Chapter 70: The Choice of Twice-cooked Pork
The Onion Duck is very confident. It has seen Heath's cooking process. This three-no-stick dish is indeed not too difficult to make. It's just that the repetitive steps are a bit cumbersome, but it doesn't matter.
But after actually getting the hang of it, the Onion Duck regretted it. There were no problems with the previous steps and everything went smoothly. But when it really started to flip the pan, the Onion Duck found that its wings were really sour!
The muscle soreness, the need to hold the pan for a long time and to shake it constantly made Onion Duck feel extremely painful. Moreover, its wings kept doing the same thing over and over again, and it felt like its wings were about to break.
Heath glanced at Farfetch'd and couldn't help laughing. He was in a good mood. Who made Farfetch'd be interested in Three-No-Touch when there were so many other things to be interested in?
"This is retribution." Heath was so happy that he wanted to sing "Good Luck Comes" loudly. He was the one who suffered during the day, and now he can finally watch others suffer .
No wonder there was a saying that happiness is built on the suffering of others. Looking at the miserable appearance of Farfetch'd, Heath felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a can of iced Sprite on a hot day.
However, no matter how happy he was, he still had to do the necessary preparations. This time, Heath planned to use twice-cooked pork from Sichuan cuisine as the main theme of the spicy lunch, and he chose black pork for this reason.
The piece of pork that Heath bought was fat and lean, and the texture of the fat was also very good. Heath touched it and found it smooth, then he pressed his finger into it, and then some shiny liquid appeared on his finger.
Fat, Heath even smelled it. This pig is developing very well. No wonder its market price is much higher than other fast-growing pigs.
This kind of pork is a good material for making twice-cooked pork. Of course, it cannot be made now. Heath just cuts it in advance and marinates it with the sauce he prepared. This kind of twice-cooked pork does not need salt.
After finishing all the preparations for the dishes to be cooked the next day, Heath clapped his hands and looked back at the Farfalle.
The Onion Duck was so tired that it was holding up the pot with its two wings, shaking it constantly. This was the second serving of Onion Duck's Three-No-Dip Meal. The first time was made because the duck wanted to be lazy, and ended up with a dish that looked as ugly as corn paste.
Now Heath is supervising Farfetch'n to make the second serving of Three-No-Dip, but Farfetch'n looks even more tired now. This is normal, after all, Farfetch'n has been making the Three-No-Dip for almost an hour.
Even an iron man would be exhausted by the weight of the iron pot and the need to repeat the steps over and over again.
But Heath still didn't intervene. He looked at the non-stick dough in the pot. Because it was not tossed too many times, there were already some small bumps on it.
"No need to shake it. This three-no-stick dish failed. Let's try again tomorrow." Heath shook his head. The three-no-stick dish was not difficult, but it was obvious that Farfetch'd's strength was not enough.
Heath kind of misses the time when he got the silver crown. If he could maximize Farfetch'd's physical strength, would Farfetch'd's performance be better now ?
"Onion..." The Farfetch'd duck sat on the ground tiredly, its wings trembling slightly, which made Heath want to laugh.
"Have a good rest and we'll continue tomorrow. You should be able to sleep well tonight, but tomorrow..." Heath smiled and then took Farfetch'd back to his bedroom.
After a tiring day, physical fatigue will make people fall asleep quickly, and the same is true for the Onion Duck. As soon as it returned to the room, it fell on a soft cushion and fell asleep in a short while.
"Tsk tsk, let's see what you do tomorrow." Heath smacked his lips, then glanced at the sleeping Zoroark, rubbed its head with a smile, and then turned off the light.
The next morning, Heath climbed out of bed full of energy. He glanced at his mobile phone and saw that it was still five o'clock. Heath woke up Farfetch'd and Zorua, and then took the two tired Pokémon to the bathroom.
"CongCong said its wings are a little sore." Zoroa was brushing his teeth sleepily with a toothbrush while translating Farfetch'd's words to Heath.
"Normal, but just a little? It seems that Farfetch'e's previous training was effective." Heath brushed his teeth calmly and spit the foam in his mouth into the sink.
If you don't exercise for a long time and then suddenly start exercising, your muscles will be sore the next day. However, it seems that Onion Duck has improved his knife skills quite well recently. After shaking the wok for so long yesterday, he was only a little sore.
After finishing a day's washing, Heath took Farfetch'd and Zorua to the food truck, and then came to the place where Heath set up his stall every day. Heath glanced at his mobile phone and began to busy himself with making lunch.
One hundred and thirty-two lunches were more than before, but it was not a big problem for Heath, after all, he had the experience from last time.
But even so, Heath was busy entertaining the guests and it was not until 11:20 in the morning that he finally finished preparing lunch.
"Huh... I'm so tired. I'd better not entertain guests next time, otherwise it will be too late." Heath wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.
After a while, a car from the mental hospital arrived, and two male nurses and two female nurses got off. The female nurses looked similar to the men, with broad shoulders and big waists. I guess this was also the requirement of the mental hospital.
After all, if you don't have some strength, it is really difficult to hold down a mentally ill person, and you may be accidentally injured by him.
Watching the mental hospital's car leave, Heath rubbed his hands nervously. The last meal delivery mission in the prison brought Heath a lot of rewards. Not only did he get a clue, but he also got a food identifier. He didn't know what he could get now.
With such an uneasy mood, Heath continued to entertain the lunch guests, but after lunch, Heath did not see the message that the task was completed.
"Haven't you eaten yet?" Heath's expression looked a little strange.
[You have completed the meal delivery mission for the mental hospital. Ninety-three guests are satisfied with your food.]
[You received a special lottery ticket]
Heath was stunned for a moment. Only ninety-three guests were satisfied? However, when he saw the special lottery ticket in his hand, Heath was quite satisfied. This thing was lucky, and it was not impossible to change fate. He just didn't know what he would get.
However, what made Heath a little depressed was that the chef's eye task was not completed. It seemed that these two tasks were calculated separately.
