Chapter 161

Lin manyue stops Mian.

With his hands almost touching the sugar bowl, Mian took them back.

She just went to the bathroom and washed her hands with disinfectant, so she didn't wear gloves.

There's tomato juice between your fingers. It feels sticky.

"What's the matter, full moon? Didn't I cut the tomatoes well? "

Mian admires Lin manyue very much.

When I came to learn how to cook, I could cut the dishes so well.

The tremella soup was praised by the teacher.

In terms of cooking, Lin manyue has a talent she doesn't have. She should learn from Lin manyue with an open mind.

Also told Lin manyue, if there is anything not done well, we must remind her.

Lin Man Yue turned off the fire she was cooking and said, "don't move."

The sound and smoke caused by the drop of soup on the long spoon in the sugar bowl do exist.

She's not mistaken. It's not an illusion.

If it's really the smoke in the pot, it can't just float on the sugar bowl.

Why isn't it on the other bowls?

That Yila sound, so obvious, is not hallucination.

The two people's ingredient bowls are the same. If she has this reaction in the sugar bowl, what will be the reaction of Mianna's hand with water and juice into the sugar bowl?

Why?

That's the sound of dissolution!

No kind of sugar can make such a sound!

"You put things down and get back."

Lin manyue goes to Mian's position with a long spoon.

I don't know what the reason is and why I want to withdraw. Mian still withdrew.

Each position is equipped with a tap, the switch to the left is cold water, to the right is hot water.

Just at the same time, Lin manyue turned on the switch on the right and came out with a spoonful of hot water.

"Full moon?" Mian didn't know what she was going to do. Her eyes were full of doubts.

Lin Man Yue's long spoon reached out to the bowl of sugar. As soon as she tilted her hand, she poured hot water into the bowl.

"Yila, Yila, Yila, Yila!"

High intensity reaction, like the sound of smoke, the air is emitting a shallow pungent taste.

"Sugar" boiling in a bowl, boiling to 100 degrees of water are not likely to react so much.

Mia was stunned, and everyone else in the class was attracted by the motivation.

What's the matter over there?

You hear what's exploding?

Mia, who can't cook, often makes little jokes, which they are used to.

It's just today's, which is a bit exaggerated. That's why I saw them all.

Lin manyue's heart is full of waves!

It's not a little farce!

This is a set up!

Who would use such exciting sugar?

If Mian sticks his fingers into the sugar bowl, then Mian's fingers will be gone!

Then she went back to her own position and poured hot water into the sugar bowl in the same way. Just like Mian's position, her eyes were rolling, and the "sugar" in the bowl was boiling.

"Full moon?" Mia was scared again.

"Don't move the sugar bowl! Don't move the sugar bowl

Lin Man Yue shouts. Everyone looks at the sugar bowl in his position. Why don't you move?

The teacher came in a hurry. It's like demolishing a house. Can't you be scared?

Last time, I thought that Lin manyue's basic skills were pretty good. Why are you so rude today?

"What's the matter?" The teacher asked sternly.

No matter which family's wife or daughter-in-law, it should not be advocated to destroy everyone's learning atmosphere.

Cooking class, there is no shortage of billionaires, economic conditions are very good, teachers treat everyone is not flattering.

"I also want to ask the teacher what happened! Is the raw material bowl for Mian and me prepared by the teacher? "

Lin manyue is not afraid of the teacher's harshness.

I didn't do anything wrong.

"I prepared it." The teacher was even more dissatisfied.

"Then I want to ask the teacher, what did you put in the sugar bowl you gave us two? After encountering hot water, only caustic soda can have this reaction. "When it comes to caustic soda, the teacher's frown unfolds and becomes confused.

Judging from the teacher's reaction, Lin manyue was right.

No sugar can boil like that.

The white granules can also appear in the storage room of the kitchen, where there are large-scale cooking people.

That's caustic soda.

"There is caustic soda in the storage room, but it is used to clean our clothes. I can't tell the difference between white sugar and caustic soda! "

When Lin manyue didn't say what it was, the teacher guessed it.

It's so common. They often wash clothes like this.

Lin manyue then said, "caustic soda will soak all the oil stains on your body, including those on our students' aprons, when it comes to hot water. If you don't use it well, you can even burn the skin of the meat by directly catching the caustic soda with your hands. Why does this kind of thing appear on my desk and Mian's? "

A sharp question.

Now that they are charged with expensive cooking lessons, it should not be taken as a joke.

Lin manyue doesn't blame the teachers for not using caustic soda. Many chefs in restaurants use it to clean their white clothes.

However, we should manage it well and not leave it in disorder.

Don't put it in the position of cooking student!

The teacher didn't speak yet. Mian said it first.

"It's me..."

Lin manyue and the teacher look at her.

"I got it."

Mian panicked and was at a loss. "I took the sugar. The label in the storage room says sugar, so I put some out of the bowl for the full moon and me."

The teacher can tell what is sugar and what is caustic soda. Others can tell.

Only Mian, the first contact with cooking, can't tell.

"It says sugar! I just installed it when I saw the word "sugar". It's not caustic soda at all. I don't know what caustic soda is. I take sugar instead of caustic soda. "

In a word, Mian is poor in words.

If Lin manyue hadn't stopped her in time, her fingers would have gone.

The teacher and Lin manyue reacted and went to the storage room one by one.

Mia and the others followed.

The storage room is very large, with different ingredients of vegetables and meat.

On the glass jar with white sugar on the shelf is the word "white sugar".

The contents can be seen from the outside of the glass jar as white sugar, not caustic soda.

The teacher opened the glass jar and grabbed it out without fear. The real sugar on the palm of his hand didn't burn the skin of the teacher's palm.

"I put it out of the sugar jar. Here it is."

Mian pointed to the sugar jar and said absolutely.

Why she pretended to be caustic soda, and now she saw white sugar. She didn't know why, and everyone didn't know.

Teacher, I went to the bottom of the shelf and took out a bag of caustic soda.

The word "caustic soda" is clearly written on it. When you open it, you can see the clear trace of the bowl