Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Beggar Chicken and Snake Soup
Just when everyone was unloading equipment from the car and preparing for the big tent, the Maasai warrior disappeared again. When the tent was set up, he suddenly emerged from the grass. But he really didn't do it just to be lazy.
Instead, he went to catch lunch for Hong Tao. On his javelin were three colorful birds. According to Holland, they were pheasants here, but Hong Tao didn't look like them. They were too beautiful to look at.
The pheasants that passed by were so beautiful that they almost caught up with the macaws.
When it comes to eating, all the people in the world combined can't keep up with one finger of the Chinese. According to the hunting guide, those pheasants were stripped of their feathers and roasted on the fire. At most, they would be smeared with some sauce.
It was perfect, but Boss Liu and Boss Fat severely stopped this kind of dirty cooking.
The two bosses took it upon themselves to pick up the three pheasants and wrap them in tin foil. Then they began to dig holes on the ground. They mixed the dug loess with salt and water to make a thin mud, and started to add them one by one.
The pheasant is mushy.
"Dumplings, what are they doing? Are they going to hold some kind of sacrificial ceremony?" Pan didn't quite understand the actions of the two bosses. Why would a good pheasant be covered with mud?
"Why are you calling me Dumpling! Didn't I tell you, my name is Hong Tao!" No one calls Hong Tao by his name anymore. Several foreigners call him Dumpling. If it's more formal, he'll be called Chinese Dumpling!
"The name is very nice. I'm asking about the pheasant, not the name." Pan always spoke with an aura of someone else's.
"That's a Chinese delicacy, you will definitely like it. In addition, dumplings are also a Chinese delicacy, have you tried them?" Hong Tao didn't intend to protest to Pan Ti anymore. It was useless to mention it.
"I have eaten Chinese food, and there are Chinese restaurants in Hamburg. My favorite is tomato scrambled eggs." Pan said a Chinese dish she knew.
"That thing is made by primary school students in China. It is equivalent to your sandwich. It cannot be said that it is not a dish, but it does not represent Chinese food. Just wait, you will be able to eat authentic Chinese food in a while." Hong Tao looked at the two men.
The boss buried the two mud balls filled with loess into the soil. Then he raised the bonfire on top and set up the pot rack.
In addition to the beggar's chicken, lunch was cooked by a black staff member. There was only one dish. The name of the dish was unknown to Hong Tao. The raw materials included peas, potatoes, diced bacon and several spices, which were then cooked in a pot.
In the end, it turned into a mushy stuff. It was yellow with red in it and was extremely disgusting!
There are not many dishes, but there are a lot of condiments. There are five or six kinds of sauces spread on the bread, and with pickles, bacon, etc., this is basically a good outdoor lunch.
But when the fat boss shoveled the campfire, dug out the two mud balls from the hot loess, and used an engineer shovel to smash the mud layer that had been baked into a clay-like appearance, the three hunting guides headed by Holland Urinary
They all threw away the sandwiches in their hands and gathered around the fat boss with their lunch boxes, waiting for him to put the disassembled pheasant meat into the lunch box. These few people had seen the cooking skills of the Chinese guests, so they
When the two bosses set out to collect the pheasants, they did not show any doubts.
"How about I try it too?" Pan bit into a small piece of bread dipped in the yellow and red broth, looking at the white and tender chicken in other people's bowls. He couldn't help it.
"Eat mine, put some of this sauce on it to make it more delicious, or if you like sweet food, just..." Before Hong Tao finished speaking, a piece of chicken disappeared from his lunch box.
After a few seconds, a small chicken bone spit out from Pan's mouth.
"It's so sexy to spit out bones, but you don't have to pay so much to eat chicken!" Hong Tao didn't recommend any sauces anymore, and simply handed his lunch box to Pan. A piece of broken chicken can betray his appearance, this bitch
I haven’t seen anything!
Hong Tao was really tempted by Pan. He had something more delicious cooking in the pot. The black tree cobra that planned to attack him just now was quite big, more than 2 meters long. It was said that this figure was just
Juveniles of this snake can grow up to 4 meters long when they reach adulthood.
