自創小說的集合地

I've had enough of that beast meat! I want to eat gourmet food, at least something that's been seasoned to remove the gamey taste. So I went into seclusion for three days, sorted out the materials I could currently obtain, and combined them with cooking methods for beast meat. I then made an official announcement. Starting today, the academy cafeteria will offer limited quantities of crispy pork lard, spicy grilled skewers, salt and pepper pork strips, and rich pork bone broth, in addition to boiled beast meat. For the spicy grilled skewers, pork is cut into appropriate sizes, skewered, and grilled. During grilling, it's brushed with lard and sprinkled with a mixture of ground dried chili, Sichuan peppercorns, and salt. The salt and pepper pork strips involve cutting pork into long strips, coating them with sweet potato starch, frying them in lard until golden brown, and then generously sprinkling them with the Sichuan peppercorn and salt mixture while hot. The rich pork bone broth is even simpler: blanch and clean the pork bones, then put them in cold water and bring to a boil over high heat. Simmer over low heat for eight hours until the broth turns milky white, then season with salt and cilantro. Fortunately, due to the spiritual energy in this world, the meat isn't too gamey. Otherwise, it would be hard to stomach without alcohol to remove the smell. What? I didn't get Shen Wansan's wine? Come on, if I used that up, what would I have for myself later? Also, due to limited ingredients, the number of new and improved dishes is very small. And after some time, I realized that students could barely buy any because the staff and teachers snapped them up first. There's nothing I can do about that. When students finish class depends on the teacher, and usually, by the time students are done, the staff and teachers are already queuing at the cafeteria.

So, besides confirming the true contents of the small forest, I deliberately mentioned the concept of cultivation, and successfully caught the attention of the academy head. Finally, the higher-ups unanimously decided that I would temporarily serve as the head of the academy cafeteria and concurrently as a cultivation mentor. All matters related to imports would be under my charge, as long as it didn't affect my cultivation. This means that for the next two years or so, I'll be the one deciding whether the cafeteria food is good or not, and what can be eaten. I've also become the most unprovokable person in the entire academy, including the head. The second new academy rule is to designate a piece of land within the central management area of the academy for me to conduct cultivation experiments and to teach students with plant-related talents about cultivation. The final academy rule is that starting today, unauthorized entry into the small forest area by academy students is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught engaging in poaching, picking, or other ecological destruction activities will be punished according to academy rules: three days of confinement and ten days of cafeteria ban, strictly enforced. And I must enter the small forest to find edible plants or spices that can be artificially cultivated and bred. After all, a large field awaits my cultivation, and it cannot be wasted. No one knows that this incident led to this nameless, numbered intermediate academy eventually getting a name years later, becoming the birthplace of agriculture, and being crowned --- the 'Agricultural Ancestor Professional Academy'. It became the only institution in the Xinghuang Empire to directly advance from an intermediate academy to a top-tier academy, and is jointly supported by the Four Great Empires. Of course, since the academy cafeteria has become my direct subordinate unit, as its head, the first thing I'll do is introduce new dishes!

On the first day Shen Jing moved into his new place, he noticed a crack under the door, about a finger's width. He thought it was strange and looked down, but it was pitch black inside the crack, and there was nothing. The landlord said the old door was cut short and it didn't affect its use, so he didn't pay it any mind. That night, as he was sleeping, he heard a noise outside the door. It sounded like someone dragging something down the hallway, a rustling sound, slowly passing his door. He didn't open the door. The next morning, when he went out, he found a strand of hair stuck under the door crack. It was black and very long, tangled in the crack and couldn't be pulled out. He cut it off with scissors and swept it away. The next day, another strand appeared. He installed a security camera facing the door. That night, the hallway was empty on the footage, but a strand of hair slowly extended from under the door crack, as if someone was crouching outside the door and pushing their hair through the gap. He opened the door and rushed out, but there was no one in the hallway. He returned to his room and found the hair on the floor was gone. The door crack was still the same width, but there was a note underneath: "Your door crack is too wide. I watch you sleep through it every night." Shen Jing sealed the door crack with tape. That night, as he slept, he heard the sound of tape being ripped off, very slowly, as if someone on the other side was peeling it off piece by piece. He didn't dare to open his eyes. The next morning, he checked the door crack. The tape was gone, and another note was under the door crack: "If you seal the door crack, I won't be able to see you. So tonight, I'm going to squeeze my whole body in." Shen Jing hired workers to replace the door that very day. After the new door was installed, the crack was very small, so small that not even a piece of paper could fit through. He breathed a sigh of relief. That night, he slept

