Chapter 62: Master Chen and Master Mo

After a busy morning, Master Chen finally started cooking.

Master Chen’s full name is Chen Kangkang, a loyal fan of Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream.

He is also very hands-on. After watching the livestream for so many days, he has always wanted to try cooking himself. But every time, his dishes would go bad before he even started cooking, stir-frying would end up burnt, and frying meat would end up scorched. These small difficulties forced him to give up.

But this time, he was confident.

Because it’s simple.

Rinse the rice, put it in the pot, add water, and the ratio of water to rice is 1:1. Each portion should be about the same, so Master Chen skipped the step of measuring the water in grams.

After putting it in the pot, bring the water to a boil over high heat, and after a few minutes, when it starts bubbling, reduce the heat.

He hummed a song, staring at his dreamy rice, imagining that after it boiled, it should be delicious, even  if not a hundred percent like Qiuqiu’s, at least half, after all, he followed the steps.

But as he waited, he began to feel a bit anxious.

It’s been five minutes, why is there no sound?

Is the pot not right? Master Chen decided to open the lid and take a look.

Oops, the water hasn’t boiled yet.

He closed the lid again and resumed waiting. Shortly after, he felt like it had been a long time, so he opened the lid again.

Opening and closing the lid repeatedly, he felt it wasn’t right to open it so many times, as the heat would dissipate. So he forced himself to wait five minutes before opening it again.

But after five minutes, the pot still wasn’t bubbling. Master Chen hurried over to lift the lid—

The rice that had been cooking for a long time was already starting to dry from the bottom, turning black and yellow. Master Chen realized there was no water left, panicked, poured in another cup of water, and started cooking again.

Five minutes later.

After a busy morning, Master Chen tasted the rice he cooked, overturned the steamer, and posted his “tragic” experience on a forum, earning a big laugh.

Although Master Chen didn’t get delicious food, he got happiness!

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Master Mo Si, whose cooking skills don’t match his profession, also tried cooking at home.

The kitchen at home had never been used since it was built.

Master Mo Si held utensils, feeling awkward with every grip. He furrowed his handsome brows. Why did the handle of the spatula have to be like this? And the pot…

While opening Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream, he took out the ingredients and utensils prepared nearby.

The ingredients included the top-grade rice and flour brought back from Freshness Taotao Site, while the utensils included but were not limited to a precise gram-scale robot, a small robot for measuring temperature and calculating time, and a small robot for monitoring air changes.

He followed Jiang Qiuqiu’s teaching step by step, from pouring the rice, his majestic spirit focusing on each grain of rice and each drop of water falling down, ensuring a 1:1 ratio.

Then, he stirred, leveled, and steamed.

His expression was solemn, his eyes serious and focused, as  if he wasn’t cooking but standing at the helm deciding the future direction.

The rice was steamed.

He turned up the heat, and the bubbling sound quickly came. Master Mo Si reduced the heat at the moment it boiled.

Soon, a faint smell of rice wafted through the room, not as strong as yesterday’s, but still fresh and pleasant. Master Mo Si’s eyes brightened slightly.

He just wanted to uncover the secrets of the food on Jiang Qiuqiu.  If he could unravel them—

On the interstellar battlefield, soldiers will have a new way to relieve fatigue and consume “natural remedies.”

The rice was ready. Master Mo Si took a bite, then swallowed the rice expressionlessly.