Leng Han would not eat so simply and crudely, absolutely not, but Dasha would.
Xia Zhonghui is so real. Since Brother Anchou said this, it must make sense!
"Ah woo..."
Take one bite and the hot gravy will make you feel full of energy.
Dasha's eyes suddenly widened, and he didn't even miss the bones. With a few clicks, the bones and flesh disappeared into his abyss.
Poor Erhu quickly closed his mouth - otherwise Erhu felt that his saliva would cause splash damage like meat juice.
In the end, the "Hungriest Crown" lived up to its domineering name, and its deliciousness was touching.
Lin Chou suddenly discovered that he was actually very good at discovering some subtle things on Leng Han's frozen "expressionless face" that seemed to have just been taken out of a special refrigerator.
For example, when Leng Han is in a happy mood, she blinks very frequently and purses her lips tightly, which may mean that she is interested in something - of course, these are all the things she has eaten Lin Chou's cooking many times. Boss Lin noticed this at that time.
Especially when eating food that feels delicious, A Leng will almost always make a subconscious and very cute "tearing" action.
Emmmmm, it's like some kind of feline holding a bone larger than its entire body and trying hard to gnaw its head and tear it apart.
According to Boss Lin's precise analysis, this should be the sequelae left by the cold Tyrannosaurus that starved and ate ham for many days a long time ago.
Also, you don’t have to take advantage of others’ danger when eating, which is when the psychological defense is relatively thin. For example, the process of the Cold Tyrannosaurus’s eyebrows standing upright is equivalent to the anger bar gradually turning red. This process After completing it, Cold Tyrannosaurus has a high chance of instantly casting Family Planning Kick and automatically counteracting the skill backswing.
If someone pays enough attention, it is very useful. You can easily leave a last message of less than five words while reading the note.
Ahem...
Leng Han blinked,
“The mutton is so tender.”
Leng Han has his own set of standards for judging food. For example, this dish will taste better with some ham, this item does not go with ham (blacklist), and as for this dish...
It's probably about judging one flavor by another. The judging criteria are clear and transparent, and absolutely fair and just.
Lin Chou said in his heart: But it still feels ridiculous.
Leng Han insists that the best destination for meat is to be made into bacon. Ham and bacon are the way to go, and the rest are just adjustments.
"At most, it can be treated as a dessert before the meal... Hmm... ham is more delicious..."
Leng Han thought this as he quickly ate a piece of mutton chop and unconsciously licked his red lips as a finishing touch.
Lin Chou asked with a smile,
"How about it?"
Leng Han gave an adjective seriously,
“It melts in your mouth.”
A total of eight words of comments, it can be said that words are precious like gold.
In Lin Chou's ears, these eight words were completely equivalent to the evaluation of the ingredients themselves, more than his craftsmanship - although in fact there seemed to be no skills worth exploring.
Rich practical experience has already taught Lin Chou that preparing a piece of fine meat that melts in your mouth is often as simple as making mashed potatoes. It even only requires you to have a watch.
Bu Nanzhi, who is blushing all the time, is still genuine.
"What a beautiful lamb. You can't taste the smell at all. The lamb itself doesn't have too much seasoning, but it makes people feel fresher. Holding it in your mouth feels like eating a lamb chop made of 'pudding'." .”
Lin Chou himself didn't forget to taste it,
"Alkaline soil and herbal food will not only reduce the smell of mutton, but also make the meat more tender. Of course, it is impossible to avoid the smell at all, because that is the taste of the mutton itself, and it can only be done when it is just right. , so that you can have both taste and aftertaste.”
"Sure enough, there was an unexpected surprise. I didn't expect that the quality of the Gobi mutton I picked up at a bargain price would be so good."
Bu Nanzhi said,
"The taste of rosemary is very clear, with the burnt aroma of fat, and it has a very mild feeling - but I don't know if it's an illusion, why I always feel that the deliciousness of the same grade of exotic animal meat is inversely proportional to its original content. ?”
There are not just one or two such examples. In fact, Lin Chou had a similar idea when he was making rainbow hazel pheasant.
The two tigers held a piece of meat and gnawed it wildly, probing their heads.
“Good medicine tastes bitter??”
Lin Chou: "..."
I was speechless.
Uncle Tiger looked a little embarrassed when he ate, and his face was stained with small splotches of grease. He only said two words for a long time,
“It smells so good!”
Lin's sorrow is still not over,
"It's a pity that my handsome 'Saltist's Stone' isn't there. Otherwise, if I use it to cook, I think the taste of the mutton can be improved to another level."
Calabash baby's eyes are bright,
"The Philosopher's Stone? It sounds so powerful! It's like... like an artifact in a cartoon, majestic... glittering?"
"Well, well," Lin Chou said vaguely, holding her chin, "to a certain extent, you can think so."