The academy cafeteria became my first point of promotion. After the incident was reported by the cafeteria supervisor, the academy's higher-ups became very interested, especially in the pork lard residue, which was praised as unparalleled in the world, sparking intense curiosity. Thus, I was summoned to the academy's central administrative building, to the conference room on the top floor. Of course, I brought the newly refined pork lard residue with me. As soon as I entered the administrative building, the rich aroma of oil caused a commotion among many staff members in the enclosed space. Inside the sealed, quiet elevator, I could clearly hear the sound of the academy head's secretary, who was escorting me upstairs, swallowing. In the large conference room, I saw six other people besides the academy head: the two vice heads, the academic year education director, the general discipline director, and two others who were likely the current education directors for the second and third years. This is because, unlike in my previous life, our academy has one education director per grade level; otherwise, it would be unmanageable with so many students. After everyone present tasted the pork lard residue, and the academy head's secretary had quite a bit, they finally attempted to regain their composure from their earlier ravenous state. They earnestly began asking me questions, primarily about the truth of the rumors concerning the abundance of edible plants in the small forest. Actually, my plan was not only to convey the types of usable plants but also to teach some cultivation techniques. After all, if people really started eating them, the small forest could be reduced to a desert in an instant.

"Actually, this is made from the pork fat I asked you for. This is a byproduct, the main thing is this lard." I answered honestly. It wasn't that I was hiding treasures, but there was no need. My main goal is to promote culinary culture, and this is just the first step. If the goal is promotion, then you can't hide treasures. Many things have been lost due to old sayings. Something like 'teaching a disciple starves the master,' which is why many skills and recipes were lost in my past life. Masters would rather take them to their graves than pass them on to their disciples. I really don't know how that saying came about. I also used my time to process some of the materials I found, for example, turning sweet potatoes into sweet potato starch, which is a great auxiliary ingredient in many dishes. Of course, potato starch is the same. Also, I stir-fried some Sichuan peppercorns until fragrant and dry, then ground them into powder. I'm also planning to sun-dry some chili peppers. I still use a hammer to grind things into powder. I found a stone, smashed a hole in it with a hammer, and then used a wooden stick to grind it. I don't have any tools. However, I also mentioned to the supervisor that there are many edible materials in the small woods of the academy, and I hope the academy will pay attention to them. I also conveyed that I am willing to teach the knowledge of identifying and processing them to anyone who wants to learn. Of course, I won't teach them how to use them, because what I want is for a hundred flowers to bloom, not for them to simply use them according to my instructions. However, I will also teach some simple cooking methods to the cafeteria staff. After all, someone has to be the first to eat the crab to understand its deliciousness, right?

In Shen Li's home, the ice cubes from her refrigerator's ice maker always came out in strange shapes after freezing. They weren't cubes, but all sorts of irregular forms. Some looked like fingers, some like ears, some like teeth. Feeling disgusted, she washed the ice tray several times and refilled it with water. The next day, the frozen ice cubes had even clearer shapes. This time, it was a complete face, eyes closed, expression serene. Shen Li poured the entire tray of ice into the sink, watching it melt. The melting water had a faint pinkish hue, like diluted blood. She dared not use the ice tray again and put it away in a cabinet. That night when she drank water, the ice cubes in her glass were normal cubes she bought from the convenience store. After a few sips, she looked down at the glass, and the ice cubes had changed shape at some point. They had transformed into a face, eyes open, staring at her. Terrified, she threw the glass to the floor, shattering the ice cubes. When the fragments were pieced together, it was still a face, the mouth opening and closing as if speaking. Shen Li crouched down to listen. A faint voice emanated from the ice cubes: "You washed me away three times. I'm so cold." "Who are you?" "I'm the previous tenant," the ice cube said. "I died in the winter, and no one found me. The refrigerator was always on, so I lived inside." Shen Li froze. She remembered the landlord mentioning that the previous tenant was a lonely old man who had passed away long before being discovered. "Then why are you in my refrigerator?" "Because you washed the ice tray clean," the ice cube said. "I originally lived in that tray, and since you washed me out, I had no choice but to live somewhere else." "Somewhere else?" The ice cube fell silent.

