Lin Chou didn't know how rich Huang Dashan's inner world was, but he just felt that his face looked a little weird.
emmmm, it looks a bit like the bunch of Burmese coriander in his hand.
Lao Burmese coriander is also called big coriander or spiny coriander. It has a refreshing aroma, less aggressive and more euphemistic. It is common in the barren mountains and ridges around Mingguang. Basically, it tastes good as long as it has not mutated to become toxic.
Of course, poisonous ones taste more delicious to evolvers with a spirit of exploration and death!
Lin Chou's ratio is one-third prickly coriander and two-thirds domestic coriander grown in the back mountains.
I have to say that the coriander rewarded by the system is of excellent quality. Maybe the variety is famous, such as: Huaze?
Two kinds of coriander, a few cloves of wild garlic, a few wild onions, a lemongrass and devil's spicy. After washing and posing, Lin Chou took out a huge stone mortar, threw the lemongrass into it and pounded it vigorously. When it was pounded into strands, he added the wild garlic in turn.
Wild Onions and Devil's Spicy.
This smell can be said to be quite irritating. Huang Dashan sneezed repeatedly.
"I'll go, it smells really good. Does this mean the Welfare Bureau of the Xiangcai Party?"
Lin Chou took out two or three burnt dry red peppers from the stove. He always believed that the aroma of slightly burnt peppers roasted with charcoal ash was one of the most fascinating flavors, and it was simply irresistible.
"Dong dong dong~"
Pound the chilies and add salt. While adding salt, throw in the two kinds of coriander, pound it hard a few times, and put it on a plate.
"Is this the end?"
While Lin was packing the food, Huang Dashan accidentally found a pair of chopsticks and took a mouthful of coriander into his stomach. He was immediately shocked.
"Damn...there should be two pots of hot rice here..."
Lin Chou kicked him over,
"Stay away!"
Then he handed the packed things to Bao Er,
"Next time, remember to collect the money first."
Bao Er rubbed the back of his head and assured,
"Isn't this my first takeout order? I'm not familiar with the business and the function of the wireless ordering machine is not perfect. I will get it done as soon as possible."
"good."
...
Research Institute.
Comrade Xiao Ai was struggling to hold a brand new cardboard box, his posture was like a salted fish that had just been fired by the boss.
After entering the conference room, Xiao Ai placed the thin and translucent exquisite white porcelain lunch boxes with labels on the table.
"A cold dish of arugula, Dean, this is yours."
"Yellow snake core, Mr. Hu is yours..."
"Tiger crab noodles, hot spring egg beef rice, beef medium rare, it's yours, little cat."
"liquor..."
"Thyme rainbow lobster 9 pounds..."
“4 pounds of steamed grouper...”
Take out the last two lunch boxes, one large and one small.
His hands were shaking, and the feeble trembling made Comrade Xiao Ai look more like a cicada in late autumn.
Xiao Ai almost choked with sobs,
"Burned pepper, coriander, and spicy...a big box of free rice...this is...mine..."
Unlike Xiao Ai's expression, the conference room was filled with a happy atmosphere.
The old dean smiled so hard that his eyesight was blinded. The layers of wrinkles on his old face could pinch eight old ladies to death at the same time.
"Hey, when did Yishanfang become so generous? This white porcelain is pretty good. The quality is comparable to the enamel jar I bought at a high price to 'serve the people'!"
"This wine is delicious!"
“The grouper also comes with grilled liver and sorrel side dishes, which is really wonderful~”
Life is full of surprises, and the old dean felt that the aroma of today's dishes was particularly extraordinary.
Bai Xiaomao also opened his round white porcelain lunch box:
The heat of the rice came out in a big piece, and the medium-rare tender red steak was a bit too tough for others, and it looked really scary.
However, this is Bai Xiaomao’s favorite degree of doneness. The diagonally sliced steaks are arranged neatly in a circle, and in the center is a hot spring egg with a quivering yolk and bright orange, lying just like that on the tender green squid.
on the leaves.
Viewed from above, you can't see the shadow of rice at all, but the nose is filled with the fragrance of rice.
Be it beef, perilla leaves or hot spring eggs, they are all dotted with slightly fried white sesame seeds, evenly, not too much or too little.
Placed next to the white porcelain box containing tiger crab noodles was a square seasoning box made of the same material. Bai Mao Mao took a quick look and knew that Xiao Ai had taken it out in the wrong order. It should have been steak.
The rice bowl is divided into four kinds of seasonings, which are prepared soy sauce for pouring into the rice bowl and eating, wasabi sauce for dipping the steak, garlic vinegar sauce and black pepper sauce.
Bai Xiaomao said in astonishment,
“Has Yishanfang’s box lunches suddenly changed to a more refined route? Is this a special offer for big customers?”
Bai MaoMao felt his conscience and felt that he could be regarded as a big patron of Yishanfang.
