Whether the base material was fragrant or not depended on the boiling oil. To avoid the bitter taste, the ginger, scallion, and coriander had to be taken out as soon as they turned golden in order.
"Let's heat it up first, then turn it back to medium-low fire," Chen Muxue said to Xiaohu.
Cen Li, who was a little dizzy from being chased by the fragrance on the roof, was surprised to see Xiaohu's actions.
When he was controlling the fire, Chen Xiaohu was extremely precise with his control of spirit power! This was very rare for a fire element cultivator!
In everyone's mind, fire was a symbol of violence. Cen Li had seen countless cultivators with fire spiritual roots. When they used their power, it could be said that there were constant explosions. Where the strong passed, there was a pile of ashes!
Because of its wildness, cultivators with fire spiritual roots had poor control of their power and often had situations where their strength was exhausted. Therefore, they also often got stuck in their cultivation.
However, Chen Xiaohu had completely broken this impression. This was because he had to control the heat!
Such exquisite control, if used in cultivation, would allow spirit power to flow in the meridians of the body with half the effort!
It was no wonder that he, who had just obtained a spiritual root of the lowest grade, had already reached level five Qi Refining Stage in only a few days!
When Cen Li thought of this, he was shocked. He suddenly thought, 'Could it be that the entire cultivation world has a wrong view on cooking?'
Just as he was thinking, Chen Muxue put the chili paste into the wok. As soon as the chili was put in, a sizzling sound was heard, and extremely spicy steam gushed out!
"Achoo! Achoo!" In the kitchen, the sound of sneezing could be heard.
Caught off guard, Cen Li sneezed as well. Fortunately, he sneezed when everyone else was sneezing. Some of them thought that something was wrong, but they did not think too much about it.
The chili needed to be stir-fried for fifteen minutes until it was slightly dry, then the whole soaked dry chili and fragrant leaves were added. After stir-frying it again, the bean paste was added.
The large jar of bean paste she bought at the farmhouse had already been half-consumed. Chen Muxue felt that the bean paste here tasted pretty good. Her self-made bean paste was almost the same. She thought of ordering some from that family next time and buying it directly from their house.
After the bean paste was stir-fried, ginger powder was added. The spiciness was at its peak, and it was not as simple as attacking the nose, but entering the lungs!
Cen Li had thought that squatting on the roof was already a chore since he couldn't eat it, but he didn't expect that there would be something even more difficult today!
He was a little dizzy from the spiciness just by smelling it!
As for the children in the kitchen, because of Chen Muxue's feeding these few days, they had a higher tolerance for spicy food. Although they were in tears, they were still reluctant to go out. It smelled so good!
Finally, the spices were in the wok! The spiciness was instantly softened by the spices, and a strange spicy and fresh fragrance instantly assaulted everyone's noses. Their mouths involuntarily began to salivate!
After stir-frying the spices, she added the green wild pepper. The wild pepper could not be stir-fried for too long. After a while, she added in rock sugar. The fragrance in the air became softer and more delicious. At this time, Chen Muxue put in another big spoonful of wine!
With a "whooshing" sound, the last trace of the lard's strange smell disappeared, and the fragrance in the air also reached its peak at this time!
Cen Li didn't know if it was an illusion, but why did he feel that there was a brilliant and colorful spiritual energy lingering around the wok?
He was dizzy from the fragrance. He wished he could jump down and take the wok away. However, even if he did that, he would not be able to take it. Others might not know, but he was sure that the wok was probably a hidden divine weapon, and divine weapons usually recognized their owners.
As he thought of this, Cen Li's gaze happened to be focused on the wok, and he fell silent.