People always have something in common when it comes to eating.
No matter whether the basic taste of food is sweet, sour, bitter, spicy or salty, whether diners eat it or not, whether they like it or not, they all have a say, and in a sense, their evaluation will be relatively objective and fair - apart from eating, it is probably difficult See this phenomenon in other things.
A large part of the evolutionists pursue the boldness of eating meat in large mouths and drinking in large bowls. Although the slow-cooked beef and mutton seasoned with bean paste have long been taken off the bones, they are just right and tender enough to serve them in the bowl. It's as hearty as eating noodles.
"I prefer mutton to beef,"
Mr. Zhao said,
"To a certain extent, the 'smell' of mutton is closer to the satisfaction of human appetite, and it is the 'freshness' of red meat that people pursue."
"It's rare that although you use beef, sheep, and chicken for this dish, the three or four ingredients are not completely mixed after being cooked slowly for such a long time on a low fire. They can be separated from each other, each with its own flavor. It’s already amazing if you don’t tell me.”
Lin Chou smiled and said,
"This is called losing small things, but not losing big things."
"Xian, from fish, from sheep, 豻 is fresh, 羴 is fresh, fresh is also fresh. The pronunciation of the three characters is naturally different, but it is indisputable that they represent the same meaning."
Lin Chou's eating style is much more elegant. The translucent glazed blue and white porcelain bowl the size of a human head contains meat and soup, and bits of bean curd are floating in it. The fragrance of green onion has not yet arrived, but the coriander is already shooting out like a dragon like a spear with cold light. ——Besides, as the boss, he can bring out big old bowls of different ages, patterns, and appearances every time he wants. It can be said that the pattern is fresh and unique.
Lin Chou sprinkled red young chili peppers in the bowl.
"The smell of insect meat's unique volatile sesame oil is a bit sharp. Only the spiciness of fresh chili peppers is the best match for this smell. However, the slow-cooked bean curd has now lost its sharpness in the process of beef and mutton. The edges and corners become rounded and lovely.”
"Suck~"
Zhao Er swallowed a big mouthful of meat.
"Well, actually, it is correct to choose beef tenderloin for stew, but I always feel that something is missing. Did you beat the oil in the broth too clean? Although the smell of fat is the biggest, But this seems a bit bland and not rich enough. If you ask me, since they have been put in, why not add the old duck and ham? Oh, forget the ham. That taste is obviously not suitable with bean curd, but the old duck is good. , rich in oil and thick in fragrance..."
Lin Chou glared at him fiercely, while the people next to him were snickering.
Well, who doesn’t know that Boss Lin pinches his eyes half-closed to look down on ducks? He makes him want to vomit when he sees ducks. Especially after staying in the crystal cave in a different space for so long, he has transformed from a simple mental illness into a physical disease reaction. Hahaha...
"All right..."
Zhao Er shrugged, and after devouring two large bowls of meat, he scooped himself a whole bowl of soup - and he didn't forget to skim off the fat on the surface.
"Tsk, tsk, Second Master, who just said that the broth is not rich enough and the oil is not heavy enough, and you still let the duck be fattened?"
"Heresy! Anyone who eats meat first and then drinks soup is a heretic! We serious people all eat meat and drink soup at the same time!"
Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows.
"I..."
Calculate the ball and endure it.
He followed Lin Chou's example and put in chopped green onions, a few snow-white coriander flowers, and the devil's spicy that he usually wouldn't dare to look at - it's not that Zhao Er can't eat spicy food, but that Lin Chou grows them here. The spiciness of the Devil's Spicy peppers on each seedling is different. The difference is as big as jumping off a cliff. It's possible that you picked one at random and the spiciness level is only 1. If you don't feel satisfied after eating it, you can pick another one and take a bite. , Good Guy has a spicy level of 1.8 million!
This can kill people!
Almost everyone who claims to love spicy food has jumped into this big pit on the top of this hill.
In Lin Chou's own words, mutated peppers, life and death, wealth and wealth are all determined by destiny, I don't even want to pay you to pick peppers, what else do you want?
It can be seen that not wanting money is the bottom line of his character.
"I could have kicked two bastards like this to death in one day!" Mr. Zhao thought silently.
Fortunately, this bit of crushed chili pepper was very flattering to Mr. Zhao. The spiciness was actually very suitable for him, just enough to make his lips numb and his whole body sweating slightly.
"Phew, it warms my heart and stomach."
Mr. Zhao drank a large bowl of soup and broke out in sweat. He felt that all the dampness and poison accumulated in his body throughout the hot and humid summer in Mingguang had evaporated with the hot sweat.
Patting his belly, Mr. Zhao had a clear idea and burped from the root of his tail to the top of his head.
"Whole cigarette, whole cigarette!"
"Pa bang bang~"
Countless cigarettes and lighters were put in front of Mr. Zhao's face, but SEI was in his mouth.
Zhao Er has long been accustomed to this kind of high-end treatment. He takes every cigarette without taking any side, says thank you, and puts it into his own empty cigarette box, which is not worth even one cigarette.
Su Yourong saw it,
"snort!"
He felt that Mr. Zhao was a big liar, a thief, and a sinner who had prostituted himself for free.
However, the group of people who offered the cigarettes were laughing and joking, and they all felt that their faces were bright. At this time, with the cigarettes in their hands, it would be embarrassing if Zhao Er jumped over them.
Sister Dayuexiong dragged Su Yourong away, teaching her as she walked,
"Don't imitate them. Real strong men never disdain flattery, nor do they disdain favors. When you are strong enough, and you stand in front of them, they will be eager to lend you their wives to play with..."
Lin Chou's eyebrows stood up.
"Aka only!!!"
"Your overtime wages are gone!!!"
"Are you busy? Wash the dishes for me! You're the only one who talks a lot!"
Bao Er grinned.
"Boss, this is not okay. A good child will sooner or later be taught by Sister Da Yuexiong to become a descendant of the Tiankeng Blood God Tribe..."
"From now on, if you get tattoos and smoke, you'll have to cut open people's belly and set their bones..."
Lin Chou also had a severe headache. Those who were close to vermillion were red and those who were close to ink were black.
This little girl will follow whoever she guards. Recently she doesn't even like to wear her favorite gothic little black dress. She is obsessed with going hunting in the mountains with Sister Otsuki Hung and making animal skin pockets and animal skin skirts. ...
That's right, Sister Otsuki Hung wears an inner bra and a short skirt - are those things a serious child should be concerned about?
Didn’t you see that this evolved person from Yanhui Mountain would get a nosebleed if he looked at it for a few more times?
Lin Chou sighed thoughtfully,
"I still have too little homework..."
Bao Er was eager to try.
"How about I go back and get ten more tons of potatoes?"
Lin Chou shook his head,
"Potato is no longer good. How can you only do the same question?"
"In this way, there are several tons of cucumbers, carrots, radishes and the like."
Bao Er slapped his chest loudly.
"Would you like taro? The skin is hard to peel and cut, and the meat is crispy, hard and sticky. It's hard to even slice it, let alone shred it."
Lin Chou expressed satisfaction,
"Just do it!"
