A big fish, only the bones are left in an instant. If you don't take face into consideration, there is a possibility that the pot will be taken away.
Xue Guangyuan said in a difficult voice in full view of everyone,
"The pairing of fish and sheep is inherently delicious, and Xiaoyou Lin's fish-swallowing sheep dish, whether it is the selection of materials or the techniques, is wild and uninhibited but not violent. From the high road to the complex road to the simple road, it is incomparable. I really want to Vote for Xue Zhen...but...sigh..."
Wan Junru said, "I..."
However, Xue Zhen waved his hand and interrupted.
"Haha, Lao Xue and I knew that we had lost, too much and too far, from the moment I heard Xiaoyou Lin telling stories and making laws."
Xue Zhen cupped his fists at Lin Chou and said,
"Little friend Lin, I have already lost this leg to you, but I wonder if I can settle the matter when the last dish is finished? Otherwise... I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the next dish."
Lin Chou slapped Lao Xue,
"This is all nothing. Old Xue, you are too unorthodox. Do I, Lin Chou, look like the kind of person who is just a moment and a half away from me?"
If you don't miss that moment, you will directly kill people, everyone thinks.
Lin Chou asked, "Then, the last one?"
Xue Zhen replied, "Okay, the last one."
Xue Zhen does it as he says, neatly and neatly, and his last ingredient happens to be "sheep".
To be fair, if the fish eats the sheep first, then he will be at a disadvantage if he uses the sheep as an ingredient. It can even be said to be very disadvantageous. Anyone with a discerning eye can see this.
Xue Zhen hummed a little tune to get the ingredients, he didn't care, he was very free and easy.
What he brought was not mutton, but mutton bones.
Shen Daru adjusted his glasses.
"This is sheep's tail."
Xue Zhen said with a smile,
"Yes, it is the same as the sheep Lin Xiaoyou used just now. This is Tan sheep. Tan sheep is actually a branch of Mongolian sheep. After changes, Ningxia's unique geological conditions and climate have made this top-quality mutton. Tan sheep has even fat and meat texture. It’s tender and very delicious, and it doesn’t have the fishy smell of ordinary mutton.”
"I have a manor in Bafanglou in the outer city. I have been running it for decades. The soil is saline-alkali soil, and licorice and bitter beans are grown. I have tried my best to create a living environment for Tan sheep. It can be considered a small success, but it is not as good as the real Tan sheep. But It’s almost like ten.”
"Tan sheep tail is different from ordinary sheep. Its tail is inverted triangle shape, can reach the length of the leg joint, and is relatively wide and thick. The fat content of sheep tail is very high, and the meat is extremely fat and tender. It is very suitable for barbecue and slow stew, and the taste is outstanding."
"What I'm going to do today is eat three lamb tails, grilled, grilled, and stewed, that's it."
After explaining, Xue Zhen went to work behind the dining table.
Qin Wuyong and everyone looked at Lin Chou eagerly.
Qin Wuyong secretly turned the camera,
"Ahem, Boss Lin, what you have to do is..."
Lin Chou said,
"My last ingredient is the 'meat' of chicken, duck, fish, well, is this meat generally speaking... Just think of it as pork - if I were making donkeys, horses, cattle and sheep, I would be doing the same thing as Lao Xue. "
He picked up a pig's trotter and gestured.
"Pig's trotters, southern suckling pig's trotters, nothing to say, very simple and common dishes."
Qin Wuyong looked crazy, "Don't you know pig trotters yet? It's just because it's simple that I asked you to come out and make beeps. At least you can tell me how to do it."
How come the same ingredients can't taste good in someone else's hands? You two, one old and cunning, the other a little cunning, must be hiding something very, very dirty, absolutely hiding something. There is no other possibility.
A group of people were gritting their teeth in hatred. Lin Chou rolled his eyes.
"If there is a secret recipe, a dish like southern suckling pork knuckle must be paired with wine. Of course, the wine will have the best taste when paired with wine."
Lin Chou looked at the watch on the wall.
"Speaking of wine...Why hasn't what I asked for been delivered?"
"It's here, it's here, why haven't you arrived? Is my aunt ever late? Do you think my aunt's reputation is a joke?"
The door creaked before anyone arrived, and a potted plant with a sweaty head pushed the door in.
"I said, Boss Lin, you really can stand and talk without pain in your back. My aunt is so exhausted... Do you know how many places I traveled to find this thing? It's so easy to talk and break my legs. Oh, you are so rich." That's good...here, the wine you want is Duihua Shaochun wine that has been stored in yellow adobe for thirty years before the catastrophe. It costs you eight thousand one catty. I think the taste of this wine is not as good as that of Qingquan Mountain. It’s a little hard to find, so how do you know you want something weird?”
Lin Chou didn't waste any time and just gave him money and drinks.
As for such "weird" things, apart from potted plants, it's really impossible for others to find them, so it was right to ask Bao Er to find her.
Lin Chou's appearance was unprecedentedly pleasant.
"Well, it's a bit expensive, but... it's hard work."
"snort."
The potted plant flicked its half-length emerald green hair, "This kind of thing is easy for my aunt, just sprinkle it with water."
Qin Wuyong said with a big tongue,
"Wait a minute, this wine was put in the cellar before the Catastrophe? Doesn't it have to be more than two hundred years ago? What is this wine called, Piling Flowers and Burning Spring?"
Lin Chou nodded,
"Yes, it's called Duihua Shaojiu, and it's also called Shaochun Liquor. During the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, Yukou praised the good Shaochun Liquor, and it's a tribute~!"
Qin Wuyong called again,
"Wait a minute, good wine, tribute? The tribute is packed in this broken glass bottle? And that's not what's written on it, right?"
"Ahem."
Lin Chou was scratched by Qin Wuyong, and felt a little embarrassed.
"Well, the wheel of history is always rolling forward. Later, Guangxu was gone. This pile of flowers and flowers had to keep up with the times and develop diversified businesses."
"So, it has a more famous name, 'Zhijiang Daqu'!!"
"puff!"
Almost everyone present sprayed water, tea, blood or whatever.
One moment, you meet a close friend in the mountains and rivers, and the next moment, you are enjoying family happiness with both refined and popular people? The gap between King Lanling and King Zhumadian is even bigger!
Lin Chou disagreed.
"This Zhijiang Daqu wine is sweet and refreshing, with a harmonious aroma. It is best paired with the slightly sweet taste of southern suckling pig's trotters. It removes oil and relieves greasiness and doubles the aroma. Boss Lin, I will give you a sip of pig's trotters and a bowl of wine. You will still want to eat and drink after eating it." I still want to drink it!"
"..."
Qin Wuyong swallowed his saliva, "Actually, I still think Mr. Wen's Qingquan Mountain is better..."
Lin Chou stared,
"What do you know? Confucius and other old people once said: 'To sing during the day, you need to drink too much, and to treat your heart ailments will eventually require medicine.' The more you drink, the more you drink, and the more you drink, the more money you make, you know?!"
I...I really don't understand...
Qin Wuyong was confused. Is this the so-called "Before drinking, he belongs to the world, and after drinking, the world belongs to him"?
Is this still the honest and money-minded Boss Lin he knows?
Lin Chou snorted, "I'm sorry you don't understand either." He twisted the mouth of the wine bottle and took two sips.
The next second,
"puff!!"
"Damn it, this thing tastes so much worse than beer??"
