

Ji Lin had to give up the idea of ​​using the source material and build a simple open-air kitchen together next to the dock.

Wash vegetables, cut vegetables, start the pot, and add oil.

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

There are quite a lot of plants that can obtain oil, and this is not a difficult technology.

Some civilizations are even lucky, with peanut fields, sunflower fields, and rapeseed fields near their birthplaces, which can provide sufficient oil supply for their territories in the third era.

So, how much oil should be put in to fry things...

Ji Lin requisitioned some kitchen utensils and materials from the academy. This academy, which is specially provided for relatively wealthy families, has a full range of chef utensils and seasoning ingredients.

The kitchen here has not been open for nearly five days, and the meals for the students who are still staying in school are all sent directly from the fishing area - a sumptuous dinner consisting of a large amount of seafood, but young people should not have gout...right?

The crystal ore block placed in the combustion chamber has begun to burn, and the faint blue flames lick the blackened bottom of the pot. There is no carbon or sulfur, and the bottom of the iron pot heated at high temperature will also have some black marks.

No matter, let's loosen the oil.

This was the first time he tried modern fried food since he came to this territory. Before that, people had not tried this kind of modern fried food because of the territory's oil production.

He might also be the first person in this territory to taste fried food.

Speaking of which, fried pork chops and fried chicken chops are also traditional techniques in his memory.

Rinse with water, cover with starch, add a little salt, and put into the pot.

The barbecue brought by Alicia was still placed aside, and the elf lady cast a spell to protect and lock the juice to ensure that the flavor would not be lost.

He had no intention of choosing a lucky seabird on the spot... not yet.

Unless he was hungry.

He quickly threw the potato strips into the pot with chopsticks. For some reason, Ji Lin didn't want to let his source essence touch the oil pan... higher temperatures can cause substantial loss of source essence.

Calculate time, count with your heart.

He was quite accurate in grasping time, which was his confidence as a commander.

Every second counts.

"Click."

Ji Lin took a French fry out of the pot, and half of the French fry that had just been drained of oil disappeared.

The fries were slightly hot, but not so hot that they were inedible. The surface was just crispy, unlike the soft fries he had eaten on Earth.

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

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

It's a pity that the territory only produces fish and soybeans, chicken and pork chops are out of the question, and he can't 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 very suitable for providing breakfast to the people in the territory. It is simple and convenient to make in the kitchen, and it is also convenient for the people in the territory who are in a hurry to go to work to eat on the road - distributing breakfast 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, it should be considered a date now. Only he and Alicia are alone together outside... This seems to be the first time.

So it's a date, right?

Who says they will make delicious food on a date, but ends up treating the other person to fries.

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

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

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

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

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

The girl cooperated and bit off a whole French fry.

"Hmm, delicious."

Alicia blinked and accepted Ji Lin's hand feeding her. She looked past Ji Lin and looked at the plate of French fries behind him.

Ji Lin picked up a potato strip that was already full of starch with chopsticks and threw it into the oil pan. Alicia held a plate of already prepared French fries and observed Ji Lin's work in progress.

Watching the strips with a little light yellow gradually become golden and crispy in the boiling oil pan, half of the plate of French fries disappeared in the blink of an eye.