Su Yourong smiled with crooked eyebrows.
This little girl who had never felt her father's love was thinking about it and was lost in thought.
Silly and cute.
As a result, the group of women behind them seemed to have witnessed something incredible.
"Yo yo yo, Teacher Xiao Su!"
"We can see and hear~"
"Why should such a powerful and gentle Boss Lin be called a master~"
Xiao Yourong was immersed in his own mind and couldn't react for a while, so he murmured,
"This is what 'Dad' feels like... I almost called 'Dad' out loud..."
The eyes of the eldest girl and the young daughter-in-law suddenly stared like light bulbs.
"Wow, I didn't expect Boss Lin to have such a special hobby!"
"Envy~"
"Dirty dirty dirty..."
"What's this? The guy in our family often exports other people's money at the same time... ugh~ I'm so embarrassed~"
A certain father Lin heard the sound of these women getting into the car in the kitchen and looked at the kitchen knife in his hand without saying a word.
Pretty!
Are you ashamed?
Do you have any misunderstanding about the word "shame"?
I really want to weld the car doors shut for them, and use the principles of physics to tell them what it means to have a father's love like a mountain - the ground will break apart!
Besides, you've got it all wrong.
"You stay here, don't move around, I'm going to buy some oranges."
It's quite warm, isn't it? It's touching, isn't it?
Generally we call this situation "other people's children" or "other people's father" ~
Based on Boss Lin's understanding of Boss Lin and the market conditions of ancient China and Mingguang, I interpreted the above sixteen characters plus three punctuation points. I deeply realized that only the four words "don't move" have the clearest meaning and are the key points to consider. kind of.
What if you move around?
My father would probably take out the orange tree full of oranges that had just been cut down next to the train station from his waist, and then he would smash the random naughty child and squeeze the juice from the tree full of oranges.
Sikong, who opened the door and walked into the dining room, was stunned when he saw Lin Chou in the kitchen staring at the kitchen knife.
He said strangely,
"When you are cooking, do you have to look at the blade of a kitchen knife to admire your extremely handsome face?"
"Ahem!" Lin Chou put down the kitchen knife and pulled out a piece of wet tarpaulin wrapped with something from behind the island, "What about, Huang Dashan snatched...the fish he brought back from the sea. It is a rare alienated fish species that can grow to This is the first time I have seen such a big big-headed treasure - in short, you are in for a treat."
Lin Chou was still a little touched. After such a big accident, Huang Dashan didn't forget to bring him some local specialties.
"Big-headed treasure?" Sikong repeated, "You mean Mei Tongyu~"
"Okay, you," Lin Chou didn't expect Sikong to know this kind of fish, "Mr. Sikong is a man of great knowledge and talent."
Sikong scratched his head,
"I heard that before the cataclysm, the maximum length of this fish was 200 millimeters. Yours... I'm afraid it must be two meters long, right?"
Lin Chou said while unpacking the tarpaulin,
"Who knows, I was busy before, so I didn't pay much attention and just took a look and left it there."
As soon as the tarpaulin was opened, the smell of the sea became even stronger. The big head treasure lying on the tarpaulin was at least 1.9 meters long, which was taller than Lin Chou.
From the bottom of the fish lip to the back of the gills to the ventral side to the narrow tip of the tail, it shows a noble golden color. Only the back of the huge and round head and the area near the dorsal fin are dark brown with a little dark green.
The scales covering the fish's body reflect the kitchen lights, making it absolutely gorgeous.
Sikong opened his mouth,
"Hey, is this fish so beautiful? It can be called the 'Nine-Fifth King' among fishes!"
Lin Chou said quietly,
"How about you take a closer look..."
Sikong felt the strangeness in Lin Chou's tone and took a closer look.
"..."
"When God opens a door for you, he will inevitably close a window. This saying seems to be very practical for fish."
The scales covering the body of this plum fish have epic flashing special effects, but its appearance...
How should I put it? The round brain shape gives people an overly "honest" look. The mouth is big and the eyes are small, and the mouth is grinning almost to the eye sockets.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
Who knows what the idea behind this thing is, it actually transformed into a weird, upturned fish mouth, which looks like capital Funny.
What is it used for?
Is the funny D method good?
The natural enemy will laugh to death and inherit its wealth?
The circle of the fish's mouth is covered with long, fluffy yellow-brown tiny teeth, and longer and thicker black tentacles appear intermittently - this part's scientific name is "teeth band", and in human aesthetic terms, it can no longer be called "buck teeth". To describe it, it’s like the gums are completely backwards.
At first glance, it not only looks sloppy, but also a little weird and disgusting.
This big fish, nearly two meters long, has eyes no bigger than Sikong’s fingers.
The pupils in his gray and turbid eyes were as big as pinheads, and he seemed to be rolling his eyes all the time.
