The Song family is a family on the coastal defense line. Being connected to the Leng family naturally has a high status - but he, Song Qingyun, has never seen such a situation where he can just invite a bunch of people to eat the fat intestines of fourth-level alien beasts. Tail!
If you think this is large intestine sashimi, it will disappear in a flash. This food is really popular!
"Hmm...it tastes good..."
Song Qingyun tried his best to hide the confusion on his expression. If anyone saw it, he would feel as embarrassed as a country bumpkin who has never seen the world.
Song Qingyun asked,
"Boss Lin, what kind of fat intestines is this? Is it a Black Mountain wild boar?"
Lin Chou tapped the edge of the plate, picked up a piece of sliced braised pork sausage on her chopsticks, and spread it flat in her bowl.
"Lei Niu, it's Lei Niu. Lei Niu intestines are actually much thinner than Black Mountain wild boar intestines. The surface is not smooth and has a velvety appearance when it's raw."
If you have an extra stomach, you can be very willful and your intestines can grow as long as you want. Don’t worry about those details.
"oh oh..."
Song Qingyun nodded repeatedly, it turned out to be a bullfight.
Unlike Mingguang, Heishenhai is relatively lacking in resources such as birds and animals, and most of their diets are based on marine exotic animals.
The marine beasts are not top-notch in level, but their size and strength are terrifying. The second and third levels are at the top. The fourth level can be said to be quite rare. As for the fifth and sixth levels...
Song Qingyun still hopes not to see it in this life. Except for a few types, if the marine-type alien beasts reach that level, it often means the destructive power of the earth shattering.
Just the lone and lost virtual beast is enough to cause a headache for the coastal defense line. If we encounter this kind of thing again, it would be better for everyone to pack up and go back to Mingguang to stay safe.
In short, fourth-level beasts are relatively rare in Song Qingyun's opinion.
When he took it into his mouth, the extremely active original power made him want to stop eating it, as he was used to eating low-level sea beasts.
Although it does not have the feeling of being rich and full of the origins of ocean beasts, it is extremely active.
Beef intestines have strong toughness, and the "stumbling" with the teeth is like a real battle. Every bite is a test of the teeth. The fragrant marinade blooms between the teeth and cheeks. This is the "fight". Gunsmoke", full of anger.
The fat of the beef intestine is delicate and hot, and the fat mixed with the braised aroma creates a "spurting" feeling in the mouth.
[Beep, the roaring calories have launched an attack on you, an armor-piercing blow, a critical hit, and a knowing blow. You are injured, and your weight is +5kg. 】
Satisfaction, pleasure.
“This is how fat intestines should be eaten!”
Song Qingyun sighed sadly.
You can't eat too much of this thing, it's easy to get "injured", so in order to enjoy this delicious food in the future, just eat one or two more pieces.
Well, good things should be done in moderation.
As the boss, Lin Chou could easily see what Song Qingyun was thinking at this time.
"Try that plate of radish side dishes, it will relieve the greasiness."
They didn't take it seriously before, but after a few people ate some fat sausage, their attention naturally shifted for some reason, and their eyes fell on the red and green radish side dishes.
This feeling is the same as children seeing ice cream under the hot sun in the dog days, or a lost camel discovering cold spring water in the desert.
"Click...click!"
Song Qingyun didn't expect that there was so much juice hidden in this square piece of radish - wasn't it a pickled radish?
The refreshing sourness and spiciness immediately made him completely forget about the greasiness of the fatty sausage he had just eaten, and the rich and sharp taste of radish wiped out everything else.
The taste of radish is so good. Every time you chew it, it's like fighting a battle of wits with a piece of loose ice. The refreshing coldness is refreshing and makes you nostalgic.
A hint of ginger is the connection between all the flavors. It is fresh and tender. It seems that the white and tender ginger as white as water chestnuts has just been dug out of the moist earth.
Song Qingyun was surprised,
"This carrot?"
He has eaten a lot of radishes, but this is the first time he has eaten such delicious radishes. He looks so good!
"I can't help but admire you for making radish side dishes so well."
"Hey!" Huang Dashan tilted his lips, "I don't know how to praise others. It's obviously a good carrot, but I have to put it on people. It's hypocritical."
"..."
Song Qingyun felt a suffocation in his chest, unable to swallow or spit it out. It felt so uncomfortable - couldn't this guy really be more friendly when he spoke?
Ignoring him, Song Qingyun tasted all the dishes in turn.
Bull-fighting, bull-fighting, bull-fighting, all bull-fighting!
