Pokémon Breeding Guide.

Chapter 121 Learning to Make Malasada

"That's outrageous, why do I have to find a club?"

Zhu Suihan, who had just come out of the cafeteria, glanced at Chenglong and then placed the little fairy milk on Chenglong's head so that he could see the two of them at a glance.

"Any suggestions?"

Riding a dragon, Little Fairy Milk: ?

"Waaah."

It's you who wants to join the club, not us. It's better if you make the decision yourself.

"Milu".

Trainer, you're not a kid anymore. It's time to learn to have your own opinions. You can't rely on me and Big Sister for everything.

Zhu Suihan:?

What are you two little ones talking about?

"It's just that this happened rather suddenly, and I wasn't prepared for any clubs or organizations to be involved."

If he wanted to participate, he would definitely choose to join the e-sports club, where he would play just one game.

The problem is that Joy Academy doesn't have an esports club, or rather, the Pokémon world doesn't even have a large-scale, systematic game, let alone esports.

"Should I start my own esports club?"

Zhu Suihan shook his head. What e-sports club needs its president to go around recruiting people and Pokémon to make games first?

"Okay, this approach is clearly not going to work."

The two popular clubs, combat and fighting, were naturally skipped; not only him, but even Little Fairy Milk wasn't interested.

In her words, the opponent wasn't strong enough, and she'd rather spend that time figuring out how to deal effective damage to the trainer.

"Hmm, I suddenly feel like this club is a good fit for me."

Zhu Suihan's gaze fell on the name of a club, whose logo featured a large pot in the center with knives and forks at the back, somewhat resembling an alternative version of the pirate flag.

"The cooking club, you're the one."

Go to New Oriental to learn more skills, and when you come back, I'll treat the two little ones to extra meals.

That afternoon, all the Joeys who came to participate in the club activities subconsciously looked at the cooking station on the side, where a white-haired monkey stood straight.

It looks like a chef waiting for the judges' scores in a cooking competition.

What is this person doing here?

Zhu Suihan's fame has now spread far beyond just being a first-year student. It can be said that everyone outside the back mountain knows that the academy has produced a fierce student.

He is a member of the Dark Team who can poison and incapacitate classmates with a single blow, and ranks among the top students in his grade in academics. He also has research achievements in the Medicine Bottle Project and the Lungmen Potion.

Why would someone like this come to the cooking club to participate in club activities?

Could it be that some student accidentally provoked some evil guys, and the academy just sent him over as a bodyguard?

"Alright everyone, focusing too much attention on the new member can be a nuisance for them."

The president of the cooking club clapped his hands.

"We have a new member today, so I hope everyone will give it their all and show Suihan the strength of our cooking club."

"Today's cooking topic is a completely new food, from a region that is quite far from us."

Joey smiled and said, "This food is called Malasada. You can think of it simply as a type of fried bread."

"Similar to steamed buns and dumplings, the core of Malasada can also have different flavors, which depends on the individual's creativity."

Zhu Suihan's expression shifted, "Malasada!"

As we all know, in order to catch Ash's Pikachu, James and his friends usually don't have a fixed source of income and work odd jobs in various places to save money.

However, after arriving in the Alora region, they developed the Malasada RV stall industry, and the business is quite good.

Marasada is also a food that little fat boy Mamane particularly likes to eat.

Deep-fried bread is essentially a combination of a crispy outer crust and a soft, fragrant interior. With each bite, the bread crunches and releases an even stronger aroma from the hot oil.

In principle, it is indeed somewhat similar to wrapping everything in a pancake; whether it's sweet or savory depends entirely on personal preference.

Something like matcha flavored with a slight bitterness would also work.

The dough in the cooking club was prepared in advance by the members. Because there was a monkey who applied to join at the last minute, the club president also divided his dough into two pieces, Zhu Suihan and Zhu Suihan.

"Thank you, President. After the Malasada is made, is it for you to eat by yourself, or is there a feedback session?"

The president smiled and said, "You can make two that taste the same, and then put one on the table so that everyone can taste each other's cooking."

"Of course, if your two Malasadas have different flavors, then just use half of each flavor."

The students at Joey's have a lot of classes and exercise every day, so even if they eat calorie bombs like Marasada, they won't risk gaining weight.

At least it won't turn into something like Mamanet.

What filling to make is a serious question.

Zhu Suihan thought for a moment: "President, has anyone ever made Malasada filled with energy cubes before?"

The president, who was just about to show off his culinary skills at his own counter, stopped in his tracks.

?

Is it filled with energy cube filling?

Do you want to hear what terrifying things you're saying?

White Hair could tell something was wrong just by looking at that expression: "If you don't have Energy Cube filling, how about Baofen filling?"

Joey, who was around them, looked terrified when he heard this.

Oh no, there might be a kitchen monster in the club who specializes in making culinary disasters!

"That's not impossible, but the temperature is too high after frying, which may cause some problems with the structure of the energy cubes and make them easy to lose their original nutritional structure."

