The barbecue grill was set up.
"So the barbecue here is different." Phaethon was watching. She and Shangluo were watching. The person who started the barbecue was Zhu Ling.
"What do you think it is?"
"I thought I was going to stick it with a fork."
"That's called roasting." Shangluo replied, "Things that are in direct contact with the fire are roasted meat, and those that are not in contact with the fire are barbecued."
The barbecue grill Shangluo borrowed was an upright stand with a large iron plate lined with grooves. Over there, Zhu Ling was leaning on the meat, and next to him, Wen Yuan stood behind the chopping board and continued Phaethon's work.
He couldn't tell "which pieces the tenderloin can be divided into" or "where the tender meat of the lamb leg is", but he could slice it. After Phaethon completed all the professional cutting work, he only needed to cut the mutton into slices of suitable thickness, and the machine could do this.
This kind of roasted mutton can also be called roasted mutton. Unlike the almost transparent slices of shabu-shabu mutton, roasted mutton should be cut into "thin thick slices" or "thick slices". Too thin is not acceptable, because it needs to be baked on the iron plate to create a layer that can lock in moisture. According to the baking time, it can be divided into four levels of doneness: old, tender, burnt, and mushy. When eating, some should be able to eat the tender gravy, and some should be able to eat the paste layer that stimulates the Maillard reaction.
Wen Yuan held the knife beside him and used an ordinary knife to cut the meat. According to the parts that Phaethon had cut before, he sliced them and placed them in their original positions. He didn't dare to move at all. If he moved a little bit, he wouldn't know which piece was which. They all looked the same.
"Speaking of which." Wen Yuan raised his head and looked at Zhu Ling, "Your Highness, is there really any difference between these?"
"Of course. Can't you even tell the difference between the inner loin and the outer loin? They are completely different, right?"
"Okay. Then I just won't move."
As a normal person with relatively ordinary eating habits, even if he is Jin Yiwei, he still can't understand the habits of the "carnivorous" Lao Zhu family. Their family has no other hobbies, they just love eating meat, and they are indeed very proficient in eating meat.
"But if you look closely, it seems to be different. I don't know if there is any difference in taste."
He is hungry. But when we were picking sheep outside just now, everyone was helping, so the three of them went to the "haunted house" for a big adventure.
"Hey, let me tell you." He glanced at Gao Shiyu next to him, "Little blind man, you are obviously fishing, why don't you help?"
"You don't have to worry about me, a blind man, cutting the meat? Are you afraid of eating too much?"
"Stop talking nonsense, can't you see it from here?"
"Ah, I'm dizzy, I'm dazzled, I want to drink apple juice"
"Then you should go get it! Can you get some juice from the refrigerator? A skinny monkey like Xiao Han is already carrying charcoal. He won't die if he carries juice, right?"
"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go."
"Ha" Wen Yuan shook his head and continued cutting the meat.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small figure standing next to him, looking at his knife.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. It's a pleasure to meet you. Although it's not the first time I've met you, it's the first time I've met you in person."
"Sheet, I want sheep's fat." Apollonia pointed to the white pieces of sheep's fat over there, "Cut it for me."
"Oh, okay." He nodded, "Would you like to use a skewer to string it together for you?"
"Well, you are very smart. I will ask Shangluo to add chicken drumsticks for you."
"I'm not his subordinate!"
"It's almost the same. Chop the mutton fat a little bit, yes, this fineness should be fine. I want to eat it oily and sizzling. Do you understand? I want it oily and sizzling."
"Yes, yes, my eldest master, I will cut the hob pieces for you. They will be oily and sizzling when roasted."
"Speaking of which." Shangluo looked at Apollonia from a distance, "Your little aunt seems to be quite familiar with her. I thought she was afraid of society?"
"She is indeed afraid of society. But this is not the first time she has met these people here, so she is familiar with them unilaterally. Well, she doesn't seem to notice any difference. But yours My friends are all good people, and I got to know her immediately.”
"How on earth did she survive until now?"
Phaethon looked at him: "Apolonia, before she saw you, she basically had not lived. She only existed in the memories of a few people, and everyone she met was arranged in advance. of."
"Including Victoria?"
"Yeah." Phaethon nodded, "Actually, she doesn't know Victoria very well. So, Victoria just sent the cake, maybe because of your business. But Victoria trusts you very much, and she has such an important matter. She actually skipped all the procedures and discussed it directly with you. Maybe she is similar to Apollonia."
"What should I say? Doesn't she have hands and feet?"
"But all the people Victoria met were arranged in advance, and she could obviously detect it. The only person who broke into her life suddenly was you. And you do have the ability to reach out to her. Give a helping hand - she is the Emperor of Rome, the Emperor of the Moon, and the master of the other half of the earth. There are only one hand in the world who can help her. "
"Well, after all, I am also the commander-in-chief of Heaven. We are on the same level."
"Hey~~" Phaethon smiled, "You guys, how dare you say that you are on the same level as the Roman Empire?"
"Then the administrative level is the same."
"That's true." She leaned against the railing of the submarine and looked at the lake quietly. The smell of barbecue is still wafting over.
"Let me inform you of the information." Shangluo held on to the railing with one hand and leaned forward, "Just now, I talked with my senior brother for a while. He said that the Great Western Railway runs from Yujing Central Station to Constantinople Terminal. The plan has been cancelled. The budget of the original plan has been moved to the higher-standard Beijing-Beijing high-speed railway project."
"Ah, it's right to think about it. Now go over there and let the ghost sit there. Thank you for informing me. I know my country is hopeless."
"You're welcome."
"Alas" she sighed, "Where should I go from now on? My country is about to dive into the water, but I don't seem to be dying so soon."
"Why don't you stay with us for a while? Anyway, I don't need a pair of chopsticks from you."
"Can I really become a disciple of your senior brother?"
Zhu Xianfen was called over by Shangluo holding a plate, with half of the barbecue on the left and cake on the right. The cake was stained with cumin and the roast was stained with cream, and he ate it happily.
"Yeah, yeah. You can actually agree? I thought you wouldn't agree."
"He has no place to go." Shangluo replied, "So she wants to stay with us for a while."
Zhu Xianfen first placed the plate on the railing and thought to himself:
"When I say I want you to become an apprentice, I don't just mean that you come to me as an apprentice. Are you interested in taking my graduate degree?"
(End of chapter)
