Doomsday Pavilion

Su Yourong smiled crookedly.

This little girl, who has never felt the love of her father, was thinking about it in her heart, startled in a daze.

Dumb, cute.

As a result, the group of women behind them seemed to have seen incredible events.

"Yo Yo Yo, Teacher Xiao Su!"

"We can see and hear~"

"Such a strong and gentle boss, what kind of master is he called~"

Xiao Yourong was immersed in own's mind and didn't react for a while, murmured,

"This is the feeling of "Dad"... I almost called out "Dad"..."

The eyes of the eldest and little wives suddenly stared like light bulbs.

"Wow, I didn't expect Boss Lin to have such a special hobby!"

"Envy~"

"Dirty..."

"What's this? Our family often exports people while... Hey~ I'm so ashamed~"

A certain father Lin heard the sound of these women getting in the car in the kitchen, and looked at the kitchen knife in his hand without saying a word.

Is it pretty!

Are you ashamed?

Do you have any misunderstandings about the word "shy"!

I really want to weld the car doors to them, and use physics to tell them what is like a mountain of father's love—the ground is cracked!

Besides, you guys are completely wrong.

"You are here, don't walk around, I'll buy some oranges."

It's warm, isn't it? I'm moved, isn't it?

Generally we call this situation "other people’s child" or "other people’s father"~

Based on Boss Lin’s cognition of Boss Lin, combined with ancient China and Mingguang’s market quotations, I interpret the above sixteen words plus three punctuations, and deeply realize that only the four words "Don't Walk" have the most clear meaning, which is the key point to be tested. Kind of.

What if you move around?

My father will probably pull out the orange tree that was just cut back next to the train station and covered with oranges. The backhand is a bear kid who runs around casually and squeezes juice with the oranges.

Sikong, who pushed the door into the dining room, saw Lin Chou in the kitchen staring at the kitchen knife and was taken aback.

He curiously said,

"When I'm cooking a dish, I have to look at the blade of a kitchen knife and admire my extremely handsome face?"

"Cough!" Lin Chou put down his kitchen knife and dragged a piece of wet tarp covered with something from the back of the island. "Then what, Huang Dashan grabbed it from the sea... the fish he brought back is quite a rare alien species that can grow to It’s the first time I’ve seen such a big big head treasure—in short, you’re good fortune."

Lin Chou was still a little touched, and Huang Dashan hadn't forgotten to bring him some souvenirs after a serious accident happened.

"Big head treasure?" Sikong repeated, "You mean Meitongyu~"

"Okay, you," Lin Chou didn't expect Sikong to know this kind of fish, "Master Sikong, who is knowledgeable and talented."

Sikong scratched his head,

"I heard that this fish was up to 200 millimeters long before the cataclysm. Your fish... is afraid it must be two meters long, right?"

Lin Chou said while unpacking the tarpaulin.

"Who knows, I was busy before, so I didn't care too much about it and just let it go."

As soon as the tom cloth was opened, the smell of the sea became more intense. The big head treasure lying in the tom brie was at least 1.9 meters long, which was taller than Lin Chou.

From the lips of the fish to the back of the gills to the ventral side, until the tip of the narrow tail shows an aristocratic golden color, only the large and round head and the vicinity of the dorsal fin are dark brown with a bit of dark green.

The scales covered by the fish's body are shining against the kitchen lights, which is full of magnificence.

Sikong opened his mouth.

"I knock, this fish is so beautiful? It can be called the "Ninth Five-Year Lord" in the fish!"

Lin Sorrow said quietly,

"Or, take a closer look..."

Sikong felt the weirdness in Lin Chou's tone and took a closer look.

"..."

"God opens a door for you and closes a window at the same time. This is especially practical for fish."The covered scales of this Meitong fish are covered with epic flash effects, but its appearance...

How should I put it to say, the round-gulong-dong brain shape gives people a kind of "sincere" overdone, with a big mouth and small eyes, a mouth that almost reaches the eye sockets.

Yes, you're not mistaken.

The ghost knows what this thing thinks, and actually alienated a weird, upturned fish mouth, just like a funny uppercase.

What is it for?

Funny D method is good?

Laughing to death, natural enemies inherit its stomach full of greasy water?

The fish’s mouth is covered with long, fluffy yellowish-brown small teeth and intermittently appearing longer and thicker black tentacles-the scientific name of this component is "tooth band", which can no longer be used as "buck teeth" in human aesthetics. Described, it's just that the gums are all reversed.

At first glance, it was not only sloppy, but also a little strangely disgusting.

The eyes of this big fish, nearly two meters long, were not as big as Sikong's fingers.

The pupils on the grey and turbid eyes were as large as the tip of a needle, and they seemed to be rolling their eyes all the time.