The president carefully considered his words: "What Baofen said makes sense. If you have this idea, you can try making jam-filled Malasada."

Got it, it seems no one has done this before.

Zhu Suihan nodded his thanks, then stared blankly at the dough. He trusted the president's skills; at least, there was nothing wrong with this dough in any way.

Little Fairy Milk and Dragon are still playing outside, otherwise they could try some newer ways to play.

Forget it, I'll just take the advice and make some simple tree fruit marasada.

I held the dough in my hands twice, but it didn't feel as good as Xiaoxiannai's.

Zhu Suihan laid out the fruits from the trees next to her and took out mangoes, peaches, bacon, and grapes.

One is purely sweet, and the other is sweet and sour.

After crushing the tree fruit, mix it with MooMoo milk. Once the proportions are right, you can create a thick consistency without any additives.

The club president, who had been secretly observing Zhu Suihan, nodded in approval. The technique was correct, and there were no strange or unusual filling ratios.

It seems that Suihan isn't a kitchen monster; he simply has a slightly unusual palate.

As for the option of whether there is something wrong with their brain, she felt that it was not nice to say that to her classmate. She thought that the other person's thinking was just a little strange, but it was not that serious.

Once the dough is rolled into the desired shape, you can put in the prepared milk tree fruit filling. When it comes to food for yourself, you definitely want a thin crust and a generous filling, so you don't feel bad about using too much filling.

The tempting sizzling sound of frying began to fill the air. Zhu Suihan glanced around and then placed his own creation into the oil, gently stirring the Malasada inside.

The aroma spread, and a group of Pokémon who had been waiting outside the cooking club were enjoying the smell coming from inside the classroom.

As is customary, there will be a lucky winner tasting session later, and these little foodies have been waiting for that moment.

As Zhu Suihan looked at the Malasada on the plate, which looked almost identical to a dorayaki, she was suddenly overcome with emotion and felt tears welling up in her eyes.

Five years, do you know how I've spent these five years!

As a humanoid power bank with a body that can suppress magic, he finally has an item that isn't shaped like a dumpling!

He was also worried that his finished product might be an oversized glutinous rice ball.

There's hope! I can still be saved!

Zhu Suihan calmed himself down, picked up a knife and cut the Malasada in half. A little of the flowing filling slowly spilled out and spread on the plate, the aroma of deep-frying mixed with the rich fragrance of fruit and milk.

Golden and plump, it makes a crisp sound when cut with a knife; the crunchy outer shell and soft inner filling signify the success of a Malasada.

The fruit and milk aromas, which blend seamlessly with the filling yet remain clearly discernible, are the essence of Malasada's excellence.

In short, this is a Marasada who is dignified and beautiful on the outside, and whose inner beauty shines through his knowledge and refinement.

"Everyone, please bring your finished products to the front."

The president said with a smile, "Now is the time to invite our little guests in."

Zhu Suihan looked outside and saw a Pokémon outside, which immediately jumped up excitedly.

"Nazha, Nazha!"

That silly little guy?

Zhu Suihan glanced at the club president, and after receiving his consent, he reached out and beckoned. The walking grass eagerly jumped onto Zhu Suihan's arm and happily brushed the white-haired monkey's cheek with its leaves.

"It itches, just wait patiently."

Zhu Suihan asked, "President, do you still have any left in the classroom? I'll make one for each of the kids outside. Of course, I'll pay for the materials myself."

The president asked with some doubt, "Yes, we do have some, but are you sure you can handle it all?"

"Uh, I was just afraid of messing things up, so I was slow. Once I get used to the process, I'm not worried about that kind of thing happening."

Zhu Suihan rolled up her sleeves: "Now, everyone, watch my performance. I've just joined the club, so I should at least show you my skills."

When you join a game group, you can pretend to be a newbie to fool others, or you can show off your rank and tell others that although you are not a pro, you are at least a strong player.

Then, everyone in the club and the Pokémon waiting outside witnessed a cooking process that could be described as "lightning and thunder".

It's fast and the quantity is huge; it feels like the white-haired monkey's hand movements are all phantom-like. You absolutely can't handle it without a fighter-level physique.

During the deep-frying process, no one left Zhu Suihan to do it alone. The club president arranged for the Pokémon outside to sit in a row and wait to be fed.

"You cook very quickly, but the quality is also very high. How do you do that?"

The president was somewhat curious: "Logically speaking, only chefs who spend all their time in the kitchen can master this skill."

"Well, it's probably because of the different workloads."

Zhu Suihan wiped his hands, his mood somewhat complicated.

"Including me, there are three big eaters in my family. If I can't ensure both quality and quantity while speeding up my cooking, there's never enough food."

Joey: ?

"Three big eaters, but I heard from everyone that your partner is not Lapras and Sylveon, but a Pokémon from the Galar region."

The subtext is: can you eat something that's so small?

"right."

After finishing her work, Zhu Suihan touched the leaves of the little boy beside her, which had already grown.

"Well, the total amount of Malasada we've eaten today probably isn't even enough for my family to have one meal."

what?

(End of this chapter)