He remembered the long five zeros after "Tomahawk Steak" on the menu and couldn't help but shudder.
(Gudong, this may be the most expensive meal I have ever had in my life.)
After eating for a while, Lin Chou started tinkering with his new "teppanyaki".
The thick cast iron plate still maintains the heat, the onions and fat are sizzling on it, and a slight white smoke rises with the steam, curling up and down.
The large, thin slices of keyhole beef tongue occasionally dripped with glutinous gravy on top of the onions.
"呲~"
The onions are fried to a beautiful caramel color, gradually softening, and the aroma of pepper becomes more and more indulgent.
Lin Chou only seasoned this plate of Teppanyaki with salt and pepper. At this time, it was time for the prepared garlic paste to appear.
Use a spoon to stir-fry the meat and onions on the iron plate. The heat of the hot iron plate is transmitted, and the beef tongue begins to change color.
Turn over a few times to reveal a depression in the center of the iron plate, pour in minced garlic, and cover the depression again with meat and onions.
"呲~"
The minced garlic buried in the center bubbled with oil and rolled violently.
"Garlic paste is really good."
"Hey, this is the first time that minced garlic tastes so fragrant."
"Stop talking, I'm drooling."
As the heat of the iron plate decreases, the sizzling sound becomes fainter.
Calm and calm.
However, this is just the calm before the storm.
In fact, SPG (Salt, Pepper, Garlic) has secretly met and is ready to kill at any time.
Lin Chou blinked at Leng Han,
"Try it, it should taste good."
The others looked at each other. They put away their chopsticks calmly, and turned their attention to Leng Han.
Sikong winked at Zhao Ziyu, his eyebrows dancing with joy.
Young Master Zhao asked with blank eyes,
"Gaha, what are you looking at?"
Si Si rolled his eyes, this guy is an idiot.
Leng Han pursed his lips and chewed gently, with a small bump on his cheek.
The tender beef was rich in flavor and delicate in texture, and the proper cooking off the fire kept the fat and juices in the beef. But when she bit into it, a trace of resistance suddenly appeared in the thin slices of meat.
"Hmm, is it because the tendons were not removed? But it doesn't matter, it's delicious..."
Just as he was thinking this, a piece of cow's tongue came under the teeth and touched them, making a soft sound.
Three different types of meat act on the lips and teeth of the mouth at the same time. The tough beef tongue, the tender and sinewy key kernels, and the oily neck kernels form a very subtle layer.
It didn't feel like eating three completely separate pieces of beef, but rather a large piece of pork belly with skin on it.
But even together, the three pieces of meat are only a little over one centimeter.
This kind of taste is great. Isn't it a piece of "fat and thin" pork belly that is only one centimeter thick?
Slippery.
Leng Han nodded slightly,
"tasty."
Then he served himself a bowl of porridge and sipped it in small sips.
It was like turning on a switch, and the dining table suddenly came alive.
"Fuck, Huang Dashan, put it down, that's the last elbow!"
"Don't grab it, there's nothing to eat from the pork knuckle, just put it down for me!"
"Hmm, this Teppanyaki is really good, the meat is so delicious..."
Sikong remained calm and filled the porridge silently.
"Suck~"
A mouthful of piping hot porridge is filled with water. There are crispy and tender cabbage leaves inside, which are full of the sweetness of the old turkey soup. The smell of ham is like aging, which makes people want to stop. Like the entanglement of darkness and light at dawn.
Then a piece of trembling fat intestines was added, and Sikong's expression became vivid as he exhaled a breath of hot breath.
"Crack!"
The sound of biting a carrot.
"Suck~"
This is the sound of eating porridge.
Sikong looked down upon these guys.
I just know eating meat, but I don’t know that this is the most satisfying combination.
Suddenly, his eyes moved and he said,
"Hey! Zhao Ziyu, how much steak do you want to eat? Leave one piece for me!"
Zhao Ziyu smiled and said,
"If you want it, just tell me if you want it. I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you~"
The same scene happened between Chen Qingyu and Hu Yale.
Chen Qingyu gave Hu Yale a lot of chopsticks to cook on the teppanyaki.
"Try this. I ate it. It's really delicious."
Hu Yale frowned.
"There will be a taste in your mouth after eating garlic. I don't..."
"Rinse your mouth for a while. If not, eat some fruit."
"oh"
Then when Chen Qingyu was picking up vegetables, he discovered that Hu Yale had eaten everything in his and her own bowls.
"..."
Hu Yale showed his white teeth and gave him a shy smile.