The above is not complete, the lips that looked very thick and sexy from a distance are actually slanted to one side.

Sikong was speechless,

"When this product was reborn, it must have touched the ground first and didn't run away."

Lin Chou took a leap and looked at it over and over again, then his hands were covered with small scales.

The scales of the Meitong fish are very easy to fall off, which is normal, but the scales of the guy who has become so big after the alienation are still so small, and it feels a little strange.

"Well, first order, it's pretty good."

"I have never seen it before, but I heard that before the cataclysm, this fish was very tender, with soft bones and slippery flesh. I don't know if it can retain this attribute when it grows so big."

Sikong muttered,

"Who cares... as long as it's not a piece of horse meat noodle soup, it's ok, okay, no problem at all~"

Lin Chou:─────✧

Sikong looked up at the room beam and studied the menu carefully.

"Cough cough, how are you going to make this big guy, stewed? Braised? Boiled meatballs? Chopped pepper fish head — er, chopped pepper fish head. I can't eat it. I always feel that there are a few feet wearing nail shoes. That fish has stepped on its head a hundred times."

Lin Chou bought a pass,

"Uh... do something you haven't seen before."

After speaking, throw a huge fish pia on the chopping board.

"Duh", the head and body are separated directly, simple and crude.

A cold iron knife cuts in from the tail, and the whole side of the fish is pushed forward and it splits, and the exposed fish bones have no skewed knife marks.

Sikong envied,

"I always think your knife... good knife, good knife..."

Lin Chou: "???"

Are you envious of the wrong person? The sword is like a dragon, and the handsome Saber Technique is the point. Hey!

After removing two pieces of fish, Lin Chou found a pair of tweezers to pull out the remaining fish bones and continued to divide.

"The hardness of this thorn is really not good, it's a bit like cartilage."

Sikong asked,

"That's not right, sliced ​​whole? Such tender fish...can't stand this simple and crude method..."

Sikong is right, the more tender the meat, the easier it is to lose water and dry out and become firewood--especially if the fish is cut into odd-shaped slices.

Lin Chou cut off a part of a whole piece of fish, and then directly cut the fish skin with the thick fish flesh under the skin, leaving only the fish under the piece and putting away the rest.

"Simple and rude?" Lin Chou smiled, noncommittal.

The meat of Meitong fish is very beautiful. In the slightly dark kitchen, it circulates with a faint haziness like fluorite, and it is white like silver. It is "fresh and tender" that can be observed with the naked eye.

Lin Chou did not hesitate to cut the skin-on fish into tiny finger-sized meat strips and put them on the pot over the fire.

Seeing smoke coming out of the pot, he skinned it for a while.

"Waiting at you!"

Tons tons~

Half a pot of oil.

Sikong's eyes widened.

"Fried in oil?"

"Everything can be tempura?"

"Do you call this an exquisite method?"

"Do you have any strange misunderstandings!"

Four-sentence pattern-How Sikong sees the fresh and tender fish has an urge to silently say "sorrow".

Lin Chou quickly reduced the flame under the stove to the point where the flames were almost invisible.

"It's not frying. To be precise, it was one of the 21 cooking techniques of Cantonese cuisine before the cataclysm, called'you soo'."

"Of course, in other cuisines, one of the boiling methods of'oil dip,''soaked oil,''soaked oil,' and'oil boiled' is also said to be it."

"It is common in the circle, but not visible outside the circle."

"You soo pays attention to a hot pot, which is what we call a hot pot and cold oil."

Lin Chou raised the pot a little higher, and while shaking the pot body, he gently stirred the oil with a spoon.

"The oil bubble has more precise requirements for the oil temperature, and it should be controlled between 80 and 90 degrees Celsius."

"Of course, the most suitable temperature is actually 86~89 degrees."

Sikong dullly said,

"86 to 89...degrees...Is this really a simple ‘control’ that can be taken in one stroke? It’s funny..."

Lin Chou kept adjusting the oil in the pot and said,

"Practice makes perfect."

The curiosity of Master Sagong is ready, and now he is only a cat.

"Why use oil foam? The requirements are so precise, it's too difficult to be human...it's terrible..."

"It's said that the cook who came up with this cooking technique and invented this kind of dish is actually just for anti-humanity, right?!"

Lin Chou shook his head.

"To some extent, for some fresh and tender ingredients,'oil' is better than'water' to ensure that the moisture in the ingredients will not be lost. The oil bubbles are doing their best to let the ingredients'hold their breath' and retain the ingredients of the ingredients. Taste and tender."

With that, Lin Chou sprinkled some salt on the fish strips, dripped wine, and even put it in the pot.

Sikong felt quite new, and it was the first time he saw this practice.

