The fragrance of the base material depends entirely on this step of simmering the oil, and you must quickly scoop out the ginger, scallion, and cilantro when they turn golden, to avoid them burning and turning bitter.
"First raise the temperature, then revert to medium-low heat," Chen Muxue instructed Xiaohu.
Cen Lizhui, who was a bit dizzy from the intense aroma, looked surprised as he watched Xiaohu's actions.
In controlling the fire, Chen Xiaohu's control over every bit of spiritual power was incredibly precise! For a fire attribute cultivator, this is a rare accomplishment!
In everyone's impression, fire is a symbol of rage and intensity. Cen Lizhui had seen countless fire spirit root cultivators, and they could be described as constantly exploding, leaving ashes wherever the strong ones went!
Due to their wild nature, fire spirit root cultivators often have poor control over their spiritual power, frequently exhausting themselves, and encountering bottlenecks in their cultivation because of inadequate control.
Yet Chen Xiaohu at this moment completely broke this impression, merely because he needed to control the cooking heat!
Such exquisite control, if used in cultivation, could allow the spiritual power to flow delicately between one's own meridians... achieving twice the results with half the effort!
No wonder, having acquired a spirit root not long ago, and it being the lowest grade, he had already reached Qi Cultivation Fifth Rank in just a few days!
Cen Lizhui was astounded as he thought about this, suddenly wondering whether the entire Immortal Cultivation World had perhaps gotten it wrong about cooking?
As he pondered, Chen Muxue threw the chili paste into the pot. As soon as the chili hit the pan, a "sizzle" sounded, and an extremely spicy aroma surged forth!
"Achoo! Achoo!" The sound of sneezing was unending in the kitchen.
An unprepared Cen Lizhui couldn't hold back and also sneezed, but fortunately, it happened amidst the collective sneezing of everyone else, blending in, and although someone thought the sound seemed off, they didn't dwell on it much.
The chili paste needs to be stir-fried for fifteen minutes to dry out slightly before the whole soaked dried chilies and bay leaves are added. After mixing evenly again, put in the broad bean paste.
More than half of the large jar of broad bean paste bought from the farm was already used up. Chen Muxue felt that the family's broad bean paste had a great taste, similar to her own homemade version, and thought about ordering some from them next time, and just go directly to their house to buy in the future.
After stir-frying the broad bean paste until fragrant and dispersed, add minced ginger. At this moment, the spiciness reached its peak, no longer just nostril-piercing, but an inhaling lung sensation! Cen Lizhui, who initially thought not getting to eat was already a hardship in crouching on the rooftop, didn't expect an even harder day!
Merely smelling it made him a bit dizzy from the spice!
Meanwhile, the few children in the kitchen, because of the feedings by Chen Muxue in the past days, had quite a high tolerance for spice. Although their eyes were teary, they were reluctant to leave, the smell was too wonderful!
Finally, the spices went into the pot!
"Low heat."
In an instant, the spices mellowed out the spiciness considerably; a peculiar taste of numbing spice and fresh fragrance suddenly burst into everyone's nostrils, causing mouths to salivate involuntarily!
After evenly stir-frying the spices, add the green peppercorns. The peppercorns cannot be fried for long, so in no time, rock sugar was added, and the air's fragrance grew milder but fresher. At this point, Chen Muxue poured in another large spoonful of wine!
With a "splash" sound, the last bit of off-taste from the lard vanished, and the aroma in the air reached its peak at this moment!
Was it an illusion or not? It seemed like there was a radiant swirl of spiritual energy floating above the pot?
Cen Lizhui was intoxicated by the fragrance, wishing he could jump down and snatch the pot right away, but even if he did, he probably couldn't take the pot away; others might not know, but he understood that the pot was likely a hidden divine artifact, typically bound to its owner.
Thinking so, Cen Lizhui's gaze focused on the pot, and he fell silent.