The above is not all, the lips that originally looked thick and sexy from a distance were actually tilted to one side.
Sikong said speechlessly,
"When this guy was reincarnated, he must have landed face first before running away."
Lin Chou was very happy and looked at it over and over again, and then his hands were covered with tiny scales.
The scales of plum fish fall off very easily, which is normal, but the fish scales of the fish that became so big after the transformation are still so small, which feels a little strange.
"Well, first level, pretty good."
"I have never seen it before, but I heard that before the catastrophe, this kind of fish was very tender, with soft bones and smooth flesh. I wonder if it can retain these attributes when it grows to such a big size."
Sikong muttered,
"Who cares...as long as it's not horse meat noodle soup, it's fine, fine, no problem at all~"
Lin Chou:─_─?
Sikong looked up at the rafters and studied the menu carefully.
"Ahem, what are you going to do with this big thing? Stew it? Braise it in braise? Stir-fry meatballs? Fish head with chopped pepper - uh, forget about the fish head with chopped pepper. I can't eat it. I always feel like there are a few feet wearing nail shoes. That fish’s head was stepped on a hundred times.”
Lin Chou bought a pass.
"Uh... do something you haven't seen before."
After saying that, he threw a huge fish piaji on the chopping board.
"Hey", the head and body are directly separated, simple and crude.
A cold iron knife cut into the tail, and when pushed forward, the entire side of the fish was cut open, and there was not even a single skewed knife mark on the exposed fish bones.
Sikong said enviously,
"I always think your knife is...a good knife, a good knife..."
Lin Chou: "???"
Are you envious of the wrong person? The sword is like a dragon. My superb swordsmanship is the key point!
After picking off two pieces of fish, Lin Chou found a pair of tweezers and pulled out the remaining fish bones before continuing to cut them apart.
"The hardness of this thorn is really not good. It's a bit like cartilage."
Sikong asked,
"That's not quite right, whole slices? Such tender fish...can't stand up to such a simple and crude method..."
Sikong was right, the more tender the meat, the easier it is to lose water and become dry and woody - especially when the fish is cut into oddly shaped slices.
Lin Chou cut off a part from a whole piece of fish, and then directly sliced the fish skin and a finger-thick flesh down from the skin, leaving only the fish flesh under the slice and put away the rest.
"Simple and crude?" Lin Chou smiled, noncommittal.
The meat of the plum fish is very beautiful. It looks like fluorite flowing in the slightly dark kitchen. It is as white as silver. It is "fresh" that can be observed with the naked eye.
Lin Chou cut the fish with skin into strips the size of a little finger without hesitation and put it on the pot over high heat.
Seeing the pot burning hot and making smoke, he got angry.
"Serve with generous oil!"
Tons tons tons~
Fill half a pot of oil.
Sikong's eyes widened.
"Deep fried?"
“Everything can be tempura?”
"You call this an exquisite way of doing things?"
"Did you have some strange misunderstanding about Jing Jing?"
Four-sentence sentence pattern - No matter how Sikong looked at those fresh and tender fish, he had the urge to say "sorrow" silently.
Lin Chou quickly turned down the flame under the stove, so small that the flames were almost invisible.
"It's not fried. To be precise, this is one of the 21 cooking techniques of Cantonese cuisine before the catastrophe. It's called 'youpao'."
"Of course, in other cuisines, it can be said that it is one of the cooking methods of 'soaking in oil', 'soaking in oil', 'soaking in oil' and 'boiling in oil'."
"It's common inside the circle, but not obvious outside the circle."
"Youpao requires a hot pot with strong oil, which is what we call hot pot and cool oil."
Lin Chou lifted the pot up a little, shook the pot while gently stirring the oil with a spoon.
"Oil bubbles have relatively precise requirements for oil temperature, which should be controlled between 80 and 90 degrees Celsius."
"Of course, the most suitable temperature is actually 86 to 89 degrees."
Sikong said dullly,
"8 Can this really be solved with a simple 'control'? It's funny..."
Lin Chou kept adjusting the oil in the pot and said,
“Practice makes perfect.”
Mr. Sikong's curiosity is ready, and now all he needs is a cat.
"Why do you need to use oil bubbles? It's too difficult to ask for such precise requirements... It's simply terrifying..."
“It’s said that the chef who invented this cooking technique and invented this dish was actually just against humanity, right?!”
Lin Chou shook his head,
"To a certain extent, for some fresh ingredients, 'oil' is better than 'water' in ensuring that the moisture in the ingredients is not lost. The oil soaking is doing its best to make the ingredients 'hold their breath' and retain the essence of the ingredients. Tasty and tender.”
As he spoke, Lin Chou sprinkled some salt and wine on the fish strips, then spread them evenly and put them into the pot.
Sikong felt it was quite new. It was the first time he had seen this kind of practice.
