The atmosphere is very good, but eating the sheep's head and sheep's trotters is a bit busy. You have to pick and pull them, and it feels like a waste to let go of the meat and tendons in the corners.
When all the dishes on the plate were shone with the light of humanitarianism, the group of guys discovered that from the beginning of nibbling the sheep's hooves to the end, no one even thought of taking a sip of wine, but this was clearly... A great dish that goes very well with wine!
Mr. Shan said in a tone of voice,
"Everyone, after drinking this glass of wine, let's give these delicious sheep a proper condolence... Fortunately, we can continue to eat such mutton!"
With serious looks on their faces, several people laughed out loud on the spot.
Who is here? Didn’t you just say you can’t drink?
The price of the third-level snake wine is particularly affordable for evolvers, not to mention that every time you drink it, you feel like you have experienced a rebirth, and your whole body is relaxed and energized a hundred times.
The most gratifying thing is that when you wake up the next day, you will never have fragmentation or headaches - unless you can't wake up the next day.
Not everyone has the capacity to drink as much as Huang Dashan and Wen Chongjiu under normal conditions. The spirits produced by the Goubi System are definitely not at a discount, and a normal third-order evolver will never be able to handle a jar.
As a result, the three-color snake wine has become more popular among middle and low-level evolvers - if you carefully calculate this, you can save a lot of money compared to Qingquan Mountain who drinks Wen Zhong wine.
It’s both stylish and high-end, and it’s amazing that you can stop it with only three thousand circulation points and some food money!
Oh, speaking of dishes, I’m afraid no one would be so shameless as to order a six-figure herbal dish when someone else is treating them to someone else. Why on earth would anyone in a relationship not order the ac number?
After several cups and cups, most of the people started to stand up.
Mr. Shan grinned sinisterly and looked around - emmmmm, now the portion of the finale dish that everyone can get has been successfully increased to 2+.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.
Drag the fallen people to the side of the grass and arrange them neatly according to their sizes. Outsiders will be in awe just by looking at them. Our wine shop is definitely a high-end wine shop with both quality and tone.
Compared with the "father and son" game, "grandfather and grandson" game and the general "what are you looking at" game that are commonplace, this is very reliable.
"Here, cheers~"
When Lin Chou got up to get the mud to roast the lamb neck, the only people at the table were Huang Dashan, Wen Chongjiu, the warlock, a certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level subordinates, and Gungun.
Yes, that’s right, there’s also Gungun.
After eating and drinking from dawn to dusk, Leng Han saw that it was already getting late, so he protected Zhao Ziyu and Sikong and returned to Mingguang in advance. It was a pity that he could not wait until the lamb neck was baked.
Huang Dashan's conspiracy was very successful and is now level 3+.
From 1 sheep neck per capita at the beginning, it quickly climbed to 3+ sheep necks per capita. This is a great effect.
So even after being criticized many times, Huang Dashan still had a bright red and ferocious smile on his face.
"Hey, come on, come on, help put away the dishes and make room for the lamb's neck!"
Fifteen black and yellow lumps of mud were placed on the huge tray to form a hill, which was quite heavy.
From the red charcoal fire at the beginning to the charcoal ash at the end, the clay roasted lamb neck took a total of four hours before finally making its belated debut.
The warlock yelled,
"I remember one time I went to the outer city and stole two hazel chickens, took them to the beach, wrapped them in mud and roasted them. When the roasting was almost done, I tore off the mud shells with fur and skin, and took a bite of the hazel chicken. The taste was, tsk - "
Who knows what the Warlock Master has been through, that such a magical guy, with an individual strength level that is almost beyond his level, would actually be reduced to stealing other people's chickens.
Lin Chou followed the others and smiled half-embarrassedly,
"Knock it out yourself, the temperature of the mud shell is not too high."
He has his own principles, for example, he firmly believes that such food is best when you take it out of the ugly packaging and eat it in your mouth.
Maybe Lin Chou is right.
Wen Chongjiu and Huang Dashan drank the most. Each of them drank more than a dozen jars of three-color snake wine. Even they began to feel confused.
Wen Zhongjiu's face was completely red and his movements were a little slow, but his eyes were still clear.
He kept looking at the knife for more than ten seconds before he hesitated and said,
"No, I feel like I can't control my strength-"
Hey, is there a time when a fifth-level boss can be so cute?
