Master Shan held it in for a long time before he said a word,
"Linzi, some of the dishes you cook are never sold, why do you still need to make these... um~ things?"
Lin Chou has a good temper, otherwise he would have put a plate on Huang Dashan's bald head.
This question itself is unprofessional and can be regarded as a malicious insult to a cook.
A cook is to a dish what an otaku is to a girlfriend.
"Girlfriend," which is technically a general term, is nothing short of ordinary.
But for otakus, the scope is quite broad and can refer to anyone and any object, even concepts!
I don't even bother to answer this kind of question.
Lin Chou thought in his heart.
The dense barley bread is baked over charcoal fire, perfectly retaining the fermentation flavor. Layers of white steam flow out from the gaps, and the slightly yellow bread exudes a light sour aroma.
This is like the yeast pancakes I often ate when I was a kid. They are thick and big. The surface is black when baked with heavy oil in an iron pot. They are neither soft nor delicate but rough in making. Its sweetness even comes from the "" which has been forgotten by most people. saccharin".
But it is something like this that can make people drool uncontrollably when they occasionally think about it.
The alcohol in beer has long evaporated. This may be called the greatest legacy left by the Sumerians to the world. The moisture and sugar in the liquid bread brewed with barley malt can cause the barley bread to swell and become softer than The water is sweeter and can transform the rough texture of barley bread.
Barley bread is very easy to digest and removes oil and greasiness. Mongolians believe that it is the best match with beef jelly.
The crystal white cold jelly was placed on the steaming slices of bread, and its surface immediately became blurry, like a layer of mist on the glass window.
The melted gravy begins to slowly seep into the thick slices of bread, taking away the heat from the bread.
If Lin Chou didn't eat it at this moment, he only needed to leave it there for half a quarter of an hour and the two would stick together perfectly.
In fact, Mongolians prefer to use slices of bread that are grilled until they are very dry and crispy to eat beef feet jelly, but Lin Chou doesn't think so.
"Creak."
The sound made by the teeth when cutting the jelly is extremely crisp. This is also a texture that can only be achieved by using cow's feet as the raw material. It is slightly hard, brittle and tough, which makes the jelly's presence very strong and cannot be ignored at all.
The cow's foot jelly does not melt and disappear easily even at room temperature. It slowly but firmly turns into a thick gravy in your mouth, which is full of flavor.
Among them, the beef tongue and beef head meat needs to be chewed hard to release the meaty aroma deeply hidden in it.
The fiber of yak meat is longer and thicker, and the texture of the meat seems to have the tenacity of the top of the snow-capped mountains, which is indescribably unique.
The sour aroma of the barley bread is not strong, but it cannot be ignored, especially when chewing the bread and beef together, the original satisfaction of filling the stomach is even more refreshing.
Some people say that the senses of the tongue are dual.
The first step is to distinguish the taste of food. Whether it is good or bad, it will be faithfully fed back to the brain.
The other level is the part other than the six senses. It is said that as soon as food is taken into the mouth, the tongue can immediately tell whether the food can supplement all the nutrients and energy needed by the body. If it can, what it feeds back to the brain will be There is a strange sense of pleasure attached to it, and when this pleasure is combined with the deliciousness of the food itself, the effect is amazing.
Regardless of whether it is true or not based on scientific evidence, Lin Chou feels that the food in his mouth at this moment can definitely explain this statement perfectly.
"Really...can you eat it?"
Looking at Lin Chou's expression, Master Shan doubted his own sense of aesthetics.
Lin Chou finished eating the bread in his hand and immediately took out a wind chime and hung it on the roof.
"Beef feet jelly with barley bread and beef brain sauce, 18,888 distribution points."
"Fuck!!"
Master Shan’s face was filled with surprise.
"No, this...that...hey, wait a minute, where do you go with the rest??"
"Take it back."
Master Shan was angry,
"Lao Zheng and I haven't eaten yet, why did you take it away?"
Lin Chou pointed to the wind chime.
"It's already listed, please pay first."
"..."
Huang Dashan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"How can you be so petty? Damn it, I just said a few words. This is naked revenge!"
Lin Chou spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.
The sign has been put up, and this dish has been reviewed on the system's abacus.
If you don’t give me money, then you just want to eat the Overlord meal?
With the system's urinary nature, it is very likely that Lin Chou would be directly given a tenth-level buff that would kill any being in seconds.
...
Lin Chou went to the back mountain to take a look and found that there was an extra winding step leading directly to the mountain stream.
And the so-called reconstruction simply made Lin Chou's work go to waste. The two dams were gone.
"Fuck system, please explain to me, where is my fish pond? I think I may be blind, I can't see!"
"Stupid lower primates, if you want to raise food with perfect meat quality, you must restore the most suitable environment for their survival. If you want to keep them happy and able to move freely, naturally you cannot restrict their range of activities."
"The product produced by this system must be a high-quality product. This system gives this section of the Linjia Xiaoguan Mountain Stream the concept of 'home' with great will. No matter where the fish and shrimp in this water swim, they will eventually return here and give birth here." Raising daughters and raising offspring, do you understand?”
Lin Chou swore that there would never be a second time in this life for such a thankless job, mmp!
The broad beans ordered with Bao Er might not be available for another day or two, so Lin Chou was not in a hurry and took a few glances before leaving.
"Hmm, it's foggy?"
At a casual glance, I caught a glimpse of the heavy fog in the direction of Zushan, and the entire mountain forest was flickering under the cover of the fog.
Lin Chou muttered,
"I haven't seen bright light or fog in many years... except for the dark sea."
Speaking of fog, Lin Chou thought of the strange old man who could speak hydrology that he met on the Black Sea. His intuition told him that the blind old man was definitely not as simple as he seemed.
"Mad, I don't know how many capable people and strangers there have been in Mingguang for more than two hundred years, but they have all been pushed to the sea by the black army?"
Well, that's not right.
At least there was a nasty old lady in Mingguang who knew how to make clothes. The beating with a whip dipped in cold water was still fresh in Lin Chou's memory.
Golden Thread Jiao and Gun Gun wandered off somewhere again. The yard was completely empty, not even the furball and the cow.
Lin Chou barked a few times, but Si Gouzi cowered and hid behind the tree and looked at him.
Lin Chou went up and kicked him.
"Let's play while we're at it."
The four bitches ran away in a hurry. Needless to say, they must have gone to the big-breasted sister to complain.
It’s funny, no matter how smart the four dogs are, they still can’t tell the difference between the big and small kings?
