If it worked, it would be like mastering a small trick. If it didn't, there was no real loss—at most, just a few scorched peanuts. For Lin Ji's Food at the moment, this kind of loss was negligible.
He didn't dare to let them bake for too long and didn't even cover the pot. About two to three minutes later, he raked out the peanuts buried in the salt. Then he used a strainer to sift them, pouring all the peanuts onto a tray to spread out and prevent the residual heat from scorching them.
While the peanuts were cooling, Lin Xu took a cucumber, cut it vertically, laid one half flat on the cutting board, and sliced it diagonally into cucumber slices. After cutting, he arranged the cucumber slices in a circle on a plate, with the arcs facing outward, trying to form a flower-like pattern as much as possible. When the peanuts were cool enough, he carefully placed them in the center with a spoon.
