Luo Huai’an said to Second Fish, “Cut the pork tenderloin into very thin slices.”

Second Fish picked up the fresh pork tenderloin, placed it on the cutting board, and began to cut it. With a flash of cold light, the square pork tenderloin was cut evenly into thin slices.

Many people thought that spicy dishes were simply made by adding chili peppers and simmering them, but in fact, achieving the desired spicy, numbing, and fragrant flavor was quite difficult and required a lot of attention to detail.

Luo Huai’an heated a large iron pot, added vegetable oil, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried chilies, and slowly fried them over low heat.

The oil sizzled as the chilies were fried until they turned golden brown, releasing an enticing aroma.

Luo Huai’an then began to stir-fry the fermented bean paste with the chili oil she had just made, adding various seasonings such as scallions, ginger, and garlic to create a soup pot primarily made with oil.

The soup pot was a bright red color, bubbling away, and the air was filled with the pungent aroma of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns.

Luo Huai’an carefully placed the slices of pork tenderloin that Second Fish had cut into the pot to blanch. She kept a close eye on the heat, taking the meat out as soon as it turned slightly pink, because only in this way could the slices be kept smooth and tender.

She placed the blanched pork tenderloin on a plate next to her and poured the broth from the pot into the plate. Then she sprinkled chopped Sichuan peppercorns and chili flakes on the pork slices, heated a pot of oil, and poured the hot oil over the pork slices.

Suddenly, the plate was filled with the sounds of ‘gongs, drums, and firecrackers’. The ground Sichuan peppercorns, ground chili peppers, and sliced ​​meat were fried again in fresh hot oil, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma.

Luo Huai’an was the one most affected. She couldn’t help but swallow her saliva as she smelled the spicy aroma of boiled pork slices.

The aroma of boiled pork slices wafted through the air into the entire kitchen, and the other employees, as if drawn by the fragrance, couldn’t help but move closer to it.

Luo Huai’an noticed that after a short while, the birds and fish all came over, their eyes fixed on the boiled pork slices in front of them, as if their eyes were glued to them and they couldn’t look away.

“What did you make, boss? It smells amazing!”

Third Fish said thoughtfully, “It seems to be chili pepper. I had it in hot and sour shredded potatoes before. This kind of chili pepper is devilish, but it’s addictive.”

Upon seeing this, Luo Huai’an couldn’t help but sigh, the domineering flavor of spicy dishes was indeed incomparable to that of understated and delicate dishes.

Since it was almost closing time and the shop wasn’t busy, Luo Huai’an didn’t send them away. Instead, she asked them to bring bowls and chopsticks and serve the boiled meat slices.

Although she did a fair amount, there were nearly fifty people here, so each person would only get about two or three slices.

But Luo Huai’an was both the boss and the chef, so she didn’t feel ashamed at all and filled a large bowl before slipping out of the kitchen.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Qi Ze typing on his computer in the corner of the cafeteria.

She thought for a moment, then went back to the kitchen to get a set of bowls and chopsticks. She walked up to Qi Ze and asked curiously, “It’s almost time to get off work, aren’t you leaving yet?”

Qi Ze shook his head, his hands still moving. “I published a paper on fluid dynamics a few days ago, and my professor wants me to submit it to a journal. He wants me to submit it to him immediately, so I need to finish it now.”

He turned to look at Luo Huai’an and added, “Don’t worry, I can finish revising it before closing time.”

Luo Huai’an vaguely felt that she was dazzled by the academic excellence, which made her very envious.

Once, when she had just woken up and wanted to earn money, the Kitchen God said to her, “You have no education and no skills. If you don’t learn to cook with me, you will find it difficult to make a living in the human world.”

She didn’t believe it at the time, but when she went down the mountain, she found that even supermarket clerks needed to have a college degree or above, so she had no choice but to learn cooking from the Kitchen God.

Although she was a deity who knew everything, her mind filled with complex and obscure knowledge imparted by the Heavenly Dao, in modern times, without a degree, one could not find a good job. The dignified Pixiu, a mythical beast that wards off evil, a deity of Heavenly Blessings, has had her path to wealth thwarted by her lack of education.

Luo Huai’an thought about it again. She realized that improving her education was ultimately for the purpose of making money. Phoenix was so poor that he had to work part-time to support himself; he certainly wasn’t as wealthy as her. In short, she had won.

Because Luo Huai’an was beside him, Qi Ze couldn’t help but be a little distracted. He noticed that Luo Huai’an would look at him with envy one moment, and then with a hint of happiness the next.

He was puzzled, wondering why his boss was looking at him like that.

Mythical Beast Cafeteria translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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