mtl008 Chapter 73 - 71: Moke Bamboo Rice Ball (Seeking the first subscription!)_1
Chapter 73 - 71: Moke Bamboo Rice Ball (Seeking the first subscription!)_1
In the kitchen, a delicate fragrance of bamboo permeates, sweeter than dew in the morning, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste with every inhalation.
Ye Hanjun watches the little tadpole in the kettle, amused.
This little creature isn’t driven by instinct but pure curiosity, eager to understand what they are eating.
Yet, the result is quite obvious. To the pure white tadpole, aromatic green glutinous rice, which has a sweet and soft taste for humans, seems like a useless waste product with no benefits.
Gulp, gulp; It’s swallowing and spitting water again.
After a while, it feels less sticky in its mouth and refuses any further attempts to taste the rice.
"Huazhu, watch it so I won’t be distracted."
"Yes, Sir."
The desert witch gently grabs the kettle with a pair of tongs and cradles it in her arms.
The little tadpole seems to understand something, it ceases its aimless wanderings and no longer spurts water recklessly.
It peeks out with its round little head, blinking with eyes the size of tiny grains, observing surreptitiously.
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"Let’s start!"
Ye Hanjun takes out a white sweatband from somewhere and ties it on his forehead, giving the proceeding a sense of ceremony.
He then weighs the cooked aromatic green glutinous rice, ensures the weight is correct, and evenly divides it into twenty-five parts.
Opening the refrigerated storage cabinet, he retrieves diced peanut essence, purple sweet potato radish, shredded lettuce, and sesame seeds.
From a room-temperature jar, he pours out three pounds of crocodile meat floss.
He tosses everything into a large bowl, stirring constantly.
Something magical happens. These mostly solid ingredients gradually turn into a viscous liquid.
The myriad of colors eventually converge into a purple-yellow hue.
Ye Hanjun dare not be careless, he maximizes his Super Spirituality, firmly covering the entire kitchen with its power.
He starts heating the pot, pouring in a sauce made of honey, gold pepper sesame oil, and shrimp soy sauce in a 3:2:1 ratio, carefully controlling the flame’s temperature.
When a peculiar aroma begins to rise, he quickly grabs a green rice ball with a pair of chopsticks, drops it into the well-stirred viscous liquid.
After soaking for five seconds, he immediately takes it out and tosses it right into the pot.
"Pitter-patter-"
The splattering oil, like a creature awakened from deep slumber, makes the whole stove protest with noise.
Ye Hanjun, however, remains indifferent, continuing the process of dipping rice balls into the viscous mixture and then into the pot, over and over again.
When he starts frying the fifth rice ball, he turns over the first one he put in.
Huazhu, not far away, suddenly notices that the scent of bamboo in the air has intensified, with its concentration increasing every second.
"Whoosh-"
A dazzling green light flashes briefly.
By the time he starts frying the tenth rice ball, the first rice ball he had placed in the pot, contracted sharply. It went from the size of a bowl to the size of a fist.
Ye Hanjun gives a slight smile, quickly removes it from the pot, and places it between two washed bamboo leaves to cool naturally.
"Whoosh-"
"Whoosh-"
"Whoosh-"
The extraordinary scene of the culinary process keeps appearing one after the other, visible green smoke begins to waft around the kitchen, filling the air with the refreshing aroma of bamboo.
An hour later, Ye Hanjun turns off the stove.
He sighs in relief as he inspects the neatly arranged dark green rice balls on the table and smiles contentedly.
Not bad, only five failed.
An 80% success rate, consistent with the loss estimate he had anticipated.
"Chomp-"
Ye Hanjun picks up the first rice ball and shoves it right into his mouth.
The instant his teeth bite into it, a burst of flavor charges down his esophagus, reaching the deepest corners of his organs.
Especially at his heart, a cool numbing feeling, as if little insects were crawling within.
Huazhu holds her breath, watching intently as green lightning seems to flash across the depths of Ye Hanjun’s dark obsidian-like eyes.
The flashes hurtled by, leaving no trace. His once pale complexion now sports a touch of rosiness.
"Crack-crack-"
Ye Hanjun stretches his spine, with several joints popping like chestnuts roasting.
He’s like a young dragon that’s been bent over for a long time, finally standing up slowly from a crawling position.
While he still lacks vitality, the improvement is significant compared to the appearance of a fragile, dying man he held before. He certainly regained a slight bit of energy.
"Whew...refreshing!"
Ye Hanjun doesn’t skimp on his praises for himself.
It’s hard to imagine just a few days ago when he first arrived at Canghai Pavilion, he would spit blood with every hundred steps.
Jia Pengpeng, who accompanied him there, once thought he had contracted the plague.
Even yesterday, when he followed Da Mu’er and Sikong Wei and rushed into the initiation workshop,
Running just a few hundred meters was enough to make his chest hurt.
Now... all that is behind him.
Moke Bamboo Rice Balls, a recipe developed by a talented but unfortunately fated Cuisine Master.
It’s said that due to the poverty later generations faced, they sold their family properties. The secret recipe then changed hands several times and finally ended up with the Ye family.
Although those considered talented in the outside world aren’t really appreciated in the "Ming Lamp Night Clan", where the ancestor held the title of the leader.