When the fish meat is put into the pot, the oil pot ripples slightly. There is no "crack" sound or rolling bubbles. It is very quiet, just like solidified amber.
But in fact, there is no "solidification", the fish meat in the oil pan is slowly changing little by little.
Lin Chou used a slotted spoon to gently push the fish meat to fully contact with the oil.
Just when the edges of the fish skin are slightly rolled up, the fish meat is pulled from all sides and curled inward with the fish skin as the center. Quickly remove the fish meat and place the colander containing the fish meat on the container.
Holding the pan, pour the oil once, twice, three times, a total of three times.
At this time, the flesh of the plum fish has changed from translucent white to snow white, with a faint hint of pink mixed in.
Sikong swallowed his saliva,
"Holy shit, this color...this feeling...just looks so tender...can you eat it??"
Lin Chou smiled,
"No, it's now seven and a half to eighty percent mature, and it needs to be fried a little bit."
Lin Chou first mixed light soup and starch to thicken it and set it aside.
Add a few green onions, some carrot slices, and clear oil to the pan and stir-fry for a while.
Then one hand of fish meat and one hand of gravy are put into the pot at the same time.
Quickly throwing the bowl aside, he held the pot in his left hand and slapped his left wrist with his right hand.
"Pa~"
"Pa~"
"Papa~"
With every tap, the fish meat at the bottom of the pot rolls exactly into a tiny, rounded whole in the pot.
"You won't be able to use a spoon or shovel. The meat of plum fish is so tender that it breaks into pieces when touched."
Roll the fish through three rolls, take it out of the pan and put it on a plate.
Sikong had nothing to say. He stared at the fish on the plate in front of him and even forgot to take the chopsticks handed over by Lin Chou.
Lin Chou snapped his fingers in front of Sikong's nose.
"Eat, this dish is calculated in seconds."
"The oil soaked in oil should be 75% to 80% mature."
"Stir fry until 90% to 90% cooked."
"Put it in front of you..."
"Dangdangdangdang~"
"Just right!"
"Is it refined enough?"
This time, Sikong regained consciousness and didn't need Lin Chou to urge him at all.
"Ha, in the whole world, you can only live up to the food and beautiful scenery! emmmmm..."
Lin Chou listened carefully, and saw that the hand-to-hand battle between Hong Dashan and Mr. Gao continued outside.
"Heh, it seems they don't have time to eat this dish."
Lin sat down without any sincerity.
"Let me have a taste..."
At this time, a soft and cute Su Yourong came out of the kitchen, staring at Lin Chou with big eyes.
"???"
Uh...this is so embarrassing!
Lin Chou pretended to slap his forehead,
"Hey, I just said I forgot something important!"
Su Yourong's resentment rushed towards her face.
It was not for nothing that Lin Chou was the most powerful first-level awakener of Mingguang. His move was like an electric shock, and the chopsticks and fish phantoms were frozen in the cute disciple's little mouth. The chopsticks and teeth made a slight "click" sound.
Then Su Yourong's words automatically clicked and turned into "emmmmm" chewing.
Su Yourong's eyes were originally wide and fierce, but as soon as the fish meat entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a happy crescent shape.
Sikong looked at Su Yourong intently for a long time and spoke seriously,
"Your apprentice is not very talented."
Lin Chou had a look of resentment + surprise.
(Wanniao, my disciple, you have lost your fortune.)
Yourong's cooking proficiency is indeed only "2", but that's not right. How did this kid tell that?
Sikong twisted his mouth,
“My first reaction when something sticks in my mouth is to chew it!”
Lin Chou: "???"
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻┻
frenzied!
She is still a child!
This baby...this handsome guy is still a child!
Sikong suddenly realized something and his face turned green.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
(I said nothing.)
(You didn’t hear it!)
(It’s all an illusion!)
(Ahhhh...)
(I am not Sikong.)
(Yes, that’s Jiang Zi, I’m actually Huang Dashan!)
He was eating the food with his head down, looking at his unusually serious face, it seemed that Mr. Sikong was completely unable to appreciate the wonderful feeling he had just enjoyed after eating this plate of exquisite dishes.
——Not only is it not wonderful, it is simply tasteless!
Fortunately, Huang Dashan's words came from the rumbling sound that never stopped outside, which stopped Lin Chou's cannibalistic gaze at the right time.
"Lin, don't think I can't see you if you hide in there. There's smoke coming out of your chimney. What the hell are you secretly cooking?"
His voice didn't matter, first the dining room door was pushed open with a "clang".
Countless pairs of eyes were locked on the interior of the tavern, their expressions conveying affection, and the resentment in their gazes made Lin Chou's scalp numb.
Then there was a loud bang at the back door of the kitchen, and the whole restaurant shook three times - you didn't even need to look to know that it was Mr. Gungun.
Lin Chou silently put down his chopsticks.
"ε=(′ο｀*))) Alas..."
