"Brother Sun, the sun hadn't set just now, and you had to put in so much effort to make a fire. I'm afraid it might be a little difficult now," Xue Keqing said.
Sun Wanlou nodded, put down his chopsticks and stood up: "The program team didn't say we can't help each other, so it's better for me to help them when it's hot."
The two cameramen looked at each other.
They did not explicitly prohibit this kind of mutual help, but it would only affect the calculation of points.
The previously announced rules clearly state that each group must rely on its own strength to build a camp and cook, and making a fire is naturally one of them.
If you accept help from others, don’t blame yourself for your low score.
Sun Wanlou leaned over and picked up a burning log from the fire, and walked towards Ximu.
Before I even got there, I saw a bright flame rising in front of the stove over there.
He leaned over in surprise, and then noticed the lighter in Tao Le's hand.
lighter? How could such a thing exist? And, where did it come from?
He suddenly turned to look at the two photographers, only to find that they remained silent - indicating that the origin of this thing was legal.
Okay, that's okay.
Sun Wanlou put down the firewood, sat back under Xue Keqing's unclear gaze, took a piece of mutton and chewed it slowly in his mouth.
Thinking of the hard work he had to do digging into wood to make fire, and even his fingers being pricked by wood thorns, he felt a little helpless.
The fire in the stove is stable. Simu poured in the rice and cooked the porridge, and then opened the backpack he carried with him.
Under the confused gazes of the crowd, he took out two bowls, four plates, two saucers, two pairs of chopsticks and spoons, and a bottle with unknown sauce.
The bowls, plates and spoons are all made of Ru porcelain. They are as thin as paper, as green as jade, and sound like chimes. When placed on the stone platform on this deserted island, they add a sense of simplicity and elegance.
The stone platform is only more than three meters long. Sun Wanlou and Xue Keqing are sitting on the other side, so they can naturally see his every move.
Xue Keqing looked at the leaves on his table, which turned into pale green in the bonfire, and then at the ceremonial tableware on Xi Mu's side, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"What's going on with those tableware?" she asked the cameraman: "They weren't distributed by the program team, right?"
The cameramen lowered their heads at the same time and remained silent.
They knew it very well. For their father, the super funder who sponsored the program team with a huge amount of money, enough for them to film the next dozens of programs regardless of cost, not to mention just bringing a set of tableware, he just made some more demands. , Ying Dao will still be satisfied.
Audiences who understand the cause and effect will definitely understand and understand them.
"But Qing, don't ask." Sun Wanlou saw it more clearly than she did: "If I guess correctly, this should be Mr. Xi's initial choice."
"That's right." Simu nodded, but didn't say much.
"It's just that the things we get are all individual, and you get a whole set at once." Sun Wanlou joked.
This time Simu didn't answer. He lifted the lobster onto the stone platform and put it away.
The round blade of the iron plate gently scratched the lobster's back, and the entire lobster shell peeled off, as easily as opening a mysterious zipper.
The lobster meat, which was as white as jade, was taken out, cut into slices very quickly and evenly, and placed on a disk to look like two white peonies, one large and one small, and then decorated with a few leaves of appropriate shapes, which was delicate. It's like a work of art.
The cameraman didn't know when he had already rushed forward and took many close-ups of the plate of lobster sashimi.
I’ve never eaten pork, and I’ve seen pigs run away.
Chinese cooking is very particular about color, flavor, and presentation, and the presentation itself is a rare skill.
In comparison, the cooking anchor at the next table was much worse in this regard.
Simu worked hard and quickly opened the lobster's head, removed the gills and stomach, and took out a large ball of light yellow shrimp brains.
This thing is similar to crab roe and has a very mellow taste. It is an excellent choice for making steamed eggs and porridge.
Simu broke open the two shrimp claws, took out the tender meat, and put them together with the lobster brains for later use.
Then he picked up various fruit stems and leaves, chopped them into purees, squeezed their juices, or chopped them into pieces. With one operation, he made at least ten kinds of things that no one could understand.
Ximu took two saucers and took out five or six items to mix them. Then he invited Tao Le to the stage and put a pair of chopsticks into her hands.
"Lele, how does it taste?"
Tao Le was stunned when Ximu showed off his skillful knife skills and exquisite plate arrangement skills.
It seems that the old man is really not bragging. He does have extraordinary talent in cooking.
Considering his past love for food, it doesn't seem to be a problem for him to seriously study cooking skills.
Tao Le actually doesn't quite understand what life is like for certain privileged classes under the imperial system. Her years of living in a harmonious world have limited her imagination.
She took the chopsticks without any courtesy, then picked up a piece of lobster meat that looked like white jade from Wada, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into her mouth tentatively.
As soon as she ate it, her eyes instantly lit up.
The fresh and sweet shrimp meat, paired with the sour, sweet and spicy sauce, brings an indescribable sense of satisfaction and enjoyment, hitting your taste buds one after another.
She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, and ate three or four more pieces in a row. Then she raised her head and looked at Simu, who had been waiting for her response attentively:
"The fresh flower dragon is indeed delicious, but the sauce is the icing on the cake. How did you prepare it?"
Simu gently wiped away a trace of the sauce from the corner of her mouth with his fingers, and then said: "There is no wasabi on this island, so I used the ancient recipe of Jinyuyu as a guide and collected some ingredients with similar taste. That’s what it tastes like.”
Seeing that Tao Le still didn't understand it very well, he patiently explained to her some of Jin's methods.
"Jinjiu, also known as Bahejiu, is the first fish dumpling material created in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. It is made of garlic, ginger, orange, white plum, cooked corn starch, japonica rice, salt and soy sauce. It tastes sour, sweet, pungent, The saltiness and the freshness of fish are just the convergence of the five flavors.”
No wonder it's so delicious. Tao Le ate two more pieces, and then he remembered Xi Mu and quickly advised: "Don't patronize me, you can eat too."
It was such a simple invitation that immediately made Simu feel energetic.
"I'm not hungry." His voice was extremely pleasant and full of warmth: "You eat first, and I will make some dishes. It will be ready soon."
Tao Le was naturally embarrassed to eat alone.
"I'll wait with you."
"good."
Simu moved quickly, and in just a moment, he served fried wild vegetables, pan-fried lamb chops with herbs, a plate of cold rabbit, and two bowls of lobster porridge.
(End of chapter)