It’s not a seminal family recipe, and any direct descendants could peruse the recipe; it’s not included in the treasury as part of the core heritage of the clan.
Nonetheless, at this particular point in time, it’s turned out to be quite useful.
"So, the food is for body conditioning?" Huazhu was surprised.
"Yes!" Ye Hanjun smiled and exclaimed:
"Moke bamboo rice balls have excellent nourishing and blood-enriching effects."
"Each one is comparable to a top-tier elixir of the same rank."
"After taking it continuously for a period of time, my battered body will surely improve, and there is hope for a resurgence."
"It’s a pity though," Ye Hanjun said with slight regret:
"Moke bamboo rice balls are only suitable for humans, or at most Demi-humans of small stature."
"It has no effect on the Witch tribe when they consume it."
Huazhu shook her head, looking at her chest wound and smiled:
"My Lord, you don’t have to worry about me. The days I’ve been staying in the Contract Space are the most stable sleep I’ve had in recent years."
"Such little pain is nothing to me compared to the uncontrollable rampage. It’s just a matter of three to five days and it will pass in a blink of an eye."
"I see."
Ye Hanjun nodded, seeing this as an opportunity for knowledge sharing, he continued:
"There are actually two reasons why I was able to make this recipe."
"Firstly, the original creator of this recipe was at least a Rank 5. Having someone of this rank develop a recipe specifically for lower ranks, with all kinds of parameters refined to the extreme, is simply like using superior operations."
"Secondly, my perception is even stronger, somewhat covering the passive abilities of ’Temperature Control’ and ’Scent Detection’, which indirectly assist in improving the success rate."
"Of course, it still can’t compare to a real chef."
"They also have active abilities like ’Dextrous Hands’ and ’Efficient Cooking’. As long as they get all the parameters of the recipe, they can basically achieve a 100% success rate. The final food effect will also be enhanced, and they can increase the effect by 15 to 20 percent...."
"Yiye~~~~ Yiyeye~~~~"
The exuberant cooking battle officially comes to an end.
The little tadpole escaped from the clutches of Little Black Hat and circled around a pile of rice balls.
When it confirmed that it had absolutely no interest, it felt bored.
As a result, it wandered around every corner of the kitchen, embarking on the Little Tadpole’s Great Adventure, looking here and there, observing the world with its own eyes, and cheerfully amusing itself.
After Ye Hanjun finished teaching, he began wrapping the rice balls in bamboo leaves one by one.
As magic food, it’s impossible to identify its derived traits with conventional knowledge.
Like the "shelf life", this is a problem that cannot be avoided.
The best tasting period for Moke bamboo rice balls is only three days. After being preserved at a low temperature, it can be extended to at most seven days.
Once it exceeds that, the food’s effects will greatly decrease and lose its value in one to two days.
Therefore, unless there are special circumstances.
Ye Hanjun will take one of these Moke bamboo rice balls a day, for a maximum of seven.
He will set aside two pieces for emergencies.
The remaining ten pieces must be dealt with as soon as possible.
But before that...
Ye Hanjun took off his sweat towel and washed his hands with flower soap.
After ensuring that there were no dirt left in the gaps of his fingernails, he opened the villa’s door and looked straight to the left.
"Huff! Huff!"
"Huff! Huff!"
The wide open road outside the door saw a ’toothed deer’ with huge tusks, straining its antlers and stamping its feet, making its way towards them.
On it, a total of ten long ropes were tied.
At the other end of the ropes was a huge box, thirty meters long, ten meters wide, ten meters high, completely black, with signs of rust.
"Oh my goodness, how come such a young girl has so many things...."
"I lost out, lost out big time...."
"Young lady, we have old and young family members at home. Over a dozen mouths are waiting on us. Can’t you add a little more money? This trip is definitely a loss for us...."
The toothed deer slowly walked forward, and the few people who were walking behind it were gradually exposed.
The one leading them was a burly man, bare-armed and covered in sweat.
He wrinkled his dark face and implored the person next to him.
"But...wasn’t the price set in advance?"
Ye Hanjun couldn’t be more familiar with the person he was speaking to.
Green short hair, pink ostrich, such a symbolic combination, who else could it be but Su Mei.
"Uncle, this is not right."
"I’ve confirmed with you at the beginning that I have quite a lot of stuff to move, and I have already raised the price once based on this."
"Why do you raise the price again when we get to the place? Are you bullying me because I’m a student?"
"No, not at all."
The burly man begged for mercy, then sighed and said,
"Look at my toothed deer, it’s exhausted, I’m afraid it won’t be able to work for the next couple of days."
"How could I have known your goods were so many, so heavy."
"Yes, it is my negligence. I shouldn’t blame the customer, but...I’m helpless too, you know..."
"Oh? Do you really have no other way?"
A soft voice suddenly sounded. The burly man was stunned and involuntarily looked towards the voice.
"Master Han!"
Su Mei, who had been harassed to the point of annoyance, revealed a hint of joy upon hearing the words.
She patted the ostrich’s neck, the ostrich understood and stopped abruptly in front of the horrifying biped, standing tall with its chest held high, ready to go.