Chapter 1763 Gretel: Rather than Dealing with Affairs, I Want to Stew Meat for Cerela

"A whole sheep."

"Cut in half with one knife."

"Half and half braised."

"Half boiled."

Gretel rolled up his sleeves and worked hard. While cutting, he put a smile on his lips and hummed a tune softly. He is not good at slaughtering sheep, let alone breaking down slaughtered sheep, but this does not prevent him from working——

"This is the vertebrae, and here's where the vertebrae meet the ribs, cut open."

"This is the leg bone, and here's the greater trochanter of the femur."

"This is……"

Hmm, is it difficult to frustrate a doctor when it comes to cutting up mutton?

Just follow the texture of the muscles, the gaps between the joints, and the connections of various membranes and ligaments, and use a sharp scalpel to remove it, piece by piece, and cut it cleanly!

The hand-caught mutton should be cut into large pieces, palm-sized and fist-thick. Then, throw it into the cauldron, summon crystal ice and snow, pour it into the cauldron, and light the fire directly to boil;

The braised lamb should be cut into small, half-inch square pieces. First blanch, then cut into pieces, sauté the onions and ginger until fragrant, stir-fry the mutton until the surface changes color, then add water, soy sauce, rock sugar, etc., bring to a boil over high heat and then simmer over low heat...

Gretel: "..."

Why can't it be cooked? Why can't it be cooked? Why can't it be cooked?

Grete went from smiling at the beginning, to scratching his head an hour later, to fidgeting an hour and a half later.

Braised mutton, logically speaking, after boiling over high heat and then lowering the heat, it should be cooked through in forty minutes. Even if there is a lot of mutton in the pot, it cannot be cooked in forty minutes. It should be cooked in an hour!

He has been stewing for an hour and a half!

It doesn't matter if the stew is not tender, don't overcook it. In the end, it will be a dead end. In the end, the love meal that Serira had when she came out of seclusion, the meal he made with his own hands, was not delicious at all!

"...Where is Bernard?"

Gretel had to consult an expert. A long, long time ago, when he was a little mage with less than level five, he would often roll up his sleeves and cook meat himself;

However, later on, his level became higher and higher, and he became busier and busier. Of course, the World of Warcraft he came into contact with became more and more powerful - all the stew work in the team was handed over to Bernard, without any exception.

So, why is this pot of mutton, or rather, these two pots of mutton, not yet cooked or rotten? I should ask Bernard about this matter...

Bernard has been in the mountains near Dragon Island, climbing mountains, swinging sticks, fighting with Idian, and using various methods to train himself, hoping that one day he can set foot in the legend.

Hearing the call from his boss, he hurried over, sweating profusely while carrying the big stick. Then, he heard a question that left him speechless for a long time:

"Can't the mutton be cooked well?"

"Yes, yes!" Gretel stared at Bernard with expectant eyes, hoping to hear some good news from him:

"Bernard, I cooked this for Cerela. I hope she can have a hot meal that tastes good after her sleep is over... Is there any way? Is there any way to boil this sheep to pieces? "

Bernard walked around the pot of braised lamb, then walked around the pot of hand-caught lamb, and checked the lamb horns that Grete had left outside and had not been put into the pot to cook. Then, he let out a long sigh:

"Boss, what level of monster is this sheep you cooked...?"

"... Does it look like level 12? Or is it level 14?" Grete answered a little guilty - he really didn't remember it.

Maybe, when a dragon tribe threw this sheep to him as a reward or something, he didn't tell him?

Anyway, for a mature dragon, even an adult dragon, there is no difference between a level 12 magic sheep and a level 14 magic sheep. They both rush down from the sky, catch them, and take them away. ?

But there was no need for him to say any more. Because after Bernard heard the answer "twelve, fourteen", he looked at him with extremely helpless eyes:

"Boss, you're going to burn high-level monsters like this? Just light a fire casually? - It won't be cooked like this!"

"What should we do?"

"If it is a spell caster, the fire element should be penetrated into the flesh. The more even the penetration, the better."

Bernard recalled the high-level Warcraft cooking rules he learned from Idian and the tribe elders. Not surprisingly, he saw Gretel shaking his head violently:

"I won't!"

What is the element of fire? Isn't flame just the redox reaction between combustibles and oxygen? As for the fire element——

He has seen an intelligent fire element before. That thing should be bound by mental power and exist in a plasma state, some kind of intelligent life form.

When it comes to infiltrating the fire element into the mutton, Grete's understanding is probably to speed up the movement of the molecules of the mutton and increase the temperature? Then I might as well put the pot into the microwave. Anyway, this big pot uses a clay pot...

"You won't let it go." Bernard pushed him out with force:

"I'll come, I'll come! Give me two hours and I'll definitely give you a pot of good mutton, no, two pots of good mutton! You can go about your business, you don't have to worry about these things!"

"Hello……"

Gretel was pushed out step by step. Push out the room, push out the corridor, push the elevator forward.

The elevator door opened with a "ding" sound on the next floor. The magicians who came to wait for his instructions, approval, and guidance gathered around impatiently:

"Master Nordmark, my newly submitted application for withdrawing experimental materials has arrived at your place. You can withdraw the materials once you approve it!"

"Mage Nordmark, something strange happened when we were modifying the cloning technique. I would like you to come and take a look! - The lifespan of the body we created is not quite right!"

"Mage Nordmark, Legend of Langer hopes to obtain some remains of outside creatures. Legend of Philby said that he needs the consent of the dragon clan... This matter needs to be mediated by you..."

"Master Nordmark, there is a communication from Nevis, there is a difficult case, please help with consultation..."

"Master Nordmark, can my new paper be published in the journal Life?"

"Mage Nordmark..."

Gretel: Ahhhhhhhh!

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!

I just stole two hours of laziness!

I just stewed a pot of meat for Cerela, and it hasn’t even been cooked yet! Why do so many things come to your door again!

I don’t want to work, I don’t want to work, I don’t want to work… I’ve almost finished my own research, and all that’s left is waiting and verification. Instead of being busy with routine work here, I might as well go stew meat for Cerela…

"You all get out of the way! Line up, take your time, I'll ask one by one! - Where is Leon? Leon! Help make a record!"

The crowd dispersed with a roar, and then, in front of him, they lined up in an extremely long row, with their tails swung all the way to the entrance of the stairs, and then bent downwards.

Grete breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to return to the study, dealing with them one by one, when a light flashed in front of him, and a magician teleported directly over:

"Nordmark Mage!—Emergency!"