Doomsday Pavilion

A drunken word, the truth is true.

Even if the soup is swept back and forth six times, it cannot reach the standard required by Mr. Huang Lao. It must be "drunk" with the minced chicken in the soup.

When you get drunk, you can fall down, so it is also called "fallen soup."

In fact, after sweeping the soup six times, the Impurities in the broth are almost completely removed. Even if there is, it is not observable by the naked eye.

The word "drunk" or "fallen" means the accumulation of the flavor of the broth itself.

The minced chicken is then simmered to soften the color, aroma and taste combination of the broth, adding a mellow and aftertaste to the broth.

After the drunk soup is finished, a pot of stock soup is bright orange-yellow and as clear as tea.

There is no trace of grease on the surface of the soup, and the bottom of the pot can be seen at a glance even in a deep soup pot.

Boiling water cabbage is inseparable from the only visible ingredient.

"Dishes should not be higher than three and a half inches, and northern cabbage with thick leaves and green flesh is the first choice."

——This is the selection criteria for cabbage, simple but not simple.

The northern cabbage is the sweetest and tenderest, and among all kinds of cabbage, there is a little-known early spring cabbage.

From budding to growth, it only pulls out the leaves but does not disperse the leaves. It just grows straight up and can grow to a height of half a person.

Its slender stems and leaves resemble beautiful people, and are the best for making boiled cabbage.

The cabbage that is simply planted in Lin Chou Houshan can obviously reach this standard under the care of System Black Technology.

Wash the cabbage and open it, and remove the large leafy cabbage sticks, leaving only the three-leaf tender heart.

The tender heart, which has not seen the light all year round, presents a faint pinkish yellow, with a fragrance like morning dew.

Use a long silver needle that is thinner than a hair to pierce the white thin thread-like veins at the bottom of the leaf to destroy its "tenons" so as to achieve the softest taste and at the same time facilitate the soup to penetrate into every part of the leaf.

There are not many veins in the tender leaves, but there are still 20 or 30 veins, and each of them must be pierced.

Lin Chou did it cautiously. Once the silver needle pierced through the veins and pierced into the flesh of the vegetable leaf, it would leave small scars. Although insignificant, it can no longer be called a perfect cabbage.

After finishing this, Lin Chou let out a sigh of relief.

The boiled upper soup is divided into two pots, and the heat is turned on at the same time to keep it from boiling, which is usually the so-called "chrysanthemum heart" state.

Use a colander to fill the cabbage, immerse it in a pot of soup and immediately remove it, and then use a spoon to pour the soup slowly from the top of the cabbage.

The tender heart of the cabbage will gradually spread out into petals when heated, and continue to pour it several times until the cabbage is soft and tender, with fresh yellow-green in the translucency.

Take a few white porcelain bowls and place the hot cabbage on the bottom of the bowl.

A sprouts of Coprinus sp., torn into hair-like hyphae.

There are three in each bowl, so that one end is curled into the rim of the bowl and one end hangs into the bowl.

Finally, another pot of soup that has not been drenched with cabbage is poured into a bowl one by one, and the cabbage and mycelium are immersed a little bit.

Boiling cabbage, you're done.

"call."

Lin Chou pulled the white towel hanging next to him and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Boiled cabbage, good... Fuck!"

As soon as he looked up, at some point, countless heads were squeezed in the door of the kitchen, one of his eyes was bigger than one, and one of his jaws was longer than one.

"Why, what's the matter?"

Lin Chou asked three times, and everyone returned to their senses.

The eyes of the small round face were terrified,

"Handsome boss... what you do... is boiled cabbage??"

Lin Chou nodded contentedly and grinned.

"Yes, boiled cabbage, it's not very good, please bear with me."

"...This...yet...no...too...good???"

The tall and thin man had dull eyes and muttered to himself,

"Xiao Xiao, I think your 150,000 yuan is not wronged at all."

Little round face nodded blankly.

"Chef, it's really terrible... Ouch, help me, I can't move my neck... Hiss... It hurts..."

...

Three minutes later, the girls in the dining room sat in line, upright, three times more serious than the pupils in class.

There is a delicate white porcelain soup bowl in front of no one, the bowl is as thin as paper.

Little round face swallowed her saliva,

"Really, do you really want to eat it?"

The thin and tall man with a tangled face, bit his lip and said,

"Eat, of course you have to eat. Wouldn't it be a failure of the handsome boss to not eat."

Little round face’s tears are about to flow out,

"I'm so reluctant..."

At this time,

"Gudong Gudong."

Xia Dasha put the bowl in front of Lin Chou,

"Delicious, Brother Chou, have another bowl!"

Lin Chou couldn't, so he moved the pot of "waste soup" that had been poured over cabbage.

Shan Ye has quick eyes and quick hands,

"Fucking little bastard, save you a bowl for Grandpa Dashan!"

Just as Wu Ke was about to squeeze in, a big foot lightly kicked him out of the door.

"..."

There was a trace of envy in the eyes of the girls who saw this scene. It was themselves who wanted to fight for the waste soup at the soup pot.

Jiang Nu gently moved a bowl of clear soup with a silver spoon, the color was as clear as tea, and her delicate face was reflected in it, as if it had an ink painting-like charm.

Whether a bowl of soup is good or bad, its color represents everything.

The good soup has a magical, bright but not glaring moist, full and warm.

——That is the warmth and comfort that can be clearly and incomparably perceived with vision.

The heart of the cabbage wandering in the soup followed the silver spoon to poke and walked alone, with coldness and arrogance in the silence.

Just like the pen in the hand of the literati, the sword is on the waist of the knight.

Lonely boat sings late, catches a river of wind and snow!

At this moment, the little round face hesitated and entangled finally made up his mind, took a spoonful of "boiling water" and sent it into the mouth.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, her nose kept moving, and tiny beads of sweat came out of her forehead.

"Woohoo..."

After spreading her teeth and claws for a long time, she gradually calmed down and slowly closed her eyes.

There are thousands of sails in Xiaoyuan’s heart, thousands of words converge into one sentence,

"Boss, can I add soup!!"

Lin Chou licked his lips and gritted his teeth.

"add!"

The customer is God, so don’t keep the soup that hasn’t used up yet!

I'll make boiled cabbage next time, so I don't want to start from scratch...

Lin Chou was desperate when he thought about it, for seven hours, seven hours without even resting for a second.

mad.

drop.

"The boss's little secret task is completed, reward: intelligence value +1, can plant some bamboo seedlings."

"Under the wise guidance of this system, the host performed impressively in this continuous mission. This system is very pleased, and hereby gives a special verbal reward:

Good job, keep on doing it. "

Lin Chou clenched his fists.

——He swears, if then one day, he will pour out this damn slumber system into a rice cake and hang it to air dry, let it feel the caress from the "lower primates"! !

In fact, there is a bit of pride in my heart, this is not about the praise of the damn system and the satisfaction of everyone.

The most common ingredients, the most extraordinary taste, isn't it the goal that a cook can eagerly aspire for?

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