Shen Daru exhaled heavily before opening his eyes again.
The cut edges of the bonito flakes on the plate can be seen as slightly grilled, and the sauce in the bowl has a strange mixed aroma.
The combination of bright and simple ingredients on the blue stone plate, pink fish belly, and white dipping saucer is very comfortable in terms of look and feel.
As a conceited gourmet, Shen Daru has eaten bonito sashimi many times.
Bonito is a red-fleshed fish with a very strong red color. Compared with other tuna species, bonito has a thicker smell, taste and color.
The bonito flakes blooming like flowers on the plate showed a light pink color. Shen Daru, who was well-informed, knew that this was not caused by the loss of water in the fish after grilling.
The pink meat seems to be scattered with fine snow spots, and there are no white intermuscular fats, which is proof.
This means that the fish fat and fish meat are highly integrated, reaching an almost perfect level. If one point is added, the fish will be fatter, and if one point is lost, it will be thinner.
Pick up a piece of fish meat with chopsticks, put it to your nose and sniff it gently, and it will emit a strange milk-like smell.
Without any sauce, Shen Daru put this piece of sashimi into his mouth. It was smooth, tender and had a subtle grilled taste.
"Endless aftertaste, endless aftertaste!"
Shen Daru couldn't help but sigh, he was extremely satisfied with the bonito meat.
Shen Daru insists that food is very extreme, it is both extremely complex and extremely simple, and those in between are often vulgar and unworthy of mentioning.
Pick up a piece again and immerse it in the sauce. Use the chopsticks to squeeze the lemon slightly to get a more complete integration. After leaving the sauce, the fish is soaked in juice and seems to be several times more tender and delicate. Light refracts from all angles.
For a moment, Shen Daru suddenly felt regretful and frightened. This crystal-clear fish meat made people feel distressed and pitiful.
It seems that in the next breath, it will melt directly into the air like this.
Shen Daru used his palm to drag the piece of sashimi into his mouth quickly.
The seemingly simple flavor of the sauce surprised him.
"This technique...Mr. Lin uses oil and vinegar sauce?"
Lin Chou nodded and smiled, "Yes, but many raw materials cannot be found, and the ancient taste of crude vinegar cannot be completely restored."
Shen Daru said,
"No, I insist that Mr. Lin's oil and vinegar sauce is perfect and more suitable for the taste of Mingguang people."
Shen Daru blinked, "It would be great if there was a glass of fruit wine."
Lin Chou said apologetically,
"There is only Qingquan Mountain here, other wines...Mr. Shen is an ordinary person."
Shen Daru nodded in understanding while eating the bonito sashimi with great enjoyment, "Such a wonderful sashimi should be paired with good ice wine. It's a pity that it's just a fly in the ointment."
Master Shan was a little jealous, but if he was asked to spend tens of thousands of currency points to eat food made with such low-grade ingredients, he would refuse ten thousand times. Only the fools in the upper city could do such a thing. Like this shameless old guy.
"Hey, hey, where's my big piece of meat?"
Lin Chou was speechless, crackling the garlic and pounding it into a bowl of minced garlic, a bowl of soy sauce and minced garlic, and a pot of boiled wild boar meat. It was steaming and the meat was fragrant.
Mr. Shan dipped the minced garlic in it, took off half a kilogram of meat in one gulp, and said disdainfully,
"What's the use of raw meat? It's just a little bit big... Eat big chunks of meat and drink from big bowls. That's the meaning of life!"
"Also, let me tell you, old man, you are an ordinary person, not even a warrior. You don't have any origin in your body, so you are not afraid of eating raw meat and being infected with parasites or something like that?"
Shen Daru said, "Everything in the sea is very clean."
"Ah!"
Master Shan almost had the word "shabi" written on his face.
Lin Chou coughed,
"There is a very interesting saying that the creatures in the sea can be eaten raw, not because they are clean and free of bacteria and parasites, but because most of the parasites in the sea cannot adapt to the human body's internal environment and survive, including salinity and pH. Wait, of course, evolution can completely ignore these."
Master Shan thought about it for a while, "That's ridiculous!"
However, I really can't think of any reason to defeat Lin Chou's statement from a technical perspective.
This kind of talk, hearsay, legend, etc., is like the Erma poet who was inferior to you before the great disaster. His reputation is vulgar and vulgar, but when you think about it, what he said really makes sense.
Watching others eat can make them feel full, hungry, or even have no appetite at all.
I saw Master Shan finish a whole pot of wild boar meat in three strokes, chewing all the bones and sucking out the marrow without even belching.
Shen Daru was shocked when he saw it, and he held back a sentence for a long time,
"I'm a little envious of Mr. Huang's good appetite."
Shan Ye was half-empty and muttered,
"A good appetite is good for you... you can't eat it when you want to! What, brother Lin, pack a hundred salt-baked chickens for me, I'm going on a long trip."
Lin Chou asked curiously, "Where are you going?"
Master Shan shook his legs and picked his teeth, "Luan Shan!"
Just when Lin Chou felt something sounded familiar, he heard Shen Daru exclaim, "Luan Mountain? That mountain range is a full three thousand kilometers away from the base city, and there is a huge swamp in the middle, with countless alien beasts and demonic plants." , extremely dangerous, what are you doing there!"
Mr. Shan rolled his eyes and said, "Basic City has a once-a-year task assignment, and White Rabbit also has to go."
Thousands of kilometers?
Lin Chou sealed the pot of salt-baked chicken and started kneading the noodles, "When are you leaving?"
"Leave tonight."
Lin Chou nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's not too late. Is there a refrigerator in the car? I'll steam two steamed buns and you can take them with you to eat on the road."
The muscles on Huang Dashan's face twitched, and he was a little moved, but he said,
"I'm just going to set up some kind of communication base station. I'll come back as soon as I go. A few dried chickens will be enough to satisfy my cravings. What kind of steamed buns will I bring? I need to put wine in the refrigerator. There's no space and I can't fit it in!"
Lin Chou didn't bother to deal with this guy, "I might be able to help at a critical moment, just to be conservative."
"Brother Lin, you look like the new wife of the head of the family when he goes away, hahaha..."
"Bang!"
A huge rolling pin flew up from the sky and knocked Huang Dashan from his chair to the ground. The hard fir rolling pin was broken into seventeen or eighteen sections.
Shen Daru stood up in fright, his legs trembling.
Huang Dashan touched his forehead and saw that nothing had happened. He was still smiling when he got up.
"You're right? Are you unhappy? Are you angry?"
"Bang!"
This time it was a heavy cast iron pan with a diameter of half a meter. Huang Dashan flew out of the door in a spin, letting out a series of screams.
"Lin Chou, your uncle, my beard!"
The cast-iron pot was still red after being taken off the fire, and Shanye's three-centimeter beard was burnt again.
Huang Dashan, Bai Qiongshou and others were Lin Chou's first loyal customers. Lin Chou cared about it. There were many dangers in the wilderness, so it was always good to have more protection.
Lin Chou shook his head and comforted himself with a straight face.
To put it in jargon, these guys are very profitable, and whatever they earn in the future will belong to me through circulation points - at least part of it, how can it be so easy for them to jump out of their pockets?
Whether it's a swamp or a strange beast, do you want to make a distribution point for me?
no way!
Believe it or not, a bag of dumplings will kill you all? !
