The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 “Exploding” Fries

Fu Yunhe didn’t quite understand the word “fry”, what kind of cooking method this was supposed to be.

In his mind, “fry” was an earth-shattering action; was he supposed to fry a pot?

He stood aside, watching as Nian Shutong, carrying a basin of french fries, walked to the newly constructed kitchenette.

Before she could make the next move, he heard the voice of Rubble, educating from nearby.

Rubble wasn’t fearless, but his powerful genetic instinct made him share knowledge.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, when the soil is saturated with a certain amount of moisture and is heated, it will generate a large amount of gas, which contains carbon, unburned large dust particles, which to a certain extent are harmful to human health…”

Rubble hadn’t finished saying the word “harmful” before he swallowed them.

“What is it?” Nian Shutong seemed very curious as she looked at Rubble, but with her other hand, she ignited a flame, lighting the entire flue, and watched as the once damp flue dried up in the blink of an eye.

“Nothing.” Rubble’s skull mouth turned into a straight line, he stepped back a few paces, and turned to go back to his pile of trash.

Get to work.

Get to work properly.

Rubble needed to work well, Rubble was very useful.

Rubble did not want to become roasted Rubble.

Fu Yunhe watched Rubble, who had already learned to go with the wind in just two days, and couldn’t help but sigh…still, Nian Shutong was incredible.

This woman, she was awe-inspiring.

Nian Shutong dried the chimney, started a fire, and poured oil.

“The oil temperature should reach ‘lukewarm’.” Nian Shutong pulled out a stick of wood, making the fire a little smaller.

Fu Yunhe stood aside, although it was a bit hot, he was seriously learning, not daring to step back a bit.

“What does ‘lukewarm’ mean?”

At this time, Nian Shutong, holding a wooden chopstick, shook it towards Fu Yunhe and said, “Look at this chopstick, if you put one end into the oil, you will see dense small bubbles form, that means it’s the right temperature.”

“Just like now.”

After Nian Shutong finished speaking, Fu Yunhe stepped forward to check it, mentally noting down this state.

“The next step is to pour all the fries in and fry them,” Nian Shutong reiterated the word “fry” four times; how could she admit she was wrong? Might as well persist with the mistake!

From then on, all across the interstellar, various foods were “fried.” This cooking method was dubbed the “most aggressive” cooking technique.

But all that wasn’t the point anymore; she had already poured all the fries in.

“After pouring them in, don’t rush to touch them; wait a while, about one to two minutes, then gently stir with a spoon. This is to let the fries set first, harden a bit so they won’t stick together.”

As Nian Shutong spoke, she was already scooping up the fries from the oil with a slotted spoon, shaking her wrist up and down, the fries in the spoon crackled, breaking apart into individual pieces.

“Next, continue to fry them until they turn this dark color, then scoop them out and set them aside.”

“When the oil heats up again, put these fries back in for a second frying.”

Nian Shutong explained and performed the steps consecutively, repeating the word “fry.”

Fu Yunhe felt like he was back on the battlefield, bombarding the Insect Race incessantly.

“The first frying is to cook them, and the second frying is to make them crispy. The second time just takes about a minute, and then you can take them out.”

Nian Shutong flipped her wrist, accurately scooping up the fries with the slotted spoon and placing them onto a plate beside her.

“There, just sprinkle a little salt, let them cool down a bit and they’re ready to eat.”

Nian Shutong held up the plate towards Fu Yunhe, whose eyes were almost bulging.

This flavor… this was the flavor.

The flavor that could repair his physique, he had finally encountered it again.

“Did you learn it?”

“I learned it,” Fu Yunhe nodded solemnly, assuring her, “Every step, I remembered. I just don’t know how it will turn out in practice.” @@novelbin@@

Nian Shutong set the plate down in the kitchen, on a large rock she had moved there.

The plate clanged against the rock, a crisp sound echoing.

“No worries, just practice more.”

Practice?

That meant more of the same potatoes.

Fu Yunhe was already overjoyed internally, his heart roaring with excitement, but his face remained calm as he assured, “I will practice diligently.”