Doomsday Pavilion

The flavor of the ingredients imparted by smoke is very special. Humans have been obsessed with and tirelessly pursuing various "flavors" before written records. As for smoke...

emmmm, it is said that this kind of taste is most sought after when it appears on meat ingredients-think about it, in that era, who would eat meat and eat vegetables?

In addition to the smoked manticore tail, Lin Chou also used some devil pepper powder and red, green and green mountain vegetables, which were simply seasoned, and mixed with a small amount of sauce to mix the mountain vegetables, devil pepper and smoked manticore tail flakes. , It becomes a colorful meat and vegetable salad.

There is no need to go into the next sashimi, for Lin Chou...uh...in fact, it is not difficult for most people who have hands.

Whether it is a Master knife or a rookie-level knife, it is enough to slice the ingredients into the appropriate thickness. After all, under normal circumstances, most people taste the taste of the ingredients rather than the shape of the ingredients-this stuff is just a bite. It’s not your wife, it’s as if someone really cares about what shape it is.

Ahem...

In short, regarding sashimi, we won't be strict enough to find faults.

However, Lin Chou carefully used balsamic vinegar, horseradish, chopped green onions, chili, light soy sauce, and a very small amount of mustard to make a seasoned vinegar sauce, and very affectionately cut the tips of fresh lemon leaves into millimeters. The filament is added to it.

"Smell~"

Shan Ye took a deep breath, so hard he almost sucked all the sauce in the bowl into his nose.

"The aroma is tangy, and this lemon leaf is really a good thing. The taste reminds me of the cold pepper buds last time. There is absolutely nothing to say about the taste!"

Lin Chou said,

"Zanthoxylum bungeanum buds are only tender and fragrant when they sprout in spring, but the taste changes after midsummer. The difference is very obvious if you taste them carefully."

Huang Dashan obviously dismissed Lin Chou's words, because Lin had only made the pepper sprouts once after the spring, and he refused to do anything again.

"Hey, it's always you cooks who are hypocritical. Have you watched those of us who are eating and talking? Have you expressed your opinion?"

"You know your grandma is crutches~" Lin Chou scolded without hesitation.

This is not hypocritical at all, but a serious issue of professional ethics.

Not eating from time to time, and offering a kind of food to customers in completely inappropriate seasons, in Lin Chou's view, is no different from crime-even if the customers themselves are completely unaware, they can't tell the difference.

But deception is deception, and there is no room for explanation or excuses.

"Sure."

Finally, the abalone stewed tendon broth is mixed, and the three dishes are ready to be served even if they are completely formed.

Huang Dashan is not a person who is good at sharing. Fortunately, no one is present today. Only Lin Chou and Huang Dashan are at the dinner table.

"Hey, the burden is getting heavier..."

Obviously, the manticore tail will undoubtedly be moved to the monthly menu by the fucking system.

emmmm, put it on any evolutionary, hunting a manticore every month is not so easy that you can do it with your mouth.

Shan Ye scowled that ferocious face and spread out two big palms to cover the dishes on the sitting posture.

"Come on, Brother Lin, your Grandpa Dashan treats you!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Okay, in theory, it can indeed be regarded as Huang Dashan's treat this time.

Lin Chou opened his mouth, and rationally told him not to irritate Huang Dashan at this time, so he held back what he said.

"Um..."

That is quite uncomfortable.

Shan Ye happily resembles two hundred male ducks singing a symphony, and they are full of chopsticks and smoked manticore tails are put into their mouths.

"Uh, uh~"

This product looks rough, with a big face and a plate like a wild donkey running away and drawing a pattern. Usually adjectives can basically be directly prefixed with words such as "sordid, vicious" and so on. It is not too much to look at the current eyebrow winking. Yes, Lin Chou almost wanted to take out the living corpse rolling pin and directly charge him.

"So, what happened?"

Master Shan swallowed the contents of his mouth slowly, blushing with a thick neck, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes were multiplied.

"My f*ck forest, deliberately you, you didn't mix the devil pepper after you put it?"

Lin Chou:? ? ?

"It's nonsense, I didn't mix it at all, just sprinkle the red slice on top of the vegetable, can't you see it~"

Huang Dashan: (⊙﹏⊙)b

"I thought it was the color you smoked with bagasse."

"Heh," Lin Chou glanced at him, "Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit."

Shan Ye stretched his arms and stirred the dishes on the plate,

"Ha, brother, give me a taste of your inner fruit?"

Huang Dashan's face: Look, your Lord Shan is also a scholar, the kind who has the culture and knows the plot.

"Crack, click~"

Mouthful of wild and wild vegetables, the delicate proportions of various vegetables and vegetables let the aroma gradually release.

Huang Dashan has eaten a lot of wild mountain vegetables from the ancestral mountains and deserted mountains. When he was in a hurry, he even knew the taste of the trouser belt stewed with grass roots and bark, but he had never thought about it and tasted it like today. He even had the name. The unsatisfactory wild mixed vegetables tasted like this when chewed in the mouth.

The fresh ginger-flavored sauce is now full of gravy and a little oily color, and the slightly sharp spicy scent of wild vegetables lingers in the mouth as if a cloud of fresh cold air from the snow tops of the mountain, with The snow melts and the snow Lotus flower blooms as clear and icy.

After that, it was the main battlefield for the smoky taste of bagasse.

A little sweet, full-bodied smoky flavor, especially when you find that thin piece of manticore tail mixed with wild vegetables in your mouth, the effect is directly full.

"Uh, uh~"

Shan Ye's adjective may only have one word left today.

"It's great, it's spicy, just right, what should I say, the bitterness and spicyness of all kinds of wild vegetables is simply-it's that the meat of manticore's tail is really less, emmmm."

Shan Ye really wanted to describe it carefully and carefully. However, he wants to talk but he wants to talk, but he wants to...

It's not that he forgot what to say, but his brain capacity has never figured out what to say.

The taste level of this food is obviously beyond Shan Ye's vocabulary.

In fact, the smell of manticore tail is really extraordinary, perhaps as Lin Chou said, some of the toxins themselves are something surprisingly delicious.

Therefore, the superb delicacy of the manticore's tail, which has been soaked in venom since the manticore was born, directly defeated Shan Ye's thinking ability.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Let us forgive Lord Shan for the first time.

The Lord Shan is still consciously unscrupulous,

"Yeah, when you don't know what to say, there's nothing wrong with it. Look at it, it's a new measurement unit for the occasion."

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