Doomsday Pavilion

The granular ashes from the burning of the chaff hulls in the Xue Zhen furnace are no longer hot for a long time.

"Clay pots, earthenware pots, and earthenware pots. These utensils conduct heat well and have a uniform temperature. The stewed meat is consistent up and down, and has a certain thermal insulation performance."

Xue Zhen brought a porcelain bowl the size of which was surrounded by one person.

"This is probably the biggest bowl of old Xue I have ever cooked."

He took out the beef piece by piece and placed it, scooped out the scallops and other small pieces of ingredients, and finally poured out the soup.

I saw that the soup in the stew pot was slightly reddish and shiny when it came out. Although it was slightly thick and thick, it was still very clear, and there were no tiny Impurities in it.

Finally, put the beef in a white porcelain bowl and pour the soup.

After serving dozens of bowls, the beef in that huge bowl was worthy of eliminating a sharp point. Xue Zhen had to signal the waiter.

"Is there anyone out there? Give them this big bowl. Remember to have more chopsticks."

"Yes..."

The waiter showed a pitiful expression, and didn't dare to say anything.

Almost everyone in the lobby got a bowl of meat and smiled with joy.

The white porcelain bowl was presented to the seven judges, and Wan Junru smiled at Xue Zhen and carefully observed the beef in the bowl.

The big square beef has the skin upwards, the skin is ruddy, the meat is tender pink, the texture is clear, and it is matched with the extremely clear soup, which is as moving as amber.

Xue Zhendao,

"Let me laugh, I don't have time to make careful preparations, and I won't be able to put the plate or anything, it can only be so."

Wan Junru flicked his chopsticks lightly, the beef quivered slightly, and the finely-fitted fleshy skin on the top opened a thin crack, which showed a complete pattern of repetition.

The crack is directly at the bottom of the bowl, and the soup immediately fills the gap between the meat, like deep honey-colored canyons.

"Master Xue, I saw you put a variety of ingredients, including tomatoes. As we all know, the soup stewed with tomatoes often has a fine grain texture. How do you make the soup so clear?"

She asked.

Xue Zhen said with a smile,

"In fact, it's just a little hat trick. When I let someone cook the stew pot, I added strong magnetic powder to it. Those tiny Impurities are already adsorbed on the stew pot."

Xue Zhen lifted the mouth of the pot for everyone to watch. Facing the light, he saw a thick layer of dark red flocculent Impurities attached to the inner wall of the stew pot, like some kind of weird hole.

"Haha, although the inside of this stew pot really doesn't look pretty, it's tolerable for the sake of the color of the dishes, right."

Wan Junru raised his thumb,

"admire."

Lightly picked between the chopsticks, a piece of beef peeled off in response, the bright red skin trembling, and the tender meat slices were almost transparent.

Dip it in the soup and serve it in your mouth.

The beef instantly separates into a hint of full muscle fiber in the mouth, and the light temperature is overflowing with the aroma of the wine, making the mellow soup more fresh and active, and there is an inexplicable feeling of affection.

After a long while, Wan Junru opened his sparkling eyes and exhaled slowly.

"It's so impeccably delicious."

"Thank you girl for showing love."

The others also nodded one after another, full of praise.

Shen Daru, a semi-professional gourmet, said,

"I really can't be faulty. It's a perfect beef dish. It's a worthwhile trip. Now, the old man is looking forward to Master Lin's original fish and sheep."

Lin Chou performed his stunt once again, and this guy took the pot directly.

With a bang on the table,

"This dish has long existed in history. I dare not say that it is original. I can only say that it is homemade. Well, homemade Yutun lamb... Yutun lamb, fish bite lamb, fresh stewed fresh and so on. A dish."

This kid, isn't the size of the guy who even serves dishes is better than the previous one, right?

Xue Guangyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and he dared not speak, he just nodded.

He still remembered that Lieutenant General Ye Ming was stunned by the guy named Huang Dashan because of a similar situation. He heard that after returning to Ye’s house, he ate General Ye’s whip and dipped it in cold water. He was almost beaten. Can't get up.

"Whee."

Wan Junru teased and said,

"Mr. Lin, why did you bring the pot up too."

Lin Chou blinked and said solemnly,

"Isn't this because my family was used to being poor when I was young? The secret recipe passed down from the ancestors of Lao Lin's family is especially fragrant to eat in a pot."

Everyone stared.

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Ahem, in fact, this dish was originally a stove dish, well, it's the kind of rush to eat a large pot on a stove and a table of people eating only one dish, you know, you just have to be right. .... I didn't find a suitable stove and shelf."

"..."

You are ruthless!

Everyone can fully understand that this mandarin fish is as long as an adult, and the whole one is out of the pot. It is excusable to find a suitable container for a while (more likely to be too lazy to find). .

In short, if you don't care about the details, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this dish.

Ordinary people stew fish, turn the skin over the meat and roll the fish, which is not beautiful, but frying with oil can not only ensure the shape of the fish but also make the soup thick and white. It is the best way to stew or cook the soup.

Lin Chou’s giant pot of homemade fish swallowing sheep is still gurgling bubbles due to the high temperature of the pot, and because the soup is very thick, everyone can feel that. Heavy and difficult.

No more judges, no judges, everyone quickly gathered around,

"Hey, I haven't seen such a big whole fish served directly on the table. It feels satisfying to see it."

"This...Where should I start?"

"You think about it first, buddy eat it first!"

"Stop the evil animal, dirty."

Everyone put down their chopsticks, and the fish belly was picked apart in the fight, and the bellyfuls of mutton were scattered and separated, and the soup was rolled off.

The white steam rises from the belly of the fish, and a strong fragrance that is so special that no one can ignore it fills the hall.

"Hi, it smells good!"

"This smell... my goodness..."

"Too fragrant, incredible fragrance, the ancients sincerely don't deceive me, the word ‘fresh’ really can withstand scrutiny."

In fact, Shen Daru only loves a bite of fish belly.

Mandarin fish is the best choice because of its full flesh and crystal clear fat.

The fish belly is almost translucent after being stewed, and it can be seen from the cracks that it is shiny and shiny without the thick soup.

When the fish is delivered to the mouth, the strong fragrance of mandarin fish that belongs to the protein fills the mouth in an instant, making people linger and forget everything in the world.

There were so many diners, Shen Daru was very clever to give up the idea of ​​commenting.

A bite of fish, a bite of mutton, and a bite of "Huh", it’s fun.

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