Mu Xue and Mu Xue

"How bad can it be? You have good talent. You are siblings. Even if the difference is not that great, it won't be too big." Mu Zifeng said confidently. His firm tone seemed to carry a convincing power.

"Well, I wish you good luck." Lin Mo looked at Mu Zifeng with an indescribable look. There seemed to be worry, doubt, and perhaps a hint of subtle teasing in his eyes.

"Brother Mu Zifeng, I can make shredded potatoes. How about I make one for you to try first?" Mu Xue looked at Mu Zifeng with expectant eyes. Her eyes were like bright stars, sparkling with the desire for recognition.

"Okay, let's try it." After Mu Zifeng said that, he sat leisurely on the stool beside him and began to wait with great anticipation for the "delicacies" made by Mu Xue to be served.

"Eh? Why don't I have a bad premonition? Is it an illusion?" Mu Zifeng thought to himself, completely unaware of what kind of "surprise" he would face in a moment.

After receiving Mu Zifeng's instructions, Mu Xue ran to make shredded potatoes in ecstasy.

Mu Zifeng sat leisurely at the table, holding a cup of tea and sipping it gently, his posture elegant and calm.

Mu Xue was busy in the kitchen, and Lin Mo was watching quietly beside her. Mu Xue picked up the knife and carefully cut the potato skins one by one, her movements slow and clumsy.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, a plump potato was cut into uneven small pieces in her hands.

Lin Mo watched from the side, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, but he didn't say anything.

"After peeling a whole potato, the overall size is even reduced by half?" Lin Mo thought secretly in his heart, feeling helpless and amused by Mu Xue's unique peeling technique.

After peeling the potatoes, Mu Xue carefully washed them in clean water, and then began to cut them into shreds.

She first took a knife and cut the potato horizontally. That cut seemed to be made with a resolute courage.

Then, she began to cut the potatoes vertically. She held the knife and cut the potatoes slowly, one by one. The potato shreds were cut into thick and thin strips. If someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder saw this, they might feel very uncomfortable.

Time passed quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, Mu Xue finally finished cutting the potato shreds.

Next, it was time to put the food into the pot, and at this moment Mu Zifeng was still waiting with great anticipation, completely unaware of the upcoming "challenge".

Mu Xue was very cautious and slowly poured the chopped onions, ginger and garlic into the pot.

The onions, ginger, and garlic danced in the pot like little elves. Then, it was time to add the shredded potatoes.

The oil in the pot had been waiting impatiently for a long time. As soon as the shredded potatoes touched the hot oil, they made a crisp "cic la la" sound, as if it was a warm welcome ceremony.

Some of the hot oil jumped out excitedly, and some even jumped onto Muxue's arm.

At that moment, a burning sensation came over her, and Mu Xue felt a sharp pain in her arm.

However, she did not lose her composure, but quickly picked up the spatula and started stir-frying quickly.

Her eyes were focused and determined, as if she was fighting a crucial battle.

After a while, Muxue felt that the time was right and started adding salt.

However, at this critical moment, Mu Xue's hand shook accidentally, and she ended up adding a little too much salt.

Lin Mo, who was standing next to him, was suddenly frightened and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

But he did not try to stop him. After all, he knew in his heart that Mu Zifeng would definitely suffer this disaster today.

After a period of intense stir-frying, the "fresh and delicious" shredded potatoes are finally ready.

Mu Xue happily put the shredded potatoes in the pot into a plate, and then ecstatically brought the shredded potatoes to Mu Zifeng. She looked so impatient, like a child longing for praise.

"Hehe, this took me a long time to learn. After eating it, brother Zifeng will definitely think that I am very talented and teach me how to make Xuemeng Qiluo Huagao!" When Muxue thought of this, a bright smile appeared on her face again.

"Brother Zifeng, you guys try it soon. I've spent a long time learning how to make this dish!" Mu Xue came to Mu Zifeng, who was leisurely drinking tea, with a plate of "delicious" shredded potatoes, smiling.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, as if she was waiting for a grand praise.

"Oh? Let me try it." Mu Zifeng took out a pair of exquisite chopsticks from the space equipment, and without hesitation or any guard, he picked up some "delicious" shredded potatoes and put them into his mouth.

Originally, Mu Zifeng was still a little bit expectant, imagining what kind of surprise this dish would bring.

However, this left him greatly disappointed.

"Pah, pah, pah! It's so salty! Xue'er, how much salt did you put in it?" Mu Zifeng spat out the shredded potatoes in his mouth with a painful look on his face, his brows tightly furrowed.

"I don't know. There wasn't much left in the bottle, about a pound, but I think I accidentally put it all in there."

Mu Xue said this with an innocent look, and a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, as if she was ashamed of her mistake.

Mu Zifeng couldn't stand the saltiness, so he wanted to drink a sip of tea to relieve it. But he was shocked by Mu Xue's words again.

"Pfft! One...one pound?! No wonder it's so salty. Have you always made it like this before?" Mu Zifeng widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"It's about the same. Sometimes I made it without any mistakes before, but the taste was very ordinary. I just can't get the same effect as my brother's." Mu Xue lowered her head, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

"Ahem, it's okay, just practice more and you'll be fine. Uh, throw this plate away first, no one will eat it anyway." Mu Zifeng shook his head helplessly, trying to ease the awkward situation.

"Oh, okay, where should we pour it? It wouldn't be good to just pour it anywhere!" Mu Xue asked anxiously, her eyes full of worry.

"Just find a conspicuous place. Maybe an animal or a demon will come and eat it." In fact, he was not sure about this. After all, a normal person, no, a normal animal would probably not eat a "delicacy" with a pound of salt! Mu Zifeng muttered secretly in his heart.

Mu Xue searched for a long time but couldn't find a good place, so she simply put the plate on a tree stump.

The plate of shredded potatoes lay quietly on the tree stump, as if telling a story of culinary failure.