Chapter 2264： Tomato and Egg Soup

Today's live ammunition practice gave McGonagall a deeper understanding of this heavy gun.

First of all, in terms of lethality, this heavy sniper hit a deadly position within ten kilometers, enough to kill a tenth-level dragon.

Of course, most of the tenth-level powerhouses have keen alertness. After the Qi machine is locked, the metropolis will feel it, and it is not so easy to be killed.

The effective kill distance of level 7 and above is 30 kilometers, after more than 30 kilometers, the power drops significantly.

The second is the scientific and technological sight, which automatically measures and calculates the environment, replacing the observer's work, making individual combat easier and more efficient.

However, your target is a living creature, and most of it is a strong one, so an excellent sniper has to learn how to make predictions, let your bullets travel through tens of kilometers, and accurately explode the target's head.

Relying on strong mental power and combat experience, McGonagall's predictive ability is better than most people.

But this is the experience accumulated by high-intensity practice, not one or two days can make up, he needs more practice.

For McGonagall, the semi-indigenous person, the most profound feeling this gun gave him is that the times have changed.

This is a heavy sniper that can kill the tenth-level strong. An ordinary human can rely on the bracket to find a suitable sniper position, rely on the scope to find the target, and then press the trigger to complete the kill.

And using eyes to find the target, without the help of air machine lock, is even more difficult to prevent.

Thirty kilometers, this has exceeded the guard range of Luodu Palace.

"Dungeon, it really makes people look forward to..." McGonagall landed on the balcony lightly, staring at the ground.

I don't know what the world under the ground is like.

Cyberpunk? Or Utopia?

Although Xi looks like a robot with no emotions, her obsession with braised pork has exposed some humanity, and the possibility of being deceitful should be relatively high.

In addition, she does not seem to have any mechanical prostheses visible to the naked eye, nor does she show obvious extreme thoughts. Generally speaking, she can still communicate normally.

Except for this gun, what is the world of the dungeon like? This made McGonagall more curious.

McGonagall took a shower and did not rush back to the room to rest, but went to the study to write a manuscript.

He was a self-proclaimed amateur food critic in his previous life, and he considered himself to be at a level above most so-called gourmets who only used rhetoric.

But now thinking of the previous words, I still couldn't help but want to go back and beat myself to death.

Those words that forced Lailai back then are now my own retribution...

Abandoning the field of tongue commenting he is good at, McGonagall has now turned to a food teaching instructor.

How to make the expression of the text lively, interesting and easy to understand, so that readers will want to try it personally after looking at the text, buy ingredients, cook and cook, and make a food, which is much simpler than simple diss .

After writing the manuscript, McGonagall read it through himself several times, corrected a few details and typos, and then copied it by hand, which was considered complete.

Putting down the pen, McGonagall looked out the window, the sky was already white, and the morning sun dyed half of the sky.

It's another day.

Collect the manuscript. This is a column for ten magazines two days ago. This time he plans to teach everyone to cook braised pork.

The fish-flavored eggplant is a vegetarian dish. The braised pork is big meat, one meat and one vegetarian, even if it is a meal for one person.

Of course, it would be perfect with another soup.

The Buddha jumping over the wall is too ostentatious and not suitable for everyday people to do it by themselves.

So many high-end ingredients are cooked at home. If you make a mistake, you can't feel distressed.

It must be tomato egg soup, a soup that is simple and easy to learn, but also delicious.

Thinking about it this way, McGonagall wanted to drink tomato egg drop soup.

I took a cold shower and immediately refreshed.

Putting on the chef's clothes, McGonagall went downstairs and started preparing for breakfast.

McGonagall didn't get the recipe for tomato egg drop soup from the system, but he thought he could make it out of such a simple dish even without a system.

In the tomato and egg soup session, there has always been a dispute about whether to fry the egg first or to fry the tomato first and then pour the egg liquid into the soup.

In fact, McGonagall has eaten both of these two methods. It is hard to say who is more high-end. It depends on personal taste.

After the eggs are fried with pigs, the soup will be more prominent and delicious, and the soup will be thicker.

Before turning off the heat, pour the egg liquid into the tumbling soup and let the egg liquid scatter into egg flowers, and you can harvest a bowl of smooth egg drop soup. The taste is excellent, sweet and sour.

The children only made a choice, and McGonagall made two tomato egg drop soups.

At the breakfast table, everyone looked at the two large bowls of egg drop soup in the middle of the table, all a little confused.

"My father, is this a new dish?" Amy asked, looking at McGonagall.

Others also looked at McGonagall.

"Yes, the idea that suddenly popped out this morning was the first time I tried to do it. I used two different methods. Everyone try it." McGonagall nodded.

The birth of every new dish requires a warrior as a taster to put forward their valuable suggestions.

"It looks beautiful in color, it should be delicious. I want the one that looks like a flower and has a beautiful look." Amy said, pointing to the egg drop soup.

"Okay, I'll serve you a bowl." McGonagall scooped a bowl of egg drop soup for Amy, and dotted some egg drop evenly in the soup. It seemed that the face value was indeed higher than that of the fried egg soup.

"I think this bowl seems more fragrant. I want to try this bowl." Mia picked up the spoon and filled herself with a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

Everyone made a choice one after another, and the two bowls of soup were quickly divided.

"Huh..."

Amy blew the spoon, then fed the soup to her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste suddenly spread in her mouth, making her eyes gleam, and the tender egg flower whirled in her mouth, then slipped into her throat, leaving only a faint fragrance.

"Drink it well." Amy said, leaning in front of the bowl, spooning spoonful after spoonful and drinking with relish, which made people feel appetite increased.

Mia held the bowl, blew gently, and took a sip from the edge of the bowl.

The thick egg scent wafts in the mouth, the meaty smell of lard and the fried egg complement each other, and the sweet and sour tomatoes make the taste buds that have been silent for a night awakened instantly.

It's so delicious!

The right salt taste makes it very comfortable even in the morning.

"The omelette soup is also delicious. I didn't expect the egg soup to be able to do this." Mia was willing to put down the bowl after drinking half a bowl, exclaimed.

Phyllis looked at McGonagall with admiration. A small egg in McGonagall's hands can always turn the decay into a miracle and turn it into an amazing delicacy.