Poor Calabash Boy may not know yet, but the so-called "artifact" that Brother Chou calls is made of the same material as the licking bricks that were eaten by livestock before the cataclysm.
Surprise or not, unexpected or not?
The two most hungry people in the group managed to survive until the stewed fish, mutton, and wild boar meat came out of the pot.
Uncle Hu’s house doesn’t have so many pots, so two dishes are cooked in Sister Hu’s yard.
The mist from the four cauldrons was like a dragon, especially when the lids of the pots were lifted back and forth, it almost completely filled the narrow alley. It was not known how big the psychological shadow of the other neighbors in the alley was at this moment.
Uncle Tiger laughed happily,
"Come on, let's start dinner and try your Uncle Hu's cooking... stewed fish! Fresh water mutton! Erhu, bring over the jar of fresh chive sauce that was pickled in the spring. Go quickly!"
Sister-in-law Hu’s food has also arrived.
"Fish head stewed with frozen tofu! Braised wild boar! Everyone is sitting down, there are potatoes in the braised pork~"
There are four dishes, and the simple cooking options are huge. There is no need to describe it in other words, just eat it.
Lin Chou was surprised.
"Hey, it's fresh. Where did you get the frozen tofu?"
Sister-in-law Hu rolled her eyes at him.
"I bought it. Such a big fish head can't be ruined."
The fish head almost filled the basin, and there were scattered circles of square frozen tofu around it, about the size of three pieces of tofu, which fully demonstrated the treasure of frozen tofu.
Lin Chou has done this before, making kelp frozen tofu soup.
There is a large pot of kelp and a palm-sized piece of frozen tofu, all of which are not cut.
This is called borrowing a taste.
The sheep was stewed directly in the pot. Except for the two Hungries Crowns used by Lin Chou, all eight pieces of the sheep were put into the same pot.
After taking out the mutton, I added a pot of radish slices - Gaojiaqing radish - into the pot.
Uncle Hu was about to put the sheep into the pot, but Lin Chou stopped him and he couldn't finish it.
A sheep with four legs was given to two sisters and two children by Uncle Tiger.
"Your sister-in-law and I are ordinary people with small appetites. We can just eat this sheep head. The sheep head is good and can produce a lot of meat."
Lin Chou placed half a fan of mutton chops in front of him. He fanned them frequently, the fat glistened through the fascia, and they had been stewed until they fell off the bones.
Lin Chou tore off a few ribs and put them to his mouth. The meat was all in his mouth.
Piping hot, fragrant and tender.
Lin Chou raised his eyebrows,
"Uncle Tiger should eat the sheep's tail. It will be fat and nourishing~"
His eyes kept darting between Mrs. Hu and Uncle Hu.
Uncle Tiger's face turned red, he put on a good posture and finally just muttered in a low voice,
"You brat, stop talking nonsense."
The soft mutton is torn from the bones and dipped hot in salt flower or chive flower sauce.
There is no need for any comments at this time, everyone is looking very fierce.
Lin Chou picked up a few fish with chopsticks, and it was as delicious as ever.
"It still has the same flavor, and Mrs. Hu's soybean paste is a big contributor...why didn't the fish stewed today be served with pancakes?"
Uncle Tiger said,
"The stick noodles at home are gone, so I didn't post them. Try your sister-in-law's stewed fish head. Haha, my sister's cooking skills are much better than mine."
"Yes, yes, eat, eat everything."
The styles of the dishes in the alleys are almost all similar. The stronger the color, the stronger the taste. Nothing else to say, just go with the meal.
Bu Nanzhi finished eating a leg of lamb and added two bowls of rice. Her appetite was as much as Xia Dasha's.
"The braised pork is so delicious, chewy and tasty! The potatoes inside..."
Speaking of this, he hesitated with a strange look on his face.
“It’s delicious too!”
The meat of wild boar is relatively tight, and it cannot be chewed for a short time. It is also very oily, so when the Black Mountain wild boar is stewed in the alley, it is deep-fried and then simmered in miso and soy sauce for several hours.
As for potatoes, they are a new thing that just emerged last year. They are produced by scientific research institutes. They are affordable and huge in size, and the taste is acceptable.
Potatoes are a good thing in the alley, they are filling and cheap.
As soon as the beast tide passed, every household carried a few sacks home, roasting, frying, stewing, and eating all kinds of food.
But this was Bu Nanzhi’s first time eating potatoes in this “state”—whole, without peeling.
Bu Nanzhi asked,
"Is it like this... because of something to say?"
Uncle Tiger laughed,
"What's the saying? This can be regarded as a kind of 'one pot'. Potatoes with their skins cannot be eaten without much salt. After they are stewed in one pot, the potatoes are smashed into vegetables and the whole ones are rice. convenient."
