Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

Jian Yan didn’t give this dish a name at all, it’s a new dish that she just figured out a few days ago, it doesn’t belong to any of the eight major cuisines, ask her the name of the dish...

After a moment of silence, she said in a hurry, "Qing Yu."

Yingchun nodded, with a strong expression of emotion on her face, she looked at Jian Yan and said, "The name is well chosen, and one must be clean and down-to-earth."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

To use a fish to teach you how to behave in a simple way, should you say that Yingchun is worthy of Yingchun?

All eyes were on Jianyan, wanting to see what expression she had now.

In the end, she found that her complexion was normal, and she even reminded Yingchun——

"Grandpa, eat quickly, the food won't taste good when it's cold."

"Yes, eat quickly, let's eat together!" After Yingchun responded, she immediately picked up another chopstick.

In the following time, everyone ate without raising their heads, even the dumplings. They sat on the mat with a shrimp ball in their left paw, and stuffed a piece of garlic pork ribs into their mouths with their right paw.

Lu Jinnian picked up a quail, originally intending to roast squabs, but Ms. Zhao's farm has no pigeons, it should be said that there are no pigeons in the entire empire's farms.

There were quails, but they were all birds anyway. In short, when Mr. Hei and his private banquet were cooked, quails were used instead of pigeons.

The quail is small in size, but its skin is golden and crispy, its shape is complete, and it is filled with stuffing.

Seeing Lu Jinnian opened his mouth to bite, Jian Yan hurriedly said, "Brother Lu, this is not how you eat it."

As she spoke, she took a piece of quail and put it on an empty plate, and then took a knife and fork to cut the quail open. Suddenly, the stuffing in the quail's belly gushed out, and along with the stuffing, it was a The stock is overbearing to the extreme thick and fresh.

The original fragrance of quail mixed with this sudden extra freshness, the olfactory stimulation is crazy, the saliva overflows uncontrollably, and the gluttons in the stomach start to rebel.

The rabbit father swallowed, looked at the fillings such as sea cucumber and abalone wings that flowed out from the quail's stomach along with the soup, and said in surprise, "Cub, is there something in it?"

Jian Yan said with a 'hmm', and said with a smile, "Everyone try it, I made it according to the human head, one for each person, if there are too many."

As soon as the words came out, everyone immediately took the chopsticks and divided the quail up.

Lu Jinnian ate a sea cucumber, put another piece of quail into his mouth, tasted it carefully, and sighed repeatedly, "Fresh and fragrant, I have never eaten such delicious food, compared with the freshness and mellowness of clear fish. Nothing less than that.

The meaty aroma of quail and the umami taste of sea cucumber not only do not collide, but also blend together, the taste is so fresh and unique. "

He was about to continue, Rong Ya quickly stuffed a piece of garlic pork ribs into his mouth, "Speak less and eat more."

As he spoke, he winked when he looked over, motioning him to look at the crowd.

Lu Jinnian took a look, and found that everyone was concentrating on eating with their heads down, and no one was paying attention to him.

It's not that I don't want to talk to him, but that I don't have time to talk.

There are too many delicious foods, and one mouth is a bit too busy, so I can only eat from the bowl and stare at the table.

At this time, Gu Nian'an used a public spoon to put a huge meatball into the bowl. The meatball was permeated by the soup, and the surface was glowing attractively.

He cut the ball with a knife and put half of it on the spoon, then fed it into his mouth.

The meat filling is firm and tender, the soup is full and mellow, the scallions are faintly visible, combined with the crispness of diced lotus root, and the crispness and sweetness of water chestnuts, the taste is mellow and ecstasy.