Before a certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level juniors could laugh, the mud in his hand exploded with a crack. The loose mud shell collapsed all over the table, and the tinfoil inside was torn apart. A large amount of hot oil splashed out from the part where the fingers were pressed.
"Fuck...hot, hot, hot..."
Others had the same reaction, picking up various things on the table to protect the mud in front of them.
A certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level juniors said speechlessly,
"You didn't knock it open, just block it!"
Wen Chongjiu muttered,
"The color, flavor, image, and spirit nourish you. Although...it's still a piece of mud, I should at least maintain the minimum respect. From the moment it's placed on the plate in front of me, it's already a dish on my plate. You can eat it." What do you think when the oil from someone else’s pot splashes into your pot while having hot pot??”
A certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level juniors was speechless - this was the truth, but why did he feel so aggrieved?
No one cares about this person’s mental state.
"Come on, come on, the bag is opened, the bag is opened on the spot!"
The warlock sneered,
"It's such a delicious dish, but as soon as it's in your mouth...this warlock can smell that wretched temperament in you from three days away. You're a maverick."
Huang Dashan, who had just spoken, refused to give any of his colleagues a chance and shamelessly raised his hand to answer.
"Human, once you have your own temperament, it means you are already a long way ahead from all other living beings."
This is actually somewhat interesting - but it must not be related to the context.
Occasionally you may think this guy is half-philosopher, but the next time you look at him you will find that he is actually a complete stinker.
"Click~"
The mud shell in Huang Dashan's hand was shattered. There was no sizzling heat or explosion-like fragrance. The shiny silver tinfoil swayed several times due to the heat inside, shaking off a few grains of floating dust on the surface.
It wasn't until Huang Dashan completely peeled off the tin foil on both sides that the hot steam spurted out as if he had just "recovered".
The aroma of mutton intertwined with the aroma of beef bone marrow roasted with pepper swept across the entire table. This aroma is full of the aroma of fat that seems to be as dense as its weight. This is a taste that those who do not like meat will find it difficult to resist.
It was only then that the lamb neck wrapped in tin foil showed its fighting power as a finale dish. There were not too many spices, just beef bone marrow and bay leaves blending the flavor of the lamb were enough to stand out, and the effect was surprisingly good.
One can imagine how confident the Uyghurs who use this method are in the taste of their local mutton.
Although it is not Lob sheep but Gobi sheep, judging from the mouth-watering aroma, it is still remarkable.
The lamb neck has been chopped three times and twice, and the layers are distinct, so the oil and wine aroma are fully infiltrated.
The lamb neck lying neatly in the tin foil does not have a deliberately thick red sauce or a fancy and eye-catching shape, but just because of the slightly golden translucent fat on it and the fascia that has not shrunk to tightness, it can already stand out from the side. of ingenuity.
The cooking method (or roasting method) used in the dish of Clay Roasted Lamb Neck is actually steaming the food. The thick mud shell is destined to increase the internal temperature little by little without being too high. The gravy, The loss of fat is almost imperceptible, so nothing can dilute the taste of the ingredients inside the mud shell. It is not until the moment the mud shell is cracked that people realize that this cooking method is so wonderful and perfect that it is rich and rich.
"Oh~"
Huang Dashan sighed,
"I didn't expect it to be so tender at all. The little bit of mutton fat on the mutton was trembling. I thought it would be burnt when it came out."
Lin Chou said,
"The mutton will look very woody when it is dry. Even for grilled mutton skewers, people will control the heat and brush oil to make the mutton charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Although the mud-roasted lamb neck can also achieve the effect of charred on the outside and tender on the inside, but This dish has its origins and rules... As a cook, this is a profession with tradition and inheritance."
Huang Dashan scratched his head and bit into the sheep's neck.
"Emmmmm, I'm just talking casually, why did it rise to the level of professional ethics... He was so serious that I thought I was going to grab the eggs... Hiss, I'm so scalded to death..."
The meat on the lamb neck is unexpectedly tender and tender, moist and juicy on the inside and rich in oil on the outside. When it is applied to the mouth at the same time, the taste can make your eyebrows dance.
The others were not polite, and the sound of "bang" was heard endlessly.
"You can't seem to taste the beef bone marrow, but your senses will always remind you that the taste of mutton is actually the taste of bone marrow. It's a strange feeling."
