After two full hours, the dog meat was stewed.
Of course, dog meat cannot be put on the top of the cauldron. Lin Chou found a large copper basin with a charcoal stove. Lin Chou always asked for ordinary kitchen utensils like this, and the system was never ambiguous about this. The one that held the kitchen utensils Lin Chou could take out a lot of them from the cabinet anytime and anywhere for Lin Chou to choose from.
Even this copper basin has an ancient charm. Every line and turn of the cloud pattern on it is natural and smooth. It is a pattern of flowers, birds, fish, insects and auspicious clouds.
All in all, the dog meat used to serve as "not worthy of the banquet" seems a bit unworthy.
Lin Chou dared to vouch for the integrity of the Mao Niu and the two husky wolves. If this pot was handed over to the potted plant, she would definitely be able to sell it for astronomical prices as a hot pot pot or a footbath used by a certain emperor.
Put the meat and soup in a copper basin, put a charcoal stove underneath, and serve it.
Lin Chou insisted that the best seasonings for eating dog meat are only salt and chili. The salt should be fine green salt, and the chili should be fresh devil pepper mixed with dried chili powder. Of course, a few whole red chili peppers are also indispensable.
As soon as the dog meat was served, Zhao Qingcang sniffed and woke up.
This old guy drank a whole jar of colorful snake wine in one go, and when he waited, the loud snoring sound started.
"Ahem, it's done... I have to taste this evil beast!"
The Wandering Demon ran to the kitchen and asked Lin Chou for a big bowl with a head. He filled it with a bowl of hot soup, sprinkled it with salt and pepper, and started drinking it.
"Fragrant! Authentic!"
A stream of praise poured out of his mouth.
Zhao Qingcang stared, picked up a piece of meat and put it in a bowl, "Well, Xiao Linzi is quite a sensible person. Looking at the two seasonings you prepared, the taste of this dog meat is unmistakable."
What Zhao Qingcang had in his bowl was a piece of shoulder blade meat. This part of the meat has short fiber, tough texture, and less fat. Compared with other parts of the dog's body, it should be of lower quality. Most people would not choose this piece to taste. .
Zhao Qingcang used the tip of his chopsticks to gently tear off a strip of meat, dipped it in salt flowers and dried chili powder, and put it in his mouth.
"Well."
If Lin Chou uses fresh ingredients to cook this part of the meat, its taste must be the weakest among all the meat.
In fact, the meat quality of shoulder blades is more suitable for retaining the flavor of dry seasonings, such as star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, etc.
The texture is tough and the fibers are short and thick, which means there is much less juice in it than in other parts.
But the meat is sweet and chewy in the mouth, and when paired with the fiery dried chili powder, it's like being in an open field, with the strong wind tearing the snowflakes while the horse is galloping, and then pouring a pot of strong wine, a line of fire is almost It all burns out of your throat.
Zhao Qingcang raised his thumb, so hot that he couldn't even speak.
Wandering Demon's food was much rougher than that of Zhao Qingcang. He first drank an old bowl of dog meat soup and burped loudly.
Then he took out a whole fat and tender hind leg from the pot, and took a big bite. His mouth was always full of meat. He swallowed the meat in his mouth with a gulp, then grabbed two chili peppers and chewed them.
"Cool!"
"Bang!"
The unfortunate door panel was knocked open for the third time, and Wu Ke's two bodyguards rushed in carrying a roll of large, gaudy quilts.
The two bodyguards were soaked to the skin and steam was rising from their bodies. It was obvious that they had been soaked by Yuan Jingyu during the journey from the foot of the mountain to here.
Lin Chou shivered when he saw this look. This scene was often shown in old movies at the entrance of the alley:
Two little eunuchs took advantage of the late night, carrying the quilt, and tiptoed into the emperor's bedroom, placed the quilt on the dragon bed, and then a clean concubine came out of it, and said delicately, "Your Majesty~!"
This set of gadgets also has a name that everyone knows, called Flip Cards.
If Wu Aifei performed such a performance for everyone, everyone's eyes would probably explode.
Fortunately, Xiao Wu crawled out from under the quilt and didn't dress up in any weird way. He gasped and said,
"Is it easy for me to have a meal? This damn rain!"
Inexplicably, the three people in the room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"It's noisy."
Wu Ke was not surprised at all, "Oh, this is so delicious, let me try it, let me try it!"
"Snapped."
Zhao Qingcang slapped Wu Ke's hand with his chopsticks, "Eat, eat, eat, is this something you can eat? Get out of here."
Xiao Wu said aggrievedly, "What's wrong? It's not like I don't want to pay for food. Why don't you let me eat?"
Zhao Qingcang glared at him, "Young man, how dare you talk back to me?"
Just as he was talking, the busty lady came out from the back of the kitchen with a bowl full of meat.
"No, she didn't give me any money, so she can eat it?"
Lin Chou shrugged.
"This is a staff meal."
Xiao Wu almost choked to death at Lin Chou's words, "Everyone in your family who washes the dishes must eat better than me, right?"
The wandering devil holds a bone in his mouth,
"You are not even an evolved person. You are not as determined as you to eat this second-level dog meat and seek death."
Xiao Wu looked left and right, feeling extremely aggrieved.
In the past, every restaurant in Shangcheng District was filled with old men, but now I am so unwelcome here.
"Then come to cloth..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Chou.
"Only salt-baked chicken and meat. No steamed buns today. Well, there's also a little mole meat."
Xiao Wu trembled when he heard about rat meat and quickly made a wise choice.
"Just three salt-baked chickens."
Xiao Wu’s meal is very sumptuous. The skin of the salt-baked chicken is golden and the inside is tender and juicy. Even when the meat fibers are broken, transparent juice and oil flow out together. The unique salt-baked flavor is enough to satisfy any hungry customer. feel satisfied.
"Alas..." But Xiao Wu sighed, feeling that life had lost its meaning.
The two bodyguards dragged their boss, "Wu Ke, Wu Ke, let's go. The old man and the big man smell so scary!"
Wu Ke rolled his eyes, "How many times have I told you not to call me by my title? I don't want others to think that I am a useless scientific research institute who lives by the name of the research institute."
The two bodyguards were a little dizzy, "But your name is Wu Ke..."
"Ke!! My name is Wu Ke!"
"Okay Wu Ke... let's leave quickly..."
Wu Ke said, "I really want to leave. Can you two survive a round trip in the rain?"
The two looked at each other, "I can't really..."
Wu Ke's sadness could not be relieved, and he sighed again,
"well...."
Because, he saw Lin Chou walking out with another plate of dishes.
"Try it. It is said that this is one of the eight ancient delicacies, liver glutinous rice."
Zhao Qingcang picked up a piece and said, "Is this dog liver?"
Lin Chou nodded, "Bake it with oil and rice milk, remove the skin, then slice it and let it cool. It is said that this is how it should be done."
