Lin Chou didn't want to admit that his skills, which he practiced hard day and night, were not as good as a gray-haired old man, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it for himself.
Because every time Lin Lin and Lin Chou sit side by side making a pot of fish balls, there seems to be no difference at first glance, but when the fish balls come out of the pot, the gloss and taste...
The difference shouldn't be too obvious, even the guests can feel it.
Father Lin sighed with depression more than once in front of Lin Chou when Grandpa Lin, who had turned into a small memorial tablet, said,
"Dad, since you left, there really isn't anyone who can fight!"
"Our Lin family...has also fallen..."
"What a disappointment! What a disappointment!"
In short, there are all kinds of exaggerated acting skills and lines. Don't tell me, Lin Xiaochou, who was young and ignorant at the time, really believed it.
The critical blow that Father Lin caused to Lin Chou's young mind was much more painful than when he used the big wooden basin used to make fish balls to carve into his skull after making fish balls that were not up to his father's standards.
He suddenly remembered, sadly, the kind of tabloids that were often seen in public toilets in alleys and were said to be used to promote the "excellent traditional culture" before the catastrophe - the kind of tabloids that were stuck on the walls.
There is a section of a newspaper on a floor on the east wall of the public toilet No. 2 in the middle section of Pythagorean Alley that reads:
In the eighties, people said that pop music would ruin the next generation.
In the nineties, people said that television programs would destroy the next generation.
This century, people say, video games will ruin the next generation.
Yet it turns out that nothing can ruin the next generation, except the one before it.
Lin Chou didn't care whether this angry argument made sense or not. He just felt that the father-son relationship between himself and Dad Lin was ruined in this way.
——Dad Lin was born out of Grandpa Lin's "higher education" method. Lin Chou is really incompetent.
Although it doesn't matter if I think about it now, the quarrels and quarrels at that time seemed a bit vaguely warm.
Of course, this is to compare Lin Chou's father hitting Lin Chou on the head with a horse spoon, hitting Lin Chou on the head with a rolling pin, hitting Lin Chou on the head with a fire stick, and hitting Lin Chou on the head with a huge wooden basin for making fish balls. Excluding various behaviors such as head-
Various critical strikes do not bring warmth, only bruises or swelling.
Eh?
Ball sacks...
Lin Chou suddenly felt that something was wrong!
The old man always uses a wooden basin to make fish balls, but I seem to always use an iron basin...
At first, Lin Chou thought that Father Lin used the wooden basin because of his humanitarianism and to shine a bright light——
After all, every time after making fish balls, Father Lin would hit him on the head with a super giant wooden basin as usual. If it were replaced by a super giant iron basin, it is estimated that all the grass growing on Boss Lin's grave would be cultivated into essence by now. .
Now think about it, this is not humanitarian at all. Hey, the difference between a wooden basin and an iron basin is huge!
Lin Chou gritted his teeth,
"It turns out the difference in the sound is that it's waiting for me here..."
The trio from the Scientific Research Institute saw Lin Chou's expressions changing from warm and happy to terrifying. They had no idea what was going on. They were so frightened that they hid aside and did not dare to speak.
Even in Mingguang, there seems to be no formal punishment for mentally ill people who hurt others...
Lin Chou finished beating the minced fish vigorously, took out each plump fish ball, and then lowered it into the warm water.
Just the right water temperature will slowly turn the translucent meat on the surface of the fish balls into a flawless and delicate "shell". The water temperature must not be too high. If it is too high, the fish balls will lose their tender and juicy taste. At this time, the "boil" is just In order to shape the fish balls.
The fish balls jumped into the water pot one by one, but Lin Chou was not in a hurry.
When the small pot of minced fish is one-third full, the maturity of the inside and outside of the first fish ball is almost the same. The water temperature in the pot is always maintained at about 500, and the fish balls are not completely cooked.
After grabbing all the minced fish, Lin Chou washed his hands.
"Put the fish balls first."
With that said, he distributed the liver and glutinous rice on the lot to several people.
"It's done, eat this first, then bake it and it will get old."
Pork liver is rough and hard, but has a solid texture and rich flavor, while chicken liver is much more delicate in texture.
Neither of them has as much oil and fat as the famous and expensive foie gras before the catastrophe, so Lin Chou's choice is to cook chicken liver and pork liver and grind them into a puree, then mix them with wild lilies and then wrap them with pork net oil and stuff them. Blanch it in a barbecue.
Having locked in its own moisture and absorbed the meat juice, the liver dumplings are still relatively moist when they are first taken out of the barbecue. After being grilled again, the surface gradually dehydrates, and the oil tightens and turns into grease, dripping or soaking the liver. Cover the surface.