"I think so too. How should I put it? It's like the sheep neck 'ate' the beef bone marrow, and then it turned into its own flavor and was eaten by us..."
"Eat without talking and sleep without speaking. The more you work, the more you will reap. Haha, I have already finished one!" Needless to say, the person speaking now is Huang Dashan.
"...How dare you try to move your fingers one more time?"
Everyone is equal before food, and the battle situation is particularly fierce.
The most laid-back one is Gungun, who is currently enjoying the scratching service of Xiaohei and Xiaobai and the feeding of Akazhi at the same time.
The first time the Ni Tuo was served, Chi Zhi went too far and pulled the four Ni Tuo in front of Gungun - the others had no objection at all.
As for the four dogs who dared not get close, they looked more sad. These guys had good teeth and good appetites. I am afraid they would not even let go of the bones that should theoretically belong to a certain dog.
Si Gouzi lay down and covered his face with his paws, as sad as a fat man weighing thirteen tons.
"Ouch..."
While eating, Huang Dashan licked his lips and said to Lin Chou solemnly,
"Actually, I have always believed that even if Linzi's level cannot make medicated meals, he can still make a business as big as Jiushan Palace. Oh, it's Bafanglou. One is missing. Hehe, Bafanglou Xue family was the first My generation did not start out with medicated diets. Now when I go to Bafanglou, I can see that the medicated diets are among the best among the chefs in Mingguang. In fact, the ordinary dishes can only be said to be average. If you eat too much, they will still be tasteless. "
Wen Zhongjiu shook his head, put down the mutton in his hand and took a sip of wine.
"It's different. The little guy Lin Zi seems to be gentle, thin and has no temper, but his cooking style is rough and bold. Bafanglou is different. Even a big radish on the plate has to be... Don’t underestimate this aspect of carving a phoenix with its wings spread and then applying a layer of gold foil. For many people, this part is very important. The two are not the same.”
After thinking about it, Wen Chongjiu added,
"Ahem, but, for various reasons, the Mingguang Evolvers really don't like this."
Huang Dashan chuckled,
"How to buy it? Evolutionaries like us don't dare to say everything. Nine times out of ten, those who dare to fight and kill have to wade back and forth in the sea of blood and corpses. Not to mention the price of Bafanglou's black vegetables. An evolutionist is willing to suffer this injustice. Before I came out of the forest, I would try to go to Bafanglou as little as possible unless absolutely necessary - enjoyment is enjoyment, and there must be a limit. Rouwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes. Although I am not a hero, I don’t have much ambition, and I don’t have much patience or determination. I’m afraid that if I go too much, the rows of tender and tender little girls will lick up the little blood I have. What will happen next is a tide of corpses and beasts. , maybe it’s me who’s bones are cold.”
Wen Chongjiu said,
"It's true that words are rough but not rational."
"Wealth moves people's hearts, but enjoyment consumes their will even more. The tide of zombies has not attracted much attention in recent years. The quantity has improved but the quality has declined. This tide of beasts makes the top management of Mingguang shiver to the core every time - Alien Beast Alienation The speed of the increase in strength is really terrifying, almost every year the overall strength jumps to a small level. The abilities of the alien beasts are already full of variety, not to mention the scale."
"The number of living corpses is so terrifying but they have been suppressed like this. If Mingguang is unwilling to admit it, 99% of them have nothing to do with Mingguang Evolvers. They are completely alien beasts crushing the living corpses with an unstoppable force. The base city Some people even speculate that if this continues for fifty years, living corpses will basically be placed in glass display cases and labeled as 'rare' for people to visit for a fee."
Huang Dashan burst out laughing, cracked a bone and said,
"That's such a good relationship, ah, I really hope that one day, when I take a bunch of grandchildren to the zoo to watch the monkeys, I pass by the display case of living corpses and say casually in a pretentious manner - Hey, hey, look, this is the living corpse that your grandfather and I beat up back then. This thing is so powerful. It used to be from the same ancestor as us, but now it has been eaten to the point of being endangered. This one is being carried out and sold. The loss can be worth your grandfather’s and my eight-year pension!”
"Pfft~"
A group of people laughed.
Wen Zhongjiu rolled his eyes at him,
"Then your grandson will probably say to you with admiration while vomiting: 'Grandpa Dashan, the evolvers of your time had such great appetites!' We will not take the blame for this~"
Huang Dashan: "..."
