Who dares to talk at this time? That is Master Tianxing’s beloved child!
Just by looking at his temper, you can tell that this is a master who cares about killing and not burying him. Even if he disappears in front of everyone, who is not smart enough to say no to him?
Xue Zhen smiled nonchalantly, opened the middle part of the dining table, and placed the rainbow hazel chicken in a structure similar to an oven.
There were traces of ice inside, and biting cold wind mixed with snow flakes rushed out.
"The process of making Tibetan Phoenix is very simple, and its flavor and medicinal properties are all derived from the gift of time. As the old saying goes, 'Articles are made by nature, and skillful hands can accidentally find them.' I, Jiushan Palace, am just lucky enough to participate in the research." .”
"The hidden phoenix needs to be hung on the branches of cypress trees in the extreme cold. It will coo in the wind and snow like a wind chime until it emerges from its cocoon and turns into a butterfly, creating a delicious meal."
Lin Chou grinned. This chicken was really pitiful. After a lot of trouble, he lowered his head and saw that the chest had been opened and the internal organs had been replaced. The most frightening thing was that it was still alive and hung on a tree to hear the noise!
"After the catastrophe, the climate changed drastically. Now if you want to make a hidden phoenix, you can only rely on Jiushan Palace's unique ice wind box... Of course, this is just a simple version of the ice wind box, and the effect is not satisfactory. Normally, When the Tibetan Phoenix slowly loses all its feathers in the wind, this dish is ready."
After Xue Zhen finished speaking, he looked at Lin Chou with a smile.
Lin Chou shrugged, killed the chicken, plucked the feathers, took out the internal organs, wrapped them in banana leaves, then stir-fried the sea salt over high heat until it was brown and smoked, put the wrapped guinea fowl in it, buried it, and simmered slowly over low heat. .
"Finished?"
"Is this the end??"
"Is this guy named Lin scared out of his wits? The poison glands on his forehead were not removed and the seasonings were not added!"
Even Xue Zhen was stunned, looking at Lin Chou's eyes with a bit of embarrassment, are you despising Jiu Shan Palace?
Without even bothering to say anything, Xue Zhen took the lead in taking out the dishes from the ice box after an hour of waiting.
At this time, the rainbow hazel pheasant's feathers have faded, and its skin is as white as a jade carving.
Xue Zhen lifted the hazel chicken upside down. As the kitchen knife flew, pieces of chicken as thin as paper flew into the white porcelain plate like falling snow. In a moment, there was only a complete ball of chicken bones left in his hand.
The thin slices of chicken form a flying phoenix pattern on the white porcelain plate, which is vivid, with a faint white cold air lingering on the surface, as if swimming in the clouds.
"Zangfeng, please taste it!"
Everyone present could not help but cheer.
Xue Mingfang took the dish from his father's hand and put it on the judging table, "Everyone, please taste it."
Xue Guangyuan was the first to take the chopsticks, twist a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wing, put it into his mouth, and then frowned, "Xue Zhen, your craftsmanship has been slack."
Xue Zhen smiled bitterly, "Yes, Fourth Master."
"Master Xue, may I ask, but have you suffered internal injuries recently?" Wei Tianxing said while tasting the dishes.
Xue Zhen nodded, "Yes, I, old Xue, was injured a few days ago and I have not recovered yet."
"I saw Master Xue using the knife with his right hand, but the focus was on his left leg. No wonder it was a bit uncoordinated. I guess his right leg must have been injured!"
It seemed that he was talking about internal injuries, but in fact it was saying that his knife skills were insufficient. Xue Zhen bowed his hand and said, "It's embarrassing."
"Little friend Lin? Do you want to give me some advice?"
Lin Chu was not polite, stepped forward and put a chopstick into his mouth.
Like a thin piece of ice, the crystal clear chicken softens and melts in the mouth, like a thin ice spring flowing in the mouth.
It seems that what you eat in your mouth is a bowl of cold but extremely delicious chicken soup, pure and rich.
Lin Chou breathed out a breath of white steam, and the cool feeling penetrated his heart and spleen. Under the high temperature all day long after the catastrophe, this feeling had to be said to be extremely refreshing.
Moreover, one can clearly feel a clear and cold force penetrating through the muscles and bones of the whole body, but the effect is unknown.
"Little friend Lin, how do you feel?" Xue Zhen asked.
Lin Chou nodded and told the truth, "It tastes very good."
"Little friend Lin, I, Jiushan Palace, also admire your cooking skills, not as much as..."
"Everyone, please try the Lin's Restaurant dishes, salt-baked chicken!"
Xue Zhen's face froze and he smiled self-deprecatingly.
Compared with Xue Zhen's exquisite Tibetan Phoenix, which is as exquisite as a work of art, Lin Chou's salt-baked chicken is more like a food eaten by refugees.
As soon as the burnt banana leaves were torn, the whole chicken was put on the plate and served.
Xue Guangyuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the salt-baked chicken with interest, "Tsk, tsk, it smells pure and mellow, um, there is also the fragrance of sea salt and banana leaves. The treatment of the poison glands... Hiss, young people are very powerful. Ah! The original power of the poison glands has been completely integrated into the chicken. Won’t it affect the taste? I’ll give it a try..."
Xue Guangyuan picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to taste it carefully, "Everyone, the old man is not an evolved person, but there should be another mystery to this chicken. Please feel it."
Wei Tianxing was the first to take action, tearing up a chicken leg, opening his mouth wide, and all the bones and meat were gone.
"Huh? It's twice as delicious as what I had last time?" Wei Tianxing was stunned, "Young man, you are very talented, why not learn to cook from me!"
Lin Chou has a damn talent. It's not that his cooking skills have improved much, but that Fuwa Gaoxuan later asked Lin Chou to complete the evaluation task, which directly forcibly raised all skill levels by one level.
As for how effective this level is, you can tell by looking at Wei Tianxing's performance. The others only got one chopstick, and the rest was poured into his mouth by Lao Wei. Yes, it was poured.
Zhao Zheng, who had always kept a straight face, couldn't help but nodded, "Very good, very powerful. I feel that the power of my blood is throbbing and extremely active."
Jiang Zhengyang is a handsome scholar-like young man, smiling gently, "Indeed, he can cook a salt-baked chicken to the point where it can have an effect on second- and third-order evolvers. Brother Lin is indeed a master."
Lieutenant General Ye of the Mingguang Garrison said with a strong voice, "Hmph, after I ate the Tibetan Phoenix, my blood flowed endlessly, and it seemed that the bottlenecks that had restrained me for many years in my cultivation were loosened. This is an excellent dish! As for what else? Lao Shizi’s salt-baked chicken is useless!”
Xue Zhen's face turned green and he gritted his teeth secretly. Is this really his appointed ally? Are you here to cause trouble or are you here to cause trouble?
Salt-baked chicken is made from zero-level low-level mutant guinea fowl. If it can still be effective on you, a fourth-level mutant, then I might as well just call it salt-baked elixir!
Even if you are judging, you must first consider it based on the current baseline of dishes, otherwise, it will be biased.
Xue Guangyuan stroked his beard and said, "Don't generalize, don't generalize."
Between the two dishes made from roadside wild vegetables and abalone and lobster, can you say which one is more delicious than the other?
So what if Abalone and Lobster wins? Is it an honor to win against Wild Vegetables?
Jiang Zhengyang agreed, "Xue Lao's words are reasonable, but everyone should discuss it separately."
(PS: Book friends, guess who won?)