Then she leaned close to his ear, and exhaled the warm, garlicky breath from her red lips,
"I want more..."
Chen Qingyu shivered, and the root of his tail was numb.
Damn it!
Wife, if we have something to say, let’s talk about it~
It once reminded Chen Qingyu of the fear of being dominated by the same familiar words during those long nights.
Hu Yale frowned.
"Why are you so stunned? Give me some food, I can't reach it!"
"Oh... 嗻..."
The atmosphere was very festive.
Song Qingyun looked around.
No, this feels completely wrong.
Lin Chou and Leng Han, Hu Yale and Chen Qingyu, and even Sikong and Zhao Ziyu all seemed to be flirtatious.
A pair of pairs came together, and a sudden sadness surged into their hearts.
In this age of paper-thin coldness, there is only -
"Come, come, come, Master Shan, eat the food, eat the food. How about we make a whole Qingquan Mountain?"
"Go away, I can't drink!"
Song Qingyun sits on wax.
What, you can’t drink? Did you drink water just now?
Or - even you look down on me? !
In this situation, shouldn't they be protecting each other and comforting each other as wingmen?
...
The power of the fourth-level alien meat can be said to be quite tenable. When Yuan Yuan was full, Huang Dashan began to open the lobster.
This kind of lobster is found in places like the rocky beaches along the coast of Mingguang. It is small but has a stronger and stronger sea smell.
Compared with the big ones further away from the coastline, they are not suitable for sashimi, and are more used for "heavy taste" eating methods such as barbecue, and its lobster meat is not white and flawless, with a hint of meat. Threads of blue lines.
Mr. Shan simply went to the kitchen, chopped chili peppers, ground mustard, soaked them in soy sauce, smashed some coriander roots, and soaked them in the juice.
I returned to the table and picked out a few lobster brains, stirred them in, and ate them deliciously with the homemade dipping water.
Song Qingyun secretly dipped some in and tasted it.
"Fuck, fuck...so spicy...sizzling, spicy...water, where is the water??"
Mr. Shan said while eating his stuff,
"Our Yanhuishan Restaurant's special deviled pepper is not spicy at all, but not spicy at all. Is it something a newbie like you can try at will?"
Song Qingyun saw sweat on his forehead, licked his lips and said,
"You can eat it if it's so spicy!"
Mr. Shan laughed and said,
"Mengxin, do you know what 'no fun without spicy food' means? Do you need Master Shan to explain it to you? You are addicted to spicy food and it's hard to give up, you know! For a tough guy like Master Shan, only devil peppers like this one can Only a hot thing can describe the magnificent life of this prince~"
Sikong wondered,
"Here, this guy has changed his gender? I thought he was going to explain it as, 'If you don't put some chili pepper on your vagina, you won't have sex' or something like that."
Everyone was sweating: "..."
Such a powerful explanation——
Sure enough, even after knowing each other for so long, we still know nothing about the power that Sikong, who owns seven and a half libraries, has.
"Snapped!"
The old sorcerer who had been silent threw the crock pot of crock chicken on the table, jumped up to the willow pavilion with three yellows in his arms, sat cross-legged with five hearts pointing to the sky - let's assume those were his five hearts.
A very strange feeling suddenly filled everyone's hearts.
The trio of Hei Chenhai said,
"Master Warlock's magic? Or is this the fluctuation of mental power?"
"It's very weird. I feel like I've been seen through."
"The origin does not seem to play a big role. It is difficult for an evolver to resist this kind of power."
"Yes, a very dangerous power."
Huang Dashan grinned,
"Aren't you guys really fooled by the sea breeze? What did the Black Army teach you? Can you guard against spiritual power, even blood skills? The source armor has always protected against physical attacks and pure source attacks. Almost half of Zhixing’s bloodline abilities are all kinds of weird stuff, such as curses, armor breaking, transformations, blessings, and even ones that simply gamble your life, which one can you guard against?”
Chen Qingyu was stunned and wanted to say something, but Huang Dashan said disdainfully,
"Really, I noticed that you guys from the dark sea have eyes that are as big as the other. You eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot. Can you keep it down? It's actually very ugly to be stuffed to death."
After receiving contempt for no reason, Chen Qingyu couldn't stand it anymore.
——You are biased against our Hei Chenhai!
"What can you do without preparation? What about the enemy? What if the enemy also has such power?"
Huang Dashan despised him even more,
"Really stupid or fake? You are the sorcerer's breadwinner. Didn't Liu Renjun get knocked over without even farting?"
Chen Qingyu slapped his head.
Damn, how did I get involved!
