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Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Process of Cooking

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She lifted the rinsed buffalo chicken wings and set them into the pot, poured in water, and covered it. “Let it boil so we can skim off the impurities. While that’s happening, we’ll prep other things.”

As she talked, a huge basin of fiery red mascot fruit peppers appeared on the stream. She gave them a quick rinse and left them to drain.

All five viewers flooded the chat, “Are my eyes broken? Those are the blazing-red mascot fruits from The Fifth Military Academy. Those things can scorch your soul.”

“So the host is either enrolled there or serving there?”

“She said she’s cooking for her man. I’m praying for him. Anyone who can eat those deserves a medal. If he survives, I’ll flip upside down and poop.”

Sylvara shot a brief look at the comments, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. She wasn’t in a hurry. She absolutely wanted to watch them swallow their words.

There were so many buffalo chicken wings that she had to run two batches before the first pot finished.

She strained them, rinsed them again, switched to a bigger pot, tossed the wings back in, and reignited the stove. “The first boil is just to remove the froth. Rinse once. For the second cooking, toss in scallions, ginger, and cooking wine.”

“These scallions and ginger aren’t altered. I have no idea why nobody buys or eats them. Such a shame.”

The chat lit up with confusion, “They’re not mutated? How can you tell?”

How could she tell?

Anything plant-related that touched her hands—she only needed to glimpse it or weigh it, and she’d know instantly.

Sylvara didn’t bother explaining. She simply continued, “After adding scallions, ginger, and wine, boil it again and let it cook eight to ten minutes. Someone keep the time. Now let’s boil water for the pickling brine.

“Take a clean pot with zero oil, dry-toast some salt, then pour it out. Wipe the pot bone dry. No oil at all, understand?

“Add water, white vinegar, sugar, and salt, boil it, then let it cool fully.”

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She wrapped up the steps right as the pot hit a hard boil.

The stream’s scent-and-flavor sharing activated.

The sharp, acidic mix of vinegar, sugar, and salt blasted through the viewers senses.

Two of the five bailed instantly from the sour punch.

Only three stayed.

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Sylvara lazily flicked her gaze at the number, then continued. “Keep the stems on the bright red mascot fruit—yeah, this pepper, even though I prefer calling it pepper-and pack them into a glass jar. A ceramic crock works too.

After loading them in, pour the cooled brine over. Add a few slices of ginger and two drops of white liquor, then seal it. Stick it in the fridge or any cool dark corner. With a climate like the Fifth Sector, it’ll be ready in three to five days.”

She slid the jar of peppers into a shadowy corner of the kitchen. The wings on the stove hit their eight-minute mark.

She shut off the heat and plunged the wings into cold water.

She scooped them out.

Stacked them high on a plate.

We can reuse the brine from the peppers we just pickled.” Sylvara poured the mixture back in. cut the ginger into thin slivers, and scattered them in. “Since the pickles aren’t finished yet, we’l rely on fresh peppers. The flavor won’t be as rich, but it’ll still work.”

The bright peppers in her hands were sliced into fine ribbons and sprinkled over the wings.

With white wings, gold shreds of ginger, and vivid red threads, suddenly the dish looked alive and sharp.

“Now for the star of the show. Today’s dish is lemon chicken. Like the name says, we need lemons.”

As she spoke, a basin slid into view. Inside sat six glowing golden lemons.

The last three viewers blew up in the chat.

“Wow!”

“Damn!”

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