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Oh, I forgot to mention, from Shen Wansan's tomb, besides the Water Spirit Pearl and the Butcher's Cleaver Technique and knife, I also found a large amount of wine, salt, pepper, soy sauce, vinegar, and other seasonings in his burial objects, as well as a pile of ancient books. Of course, everything was stored in the little furball's space. These things are priceless treasures right now. So, I won't be short of seasonings in the short term, but since there's no long-term supply, I still need to use them sparingly. As I was rendering lard, the rich aroma attracted the cafeteria supervisor and the cafeteria staff and seniors who were resting. Everyone gathered around, sniffing the air and curiously asking what I was doing. After the lard was rendered, I dropped a few Sichuan peppercorns at the bottom of the container to add flavor. It's a pity I don't have soybeans, otherwise, it would be even better. Seeing everyone's greedy expressions, I generously shared some of the crispy lard residue. If only I had sugar, dipping the lard residue in white sugar would have been amazing. Of course, it's also delicious eaten plain, but you can't eat too much, or you'll get tired of it easily. This crispy lard residue was incredibly popular, perhaps because there's no concept of deep-frying in this world. Meat is either boiled or simply roasted over a fire, with no other seasonings or spices besides salt. This fragrant and crispy lard residue disappeared from my sight at an extremely fast pace. "I never expected you to have this skill. What is this? How did you make it?" The cafeteria supervisor patted my back vigorously, with a force that would make an uninformed person think he was trying to kill me.

Using my keen sense of smell, I successfully found something within the academy's small grove. Though called small, it wasn't small at all. Besides harmless small animals intentionally released there, there were no cultivated plants. It was about ten hectares in size, but students habitually called it the small grove, and the name stuck. Anyway, I managed to find quite a few edible plants in the small grove, such as wild potatoes and sweet potatoes in the soil, as well as wild onions, ginger, garlic, and even seasonings like chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, not to mention wild vegetables and fruits. To me, this small grove was essentially a natural, fresh grocery shelf, the kind you get for free. So, one day, after discussing with the person in charge of managing the cafeteria, I successfully obtained some fattier pork. I separated the pork fat from the lean meat. During the cafeteria's break time, I borrowed tools and rendered some lard. After cutting the pork fat into strips and boiling it with water until the water evaporated, the lard naturally remained. Once the crispy pork cracklings were removed, I added washed wild onions, ginger, garlic, and a bit of old wine obtained from Chen Wansan's tomb to remove the gamey smell, then filtered and cooled it. Lard isn't fried as it might seem; it's rendered. Lard rendered this way not only freezes whiter when cooled but also is less prone to splattering during cooking. The rendered pork cracklings are also more aesthetically pleasing and crispy.

Shen Li was driving to a business trip in another city, taking a mountain road for the first time. She set up her navigation and followed the voice prompts. After driving for almost an hour, the navigation suddenly said, "Turn right in 300 meters." She looked at the road sign. To the right was a narrow path, unlit and seemingly unused for a long time. But she was in a hurry, so she turned in anyway. The path grew darker and darker, with weeds on both sides, yet the navigation insisted, "Go straight." After ten minutes of driving, an old house appeared ahead, its iron gate half-open, with lights on inside. The navigation said, "You have arrived at your destination." Shen Li froze. Her destination was a hotel, not this place. She turned off the navigation and reset it. The navigation recalculated the route and said, "Please make a U-turn." She reversed and turned back to the small road. The navigation said, "Turn left in 300 meters." Turning left led her back to the main road she had entered from. She turned onto the main road and re-entered the hotel address. This time, the navigation worked normally and successfully took her to the hotel. The next day, on her way back, she passed the same mountain road. The navigation suddenly said, "Turn right in 300 meters." Remembering what happened yesterday, she decided to ignore the navigation and continued straight. The navigation repeated "Turn right" three times, but she didn't turn. On the fourth try, the navigation's voice changed. It became the voice of a little girl, very soft: "Why didn't you turn?" Shen Li gripped the steering wheel, not daring to respond. "Yesterday, when you turned in, I set up the route for you. If you just followed it, you would have reached my house. If you don't turn today, I'll have to come out myself." Shen Li looked in the rearview mirror and saw a little girl sitting in the back seat.