Leng Han, who had not spoken a word since three hours ago, did not even dare to approach Zhao Ziyu, for fear that he might accidentally offend his cousin and end up losing his life.
Until Lin Chou brought two dishes and placed them in front of the table,
"Pick it for freshness, steam it over high heat, and use it slowly."
There are a lot of fragrant red beans in the dining room that can absorb the smell. For three hours, no smell came out.
But before the three of them saw the true appearance of the dish, they couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva.
Lin Chou knew this very well: That’s why I said, waiting is good for mankind.
Xiao Wu stretched his neck sadly on another table, his mouth opened like a hippopotamus in heat, and he stared at the table without daring to get close.
Lin Chou said,
"Come over and eat together."
Wu Ke was stunned and pointed at his nose, "Me?"
Zhao Ziyu said impatiently, "What's the ink mark? If Brother Chou asks you to come over, just come over!"
"oh."
Wu Ke moved over cautiously, his butt only daring to touch a third of the stool, but he did not dare to show any emotion. He only felt that his calves were cramping.
Zhao Ziyu bared his teeth and mocked, "Go ahead!"
The double-layered porcelain basin, which looks very thick and bulky, contains extremely clear but slightly pinkish soup. The light yellow bamboo shoots and tender red ham meat are floating quietly in it, through the In the soup, you can see a cluster of green plants painted on the bottom of the pot.
It seems that the clear soup is watery, without a drop of fat, and it is as simple as rice and white noodles.
But at this time, there is a trace of very light but distant fragrance escaping everywhere, which is exciting.
It was a freshness that could be felt with the sense of smell, just like a lone wolf in the wilderness at midnight smelling roses blooming in the soil from miles away.
Leng Han filled a bowl for Zhao Ziyu and then filled it for himself. Although he didn't say anything, the handle of the spoon fell in Wu Ke's direction intentionally or unintentionally.
Wu Ke was almost flattered and giggled repeatedly. After thanking him profusely, he began to serve the soup.
Leng Han lowered his head and took a slight sip, taking the clear soup into his mouth.
If I have to describe it, it feels like a dense mist, extremely light and moist.
When the soup slowly disappeared in his mouth, Leng Han opened his eyes.
Xiao Wu felt as if he had lost his way.
"This is what spring smells like - if we still have spring."
Zhao Ziyu licked his lips and slapped the table, "It tastes good!"
Leng Han's eyebrows suddenly twisted, and his murderous intent was real, "Do you still want to imitate your grandpa when he drinks, throws glasses and curses?"
Zhao Ziyu immediately stopped and said, "Cousin, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore."
With one last glance, Zhao Ziyu was almost strangled.
Come on, let’s have some soup, it’s still delicious.
Lin Chou placed two more dishes on the table and sat down by himself.
"How is the taste?"
Wu Ke's eyes widened, feeling that today's things were getting weirder and weirder, "Boss Lin, you, are you going to eat with us?"
Lin Chou said doubtfully, "It's already past business hours, and I also need to eat to fill my stomach!"
Wu Ke blinked, and the words he held in his heart became the word "oh", and he didn't dare to say them.
Lin Chou suddenly shouted at the top of his voice,
"Big-breasted sister? Big-breasted sister? It's time to eat!!"
The big-breasted sister didn't come, so Si Gouzi waddled in, swinging his horns. Within half a second, he was kicked by Lin Chou three times, and ran away again with his tail between his legs and howling.
"Strange, where have you been? It seems you haven't appeared all day. You haven't washed the dishes. I'm going to deduct your salary."
Lin Chou said, "No matter what, how about we eat... soup? This is the most traditional way, but there is no seasoning at all, not even salt."
Xiao Wu immediately followed, "One word, fresh."
Zhao Ziyu stretched his chopsticks towards the steaming fire and said slowly, "These two words are very fresh."
The reason is that compared to the pickled noodles, the steamed steamed buns are really colorful and eye-catching.
After pinching it, Zhao Ziyu discovered that this was not a whole piece of ham, but had been cut into bite-sized and neat cubes without even a single gap.
I couldn't help but shout in my heart, "This is amazing."
In fact, this has nothing to do with Lin Chou's knife skills. The cold iron soft knife is extremely thin and sharp, and it has its own chill. After cutting, there will be any gaps left. You can't tell it without looking carefully.
Covered by a thin layer of glossy and transparent sauce, you can see the pink and white ham meat with distinct layers trembling slightly.
After entering the mouth, it is as tender as cream. Two extremely distinct and completely different flavors are intertwined in one place, which is extremely harmonious.
The aroma of the meat is sweet like a plant, and the freshness of the plant is also salty and plump like ham. There is no trace of greasiness in your mouth, and you can't help but want to eat piece after piece.
This made him feel dissatisfied. It would be great if all this plate was mine, so I could eat it heartily!
But he said sweetly, "Cousin, this is very delicious, please try it quickly."
Leng Han's attention was on another plate and she asked,
"This is..."
Lin Chou pointed to the two newly served dishes, "This is raw ham, and this one, ham rice balls."
Lin Chou was afraid that a few people wouldn't be able to accept it, so he explained,
"Ham of this level can be eaten raw. Look at the color. The lean meat is bright red and the fat meat is white. The alternating between fat and thin is very beautiful, right?"
"Smell this smell again, it's a very pure fragrance, right? There's no smell of meat at all. I use the top part of the best part to make this raw-cut ham, and slice it down diagonally along the meat lines. It's as thin as paper. Same."
“Believe me, if you haven’t tried raw-cut ham, you won’t believe how delicious it is.”
"try...."
Leng Han didn't wait for Lin Chou to finish, and eagerly picked up a piece with his thumb and index finger and put it into his mouth.
"Well..."
I couldn't help but exclaim softly, and whispered intoxicatedly, "That's what it smells like..."
Leng Han thought of being trapped in a dark underground ruins, running out of ammunition and food, waiting for support, and not getting enough water or rice for half a month, when he suddenly tasted the taste of ham.
To be precise, it's not ham, but only the skin as hard as iron on the ham bone and a little shredded meat.
Then she remembered that there were outsiders, but she didn't know that Zhao Ziyu and Wu Ke had been staring at her dumbfounded for a while.
Then, Leng Han raised his head, the six eyes of the three people collided, and time seemed to stand still for a second.
At this moment, Zhao Ziyu's heart was incredible.
(What’s wrong with my cousin? Is that gentle voice my cousin? Is it the humanoid female tyrannosaurus that ends the entire Mingguang topic? Who stole my cousin? My cousin’s soul has passed away?)
At this moment, Xiao Wu's heart was extremely broken.
(Fuck, it’s over, she, she, she, she, the old man is looking at me, what am I doing, I’m looking at her, shit, it’s over, am I going to die, explode on the spot? Crushed to pieces? Wiped down to ashes?)