It’s good for teenagers! It tastes more tender when eaten! Although Hong Tao is not from Cantonese, he is still familiar with eating snakes. In his previous life, he went to the reservoir to fish and often encountered snakes basking in the sun. Every time he saw this thing, he
They would chase them all over the ground with shovels and beat them to death, and then hand them over to a fishing friend who was a chef, which was considered an added bonus.
After watching it more times, Hong Tao has learned that he is not afraid if there is no wok, and it is okay if there is no Chinese seasoning. Snake meat is only eaten fresh and tender. The more venomous the snake, the more delicate the meat. As for snake venom, there is no need to be afraid, those toxins are all
It is stored in the venom sac behind the snake's head. It is okay even if it is still in other parts of the body. Neurotoxins are afraid of high temperatures. As long as they are boiled for a while, there is no need to worry about any toxins. The only thing you need to pay attention to is not to break the snake gallbladder. Then
Once the thing is broken, everything will be miserable.
Almost everyone in the world is not afraid of pheasants, but there are probably not many people in the world who are willing to eat snakes, especially Europeans and Americans. Hong Tao has never seen snakes on the menu of a Western restaurant.
, whether it’s French cuisine or Italian cuisine.
In response to Hong Tao's actions, the three hunting guides and Pan all watched with frowns. No matter how tempted Hong Tao was, these people didn't even eat them, not even touching them with a finger. In the end, the pot of stewed venomous snakes was completely eaten by Hong Tao and the two.
The boss ate all the food, not even the soup was wasted.
"You're so disgusting, dumplings, you actually eat snakes. I'm afraid not everyone can eat this in China, right?" Pan had already eaten all the chicken in Hong Tao's lunch box, and there were still oil stains on his lips. But she didn't do anything.
If you don't miss Hong Tao's good deeds, you'll start to run against Hong Tao after eating the meat.
"This is a precious dish in China. It can only be made by chefs in high-end hotels. It's not that Chinese people don't want to eat it, but there are not so many snakes to eat in China. There are special places for raising snakes in China, and they are fed by artificial breeding.
Demand, but the taste cannot be compared with wild snakes." Hong Tao is not afraid of these foreigners saying that he is barbaric. In terms of food, they belong to a backward country at most.
"Really?" Pan didn't believe it.
"It's not weird to eat a snake. If you have time to go to China, I'll treat you to weirder foods. Do you know about maggots?" Hong Tao asked with a smirk.
"Maggots?" Pan picked up his lunch box and planned to finish the broth in the box. Although Europeans and Americans eat very crudely, they have a good habit of eating as much food as possible in their bowls and plates.
, if leftover food is the greatest insult to the chef, it will also be looked down upon by others.
"Yes, they are those little white and fleshy bugs. There is a special dish in China made from them. It tastes crispy on the outside but soft and a little sweet on the inside, just like...
..."
"Ugh... ugh..." Before Hong Tao could finish describing the taste of this dish, there was something extra in Pan's lunch box. It seemed that her wish to finish her share of the soup was not fulfilled. Not only
I can't drink the soup anymore, and I also vomited out a lot of the chicken I just ate.
"You bad guy! If you say maggots, you mean maggots. What do you think I'm doing!" The fat boss opposite stopped working. Just now, when Hong Tao said that maggots are white and fat, he specifically raised his head to look at him. At that time, Hong Tao said
It was in English, and he didn't understand it, but he could see something was wrong from the evil smile on Hong Tao's face. Now that Pan was spitting it out, Wei Han next to him should have translated it a little for him.
"Dumpling! You are the most ungentlemanly man I have ever seen! I hate you! I curse you!" Pan was made to vomit in public by Hong Tao. No matter how calm she was, she couldn't save her face, but she couldn't scold you too fancy.
With his vocabulary, he could only use various curses over and over again to retaliate against Hong Tao, who had already run a few steps away.
While talking and laughing, a rather hearty lunch was finished. People who had been busy for a long time found a shady area and spread out their blankets to rest for a while, replenishing their energy and preparing to continue running in the afternoon. Not long after, the fat boss's snoring sounded.
It stood up, and with the ups and downs of the big white belly, it looked like a big toad.