When the fish was put in the pot, the oil pan made waves slightly, there was no sound of "crack" and no tumbling bubbles. It was especially quiet, like solidified amber.

But in fact, there is no "solidification", and the fish in the oil pan changes slowly.

Lin Chou used a colander to gently push the fish meat so that it was in full contact with the oil.

Just roll up the edge of the fish skin slightly, pull the fish from all sides and curl it inward with the skin as the center. The fish is quickly taken out, and the colander containing the fish is placed on the container.

Holding the pan, one, two, three times, a total of three times.

At this time, the flesh of Meitongyu has changed from translucent white to snow white, and there is still a hint of pink mixed in it.

Sikong swallowed his saliva.

"See, the hell of this color... this feeling... just looks so tender... can you eat it??"

Lin Chou smiled.

"No, it's seven and a half to eight mature now, and I have to stir it up a bit."

Lin Chou first mixed a thin soup with starch and put it aside.

A few pieces of green onions, a little sliced ​​carrots, stir-fry for a while with clear oil.

Then the fish and the juice are poured into the pot at the same time.

He quickly threw the bowl in his hand aside, holding the pot in his left hand and patted his left wrist with the right hand.

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

"Papa~"

With each beating, the fish at the bottom of the pot just happens to form a tiny and rounded whole tumbling in the pot.

"Spoons and shovel are no good, the meat of plum tongs is too tender, and it will break at the touch of a touch."

Roll the fish meat for three times, then take it out of the pan and serve it on the plate.

Sikong had nothing to say. He fixedly looked at the fish on the plate in front of him, and even forgot to pick up the chopsticks Lin Chou handed over.

Lin Chou snapped his fingers in front of Sikong's nose.

"Eat, this dish is counted by the second."

"The oil bubble is seven-and-a-half to eighty mature."

"Stir-fry 90% to 90% half-cooked."

"Put it in front of you...""Dangdangdang~"

"Exactly!"

"Is it exquisite enough?"

This time, the regained Sikong didn't need Lin Chou to urge him.

"Ha, all over the world, you can't live up to the beautiful food and beauty! emmmmm..."

Lin Chou listened a bit, and the hand-to-hand battle between Hong Dashan and Old Man Gao continued outside.

"Oh, it seems that they have no time to eat this dish."

Certain Lin sat down without sincerity.

"Let this chef taste..."

At this moment, a soft and cute Su Yourong emerged from the kitchen, staring at Lin Chou with big eyes faintly.

"???"

Uh... this is so embarrassing!

Lin Chou pretended to pat his forehead.

"Hi, I just said that I forgot something important!"

Su Yourong’s resentment came to her face,

"Master...emmmmmmm..."

As the most violent first-order awakener of Mingguang, Lin Chou was not given for nothing. His shot was fixed in the soft and cute apprentice's mouth like an electric chopsticks and fish flesh, and the chopsticks and teeth made a slight "click" sound.

Then Su Yourong automatically "clicked" and turned into "emmmmm" chewing.

Su Yourong's eyes were originally staring and fierce, but as soon as the fish entered the mouth, it immediately turned into a happy crescent moon shape.

Sikong fixedly looked at Su Yourong for a long time, and spoke earnestly.

"Your apprentice is not talented."

Lin Chou had a resentful + surprised face.

(After the bird, disciple, you can lose your head.)

Yourong's cooking proficiency is indeed only slag "2", isn't it right, how did this kid see it?

Sikong crooked his mouth,

"The first reaction when something was poked in the mouth was actually chewing!"

Lin Chou: "???"

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

frenzied!

Yourong is still a child!

This baby... this handsome fucking mother is still a kid!

Sikong suddenly realized something, his face turned green.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

(I didn't speak.)

(You didn't hear it!)

(All hallucinations!)

(Ahhhhh...)

(I am not Sikong.)

(Yes, it's Jiangzi, I'm actually Huang Dashan!)

Looking at the unusually serious face, it seems that Master Sikong can't taste the wonderful feeling of this plate of exquisite dishes.

——It's not so beautiful, it tastes like chewing wax!

Fortunately, when Huang Dashan came to Huang Dashan in the never-ending rumbling outside, it stopped Lin Chou's cannibalistic gaze in good time.

"Lin, don't think I can't see you if you hide in, your chimney is smoking, and what the fuck are you doing secretly?"

His voice didn't matter, first the dining room door "kang" was pushed aside.

Countless pairs of eyes were locked inside the small hall, and their brows were flirting, and Lin Chou's scalp was numb with the resentment of the sight.

Then there was a loud bang at the back door of the kitchen, and the whole small hall shook three times.

Lin Chou silently put down his chopsticks,

"Ε=(´ο｀*))) alas..."

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