In the end, all that was left was a portion of the oily veins, so that each piece of liver glutinous rice looked like braised oily gluten.
Lin Chou smelled the taste and took a sip.
"Sure enough, it doesn't smell like dog liver... Kacha..."
The oval liver lobster has a shell less than half a centimeter thick on the surface, which is slightly hard but brittle enough to break when touched.
The hot and moist content inside bursts open and releases a lot of heat. In addition to the unique aroma of pork liver, there is also a hint of wild lily fragrance.
The cooked liver puree is dense and thick in the mouth, and it feels like ice and snow melting when you sip it on your tongue.
The diced wild lily mixed with it looks more like onions that have been fried until soft and sugar-colored, but it tastes much crisper than onions.
The three people from the Research Institute were very interested.
"Hey, this stuff tastes pretty good!"
"It's really delicious. What is this thing called? Ganzi?"
"I heard from Boss Lin that it tastes better when made with dog liver..."
The three of them began to think about Lin Chou's method of not even adding seasoning, and finally came to the conclusion that cooking skills or techniques > seasoning.
Lin Chou smiled brightly and refused to be serious with them.
Xiaoba has already begun to prepare the fish balls and wild eggs in the pot together. Poached eggs cooked in sour soup will be delicious, and of course it will be even better if they are runny.
Baal returned to the boat alone and turned over several packages containing food.
"Hey, Lao Zheng, Xiaoba, have you seen the few kilograms of noodles I brought? I remember taking them on the boat, why are they gone?"
Xiaoba's face was neither red nor white and he said,
"Those three kilograms of noodles hidden in the secret compartment next to the engine last month? I ate them all last week!"
Baal: "..."
What the hell! Traitor! Come and accept your fate!
The two of them instantly became entangled in each other, poking their noses and eyes in every possible way, and the battle was fierce.
Lao Zheng silently opened a small deck on the bow of the ship and took out a few packages of noodles. He said honestly,
"Boss Lin, can you cook the noodles? This is the only inventory we have, two pounds of thin noodles and four pounds of thick noodles."
Lin was very happy.
"Fishballs and noodles have to be a perfect match, well, they also go with poached eggs!"
Take the fish balls out of the warm water pot and pour them into the cold water, add them to the sour soup, and then add the noodles to the pot.
With the addition of noodles, the consistency of the soup instantly increases and the aroma of wheat comes out.
Lao Zheng held several seasoning packets.
"The specialty of our research institute, how about concentrated soup packets? This one is sardine garlic flavor, this one is snapper oyster flavor, this one is pork shepherd's purse flavor..."
Lin Chou was so frightened that his face changed.
"No, no, thank you, keep that thing away!"
He doesn't want a good pot of fish ball noodles in sour soup to taste like instant noodles.
"Do you love instant noodles so much? We in Yanhuishan have Kangshuaibo Braised Beef Noodles left over from before the catastrophe, and Pen is working hard to make spicy beef noodles. If you like it, our store owner's reputation guarantees that, Absolutely original and genuine before the catastrophe, licensed!”
Lao Zheng: "..."
Of course he had heard of the scary instant noodles that cost 1,000 points a pack.
Except for someone like Shen Daru who was taken advantage of, who the hell would eat it? ?
After cooking the thick noodles for a while, Lin Chou added the thin noodles in and then cracked wild eggs.
"Okay, okay, it smells pretty good."
In this situation, even the cheap noodles mass-produced by the scientific research institute will smell much better than Lin Chou's loving hand-made noodles.
After all, time, place and stomach capacity are all different.
...
Ten minutes later, three people from the scientific research institute were lying in front of the fire with their bellies in their arms, screaming,
"I'm so exhausted~"
This meal was quite satisfying, and it felt like it could equal the "life-saving grace" that Lin owed them.
Xiaoba looked sad.
"It's a worthwhile trip. It's worth it. It's so worth it."
Lin Chou stood up and left. Xiao Ba shouted,
"Hey, Boss Lin, it's almost dark today, why are you going?"
Baal is more direct:
"Boss Lin, I heard that you are very good at getting lost. Let's go again tomorrow morning. Don't get lost..."
Lin Chou said with a dark face,
"I'm going to get something more. You guys are full, but I'm not full yet!"
Xiaoba + Baal + Lao Zheng:
"envious..."
I admire the evolvers so much. The evolvers are Wai Rui Six. Can they stuff their stomachs with all the delicious food?
Just thinking about it makes me feel like my happiness index is going up crazily!