Bu Nanzhi's eyes widened, "Oh..."
Uncle Tiger said,
"Nowadays, people in the alley don't bring dry food with them when they go to the beach to buy goods. They just carry a backpack of potatoes, light a fire when they take a break, and just grill it to save trouble. If they don't mind the trouble, they can find some small seafood and make a pot with sea water. It’s just as delicious when cooked.”
"Don't tell me, these boiled potatoes with skin in sea water are not at all like the coarse gray salt we used to cook. They are bitter and chewy."
It seems that after eating this meal, Bu Nanzhi should have learned a lot of knowledge.
The food on the table was almost eaten, and each person was served a bowl of radish and mutton soup sprinkled with chopped green onions.
Drinking the soup and gasping for breath, I felt that my whole body was filled with endless strength, but I was too lazy to move at all.
Bu Nanzhi finally hugged her belly and sighed,
"I really want to hold this bowl of soup and drink it till eternity..."
Leng Han suddenly answered,
"You can't drink it then."
Everyone: "???"
Sudden silence.
Leng Han's ears turned red and he said with a straight face,
"You are a fifth-level evolved person. If you just eat these, you will be hungry in less than an hour and you will have to keep eating."
Uh, so, is this a bad joke...
After a while,
"Erhu and Calabash go pick up the bowls and put away the table!"
As a result, Leng Han and Bu Nanzhi rushed to help, but Uncle Hu and Sister Hu couldn't persuade them, so they had to let them go.
Lin Chou smiled and said,
"These two little guys have finally made a living and can earn some money for the family...Does Uncle Tiger still go to Dongmen and the seaside to do odd jobs?"
Uncle Tiger shook his head,
"No, I haven't been here for more than half a month and have been busy with Xiao Qiu's affairs. I will be relieved when the matter is resolved. I can just find another job. Anyway, I am familiar with it."
Calabash Boy and Erhu didn't come back from the martial arts school very often. They often stayed at the school, so Uncle Hu didn't have to worry about time, and he also had Sister-in-law Hu to help him.
Lin Chou let out a sigh.
Xindao looked for an opportunity to see if he could find a decent job for Uncle Hu - he was familiar with the East Gate area now.
Thinking about it, Xiao Hong's sea hunting boat should be docked in a few days, and his yellow-lipped fish will finally be home. It's so exciting to watch.
Xia Dasha, who had not spoken for a long time, finally ended his hiccup time at this moment.
"Huh...it's killing me..."
After rubbing his belly, Xia Dasha said to Chef Lin straightforwardly,
"I still think Uncle Hu and Sister Hu's cooking is delicious, even better than Brother Chou's cooking."
Uncle Tiger said with a tiger face,
"Big man, what are you talking about? How can you and I, Mrs. Hu, know how to cook? This is what Linzi does. We are all famous in Mingguang, so how can we compare?"
Xia Dasha scratched his head unhappily, but still refused to let go.
"It's just delicious. It's just like my mother's stir-fry. It's just fragrant. You can't eat it anywhere else!"
Xia Dasha felt that he couldn't express his thoughts and was so anxious that he danced.
"Sometimes Brother Chou's cooking tastes good, but sometimes it doesn't!"
Uncle Tiger was helpless,
"This silly boy..."
Xia Dasha pointed to the stove in the yard, and then to Uncle Tiger and Sister-in-law Hu.
"Anyway...it just smells good..."
Uncle Tiger said,
"Don't all home-cooked dishes taste the same... By the way, Lin Zi, I won't be going back today."
Lin Chou was in a daze as he was thoughtful and said,
"Go back, go back before dark, we have to open a store tomorrow."
Uncle Hu glanced at Mrs. Hu who was busy in the kitchen and said mysteriously,
"Why don't you come back later? Your sister-in-law Hu is watching. I can't even drink a drop of wine... Hehe, let's make some side dishes and drink some tonight?"
Lin Chou couldn't laugh or cry.
"Come on, Uncle Hu, you should drink less of the bad wine in Market No. 11. I'll ask Bao Er to send you some jars of Qingquan Mountain and beer in a few days."
Uncle Tiger said disdainfully,
"Qingquan Mountain is just a name. Where can you find the best wine in the market?"
"..."
Isn't it very energetic? Then it's just alcohol mixed with some water!
It's cheap for just one degree, and I don't know what kind of mess it is brewed with. Drinking one or two cups of Qingquanshan and one pound is more than enough, and I have a headache for three days without discount.
"You really don't want to drink it? Alas... the food supply has been tight recently and the wineries have shut down. That half bottle of 'Shunshan Pour' is your Uncle Tiger's last stock~ Of course I have to share the good stuff with everyone."
stop.
Share it yourself...
I also need to protect my brain!
