Facing the last plate of untouched dishes, Mr. Shan was as steady as an old dog.
"Well, look at this meat. The snowflake pattern is even and dense, and the meat is tender, red, and faintly glowing. This is a sign that the muscle fat content is just right. Look at this...this...this chopped green onion! It should be white, and it should be green. The green onions are rich in flavor but not pungent to the eyes... I really can't make up any more... The green onions are not spicy to the eyes, but your dish is spicy to the eyes... Could it be that he and Sikong's lifelong enemy? There should be a series of meat noodle slices..."
Even though one side was grilled, the blood color on the mutton still showed that it was damn raw!
Huang Dashan knew the sinister intentions of these cooks very well. What about single-sided roasted rock mutton? Lin Zi must have just casually used a flamethrower to sweep the surface of the mutton and called it "seared"!
Mr. Shan has no objection to raw food. He eats all the insects alive, but this time is different, really different.
This plate of food brought back some not-so-good memories, such as the raw meat that Shan Ye ate when he was starving and dying in the wilderness. It looked exactly the same as this one!
Soaked in blood water and semi-dissolved fat! Slippery! With body temperature!
Just now, Mr. Shan tried his best to avoid looking at this thing when he was eating several other dishes - there are different types of raw meat, so who the hell would do anything to raw mutton? I'm in trouble!
"There's nothing strange about raw mutton," Lin Chou said indifferently. "The history of eating raw mutton is as long as the Dinling people eating raw reindeer meat."
Huang Dashan: Haha, you can say whatever you like, but I won’t even touch you even if you say something nice. This is just rubbing salt on my scars!
The Dinling people believe that reindeer have a simple diet, and the meat is naturally pure. Fresh meat and blood combined with salt are incomparable to other foods.
Just like the Dingling people, the special status of mutton made the ancient Chinese people imprint the traces of sheep on many beautiful things very early.
The word "beautiful" means that if the sheep is big, it will be fat. "Shuowen Jiezi" records: "Beautiful and sweet, the sheep will be bigger."
The word "shame" is a pictographic character in oracle bone inscriptions, depicting a person holding a sheep in his hand, which means offering good food.
But raw lamb doesn't look so good just thinking about it.
Lin Chou had obviously given up on the idea of popularizing science with Huang Dashan. The lessons of history told him that unless you talk to this guy about a woman's butt and breasts, everything else goes in through one ear and out the other, which is useless.
Lin Chou's strategy target is the warlock - although he didn't bother to make this dish, but if no one really eats it, wouldn't it mean that the craftsmanship and taste of my dignified boss Lin are in question?
"This mutton is the blue sheep that I have chosen. I spend more than ten hours a day running and fitness. Blue sheep live in high-altitude areas, where the land is relatively barren, and most of the soil is highly alkaline. They grow in the mountains. Many of the plants are medicinal materials. The blue sheep eat these things to grow up and lick the salt and alkali. The meat quality is excellent and will reduce a lot of the smell."
"For the meat part, I choose the small piece in the center of the two shoulders of the lamb's front leg, close to the neck. It has a lot of exercise, long fibers, just the right proportion of fat, and is tough yet tender."
"Single-sided grilling has nothing to do with cooking the mutton. The main function is to release part of the fat and give the meat a cooked aroma of oil. This is completely different from the simple taste of raw meat and oil. , in comparison, the fragrance released when you smell the butter directly and when the butter lamp is lit are very similar."
"You should have noticed. Let's talk about the oil at the bottom of the dish. It's light yellow and green, a very beautiful color, right? This is the olive oil I squeezed by myself last time. It's raw. It beautifully retains the single, pure originality. It has a fruity aroma and doesn’t feel greasy when you drink it directly!”
"..."
Huang Dashan wriggled his lips,
"Uncle Warlock, you heard and saw it, right? The last time he fooled Sikong into eating horse meat noodles, he didn't say half as much words as he did today!"
"Um."
"What a terrible guy. In order to test the food for himself, his friend with such a stupid face would not bear to cheat him."
"Um."
"That thing is deceptive at first glance. It's not only the presentation but also the knife work. From the selection of materials to the processing, the whole invitation is plated with gold. Oh, it's so exquisite. How much do you think he is going to sell it for?" "
"Um??"
"Why don't you say anything? So you won't be fooled, right? We are just grasshoppers tied to a rope now. Do you understand, comrade? We are now comrades in the trench. You have to take care of the whole world... .Eeheheh?!”
When the warlock uncle heard that this thing was related to the word "expensive", he immediately stretched out his chopsticks.
"emmmmmmm"
Apart from this shortcoming, Master Warlock is relatively fair and just.
Raw rock lamb grilled on one side, rolled with fine green scallions, and dipped in clear and juicy olive oil.
"Hmm, does the mutton taste like this? It really doesn't have any fishy smell, but one bite will definitely make people know immediately that this is mutton, it's special."
“I can only say that the taste is indeed very good, the meat is completely tender and tough, without tendons, the taste of muscle and fat, plus the seasoning of green onion and olive oil, the fusion is very high, and it lingers in the mouth A feeling of integration.”
"As for whether this dish is delicious or not, it most likely depends on personal taste."
The warlock is very serious;
"I still don't recommend you to launch this dish in the store. It's very risky. If someone who doesn't like the taste of raw meat eats it - wait, people who don't like raw food don't seem to take such a risk to order it. Raw mutton, right?”
Lin Chou smiled and said,
"Why should you be at odds with your own taste? Ordering a dish that you don't like or even offends your appetite is pure abuse to yourself, right?"
The magician said,
"That's no problem. I think this kind of dish will be very popular among those who pursue wild wilderness."
Huang Dashan pouted and said,
"Perhaps there are also those rich people in the base city who have nothing to do. Don't they always educate their children to be wolfish and enterprising, even if they see tigers and leopards, they have to tear off a piece of meat?"
Lin Chou slowly served them rice.
"You guys think so much, it's just this once. After today, I forgot about these dishes. If no one specially orders it, I won't make it again, and I don't plan to leave it on the menu. "
Nonsense, he's just a piece of cake with no skills. How dare he take up the position of the system master?
Huang Dashan said,
"You're a really weird person. I can't understand it—fuck, you just use this little bowl to serve me food? Where are you feeding the cat? Put down the spoon! Put it down for me! Bring the basin directly over!"