Having big eyes and a small belly is almost a common problem among patients with anorexia. You feel full after eating, but the table full of good wine and delicious food is still sending you an extravagant invitation. What a painful realization it is~
Soon, Lin Chou came back carrying a few red hair crabs.
Said, "You can't continue eating fish after eating fish balls. There are just a few river crabs, so it's not bad to deal with them barely."
This kind of river crab can be found in many large and small lakes nearby. What makes it different from other river crabs is that the fuzz on its pincers is dark red.
The red hair crabs near Mingguang can shed their shells twice a year and are relatively large.
If they can survive the molting and seed-bearing stages, their lifespan is generally more than fifteen years, which is very long.
Of course, due to its size exceeding the standard, its meat is far less tender than ordinary mitten crabs, and can even be said to be a bit rough, but the creamy yellow taste is still delicious.
Lin Chou didn't bother to deal with it anymore and directly patted the red hair crab upside down on the fire where only red charcoal was left.
Red hair crabs have a lot of water in their bodies. Roasting them upside down can effectively avoid water loss and collect the water in the shell cover.
Xiaoba obviously has never seen this kind of red hair crab.
"Hmm, is this one from the river? It looks completely different from the red snake."
Lin Chou was even amused by this guy.
"This is a river crab, and red crabs are from the sea. The worst thing is that they are at the intersection of salt and fresh water. How can they look the same when they are so different?"
Xiaoba scratched his head,
"Oh, then this thing is a hairy crab~"
"Uh... sort of."
On weekdays, few people are extravagant enough to grill river crabs raw. The roasted yellow paste does have a unique fragrance, but it will waste a lot of crab meat.
Because once the crabs are placed on the hot coals, they cannot be turned over. There are many gaps under their abdomens. If too much water escapes, the crab meat inside will be even more inedible and will easily burn away.
"Zizi~"
The surface of the red hairy crab gradually turns into a bright red like flames. The color is full and extremely attractive. The excess juice inside turns into foam and gushes out from the gaps, releasing the delicious flavor of the crab.
The crab aroma with its own pyrotechnics is an alternative attempt. It does not support adding salt or any ingredients. All it requires is a pile of charcoal fire and a few crabs.
Xiaoba burped again, looking at his own belly even more sadly than looking at his wife's unfulfilled belly.
"Boss Lin, tell me, if I get up and run around the lake a few times now, can I still have some food in my belly?"
Lin Chou thought for a while,
"I don't know if it can be decorated more, but it's definitely a mess."
Xiaoba was speechless.
Thinking about how much food I had eaten, if I bothered Chaqi any more, I wouldn't be able to live anymore. It would be too painful to live in vain.
"about there."
Lin Chou took out the first crab he put in from the fire and used his ruthless iron hands to break it open.
"Oh~"
The one who exclaimed was not Lin Chou, but Baal.
"Such a lot of ointment!"
The golden and attractive crab paste covers almost every inch of the crab shell, and is covered with a thin layer of gray-brown film, which still looks like a complete crab shell.
Slightly burnt and meaty.
Lin Chou rubbed his hands, not caring if they were hot, broke off a piece of crab paste and threw it into his mouth.
"emmmmm..."
The crab paste is soft and sandy, melting like butter in the mouth, filling the mouth with a rich and fragrant aroma.
In particular, the red hair crab has a "huge" body compared to ordinary river crabs, and is full of yellow butter, which gives people a completely different sense of satisfaction.
Lin Chou ate until his mouth was full of oil.
"Make more next time and try making some crab roe soup dumplings when you go back."
Even Lin Chou is not always lucky enough to encounter precious and rare things like butter crab. Red hair crab is so rich in cream, it would be a shame to eat it without some crab roe soup dumplings.
"Hoo ho~ so hot~"
Lin Chou broke off a crab claw, bit it into pieces, and sucked the white meat inside.
The three people from the Research Institute watched Lin Chou's brutal eating with his teeth and claws open, with tears in their eyes.
Tears well up in your eyes, are you there~
Xiaoba "cryed uncontrollably",
"Woooooo... I want a fat family... don't stop me... I want a fat family to find my mother..."
After struggling three times, his round and bulging belly restricted his mobility.
Xiaoba is like a salted fish falling into the dust, with no love left in his life.
"It's not fair...it's not fair..."
Eating but not being able to eat, watching but looking down on, the three of them are in a dilemma.
Xiaoba swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty,
"Boss Lin, does it smell good?"
Lin Chou nodded for a while.
He placed a crab in front of Xiaoba and the others. Xiaoba touched his belly with a very bitter smile.
Just as he was about to refuse a few words, he heard Lin Chou say,
"It smells good. If you don't believe me, just smell it~!"