She has always been a picky person. Take her meat-cutting skills as an example. Bai Xiaomao has always felt that knife skills are the most intuitive test standard for a chef or a scientific researcher like her. She slices and slices in the laboratory.
There is no essential difference between the chef slicing in the kitchen.
She can tell with the naked eye the degree of damage to muscles or vegetable fibers caused by the angle of a chef's knife. But don't underestimate a certain subtle angle. As the saying goes, cutting cattle and sheep horizontally and cutting pigs vertically is rough but good.
Summary.
For a qualified foodie like her who has high standards and strict requirements, the importance of a chef's knife skills is comparable to the legendary knife that leads to poverty, wealth and the road to heaven.
Bai Xiaomao used his own bamboo chopsticks to pick up a piece of beef in front of his eyes and carefully observed the beef slices cut at an angle of 35° to the muscle stripes.
The beef chosen is not a common steak part. Based on her experience in researching various biological slices, this piece of meat should be taken from the hind leg, and the choice of position can be said to be quite sharp.
Because beef shank meat is tough, has thick blood vessels, and the muscle fibers are very tight, strictly speaking it is not suitable for steak and will be difficult to cook.
However, the direction of the muscle fibers of this piece of meat is more similar to a subtle unsealed O-shape. Bai Xiaomao narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is it the legendary 'slot'..."
Bai Xiaomao didn't know what professional chefs called this piece of meat. It was a professional "terminology" that she and her assistants came up with after dissecting and slicing several ordinary-looking pigs and cows.
This piece of meat comes from around the femoral head of the hind leg. A normal-sized Montenegrin wild boar can weigh about three to five taels, and a cow can weigh between eighty taels and one kilogram. It always protects the femur from one side in an unsealed round shape.
Bones, like a warm scarf, are taken care of and never leave, like a loyal licking dog, making people full of the desire to complain.
Perhaps due to the saying that things must be reversed at their extremes, the hind legs were originally a world full of muscle sticks. However, there is always such a lump of groove in the center of these muscle sticks. They do not exercise and are very weak and easy to bully.
The taste is even more tender and juicy.
Just the selection of materials made Bai Xiaomao feel a little bit amazing and a little bit unusual.
"And what surprises will it bring to this girl?"
Each slice of beef is just right 1.3 centimeters thick. This thickness is enough to ensure a full mouthful without making the teeth and cheeks feel too strenuous. The unsealed O-shape rotates at a subtle angle and is cut with incomparable precision.
Even when it fills a bowl, even the shape and bending angle of the meat itself have not changed at all.
"Such knife skills are a real pleasure. Even in the laboratory, it is difficult to find such precise techniques."
Bai Xiaomao had seen enough and was satisfied, then he put the meat into his mouth.
Gently squeezing the tip of the tongue, it is warm, moist, juicy, and lingering. The feeling of contact with the beef is like the deep kiss in a 17.8-year-old girl's fantasy, such as Bai Xiaomao's own fantasy.
Girls, girls always need to fantasize, and girls' feelings are always wet.
"Well..."
Bai Xiaomao narrowed her eyes happily,
“I like it so much...it tastes like olive oil instead of fishy butter...”
Bai Xiaomao felt that the cook who made this steak rice bowl must be the cutest little roundworm in his belly.
His whole appearance will be as fresh and refreshing as the olive oil used to fry steaks. Perhaps after he is sliced into slices, he will be different from the ordinary-looking, greasy and charming steaks in the kitchen.
Well, the texture will definitely be clear and clear, and the body fat number will also be very beautiful.
The steak with almost no seasoning made Bai Xiaomao feel the aroma of beef in his mouth, his big eyes were wet, and his smooth forehead was dripping with sweat, and he looked extremely happy.
Kashiwako picked up a piece of beef again and dipped it in the wasabi sauce.
"Ah woo~"
It's sweet yet spicy, and the tenderness of the beef gives the mouth an even more wonderful feeling. It's like a deep kiss with the smell of wasabi sauce!
(Well...)
(excuse me???)
At this time, Bai Xiaomao's nose also started to sweat.
She is not a girl who can tolerate spicy food, but she can't stop looking for that rare sweetness in the delicate wasabi sauce.
The little girl began to fantasize again. She thought that Yishanfang must have a hidden paradise with high mountains and clear water. Otherwise, how could they grow such delicious wasabi?
A few mouthfuls of verdant green rice and three flavors of beef dipped in sauce were eaten separately. The little girl almost completed a meaningful image of fluttering clothes in her mind.
He was a handsome chef on the top of a high mountain, a knight wielding a sword, and capable of embroidery with his own background music.
It makes me so shy!
Bai Xiaomao has already thought of the most romantic love story in the world, that is, you do the dissection and I hand you the scalpel...
Bai Xiaomao's eyes were shining, and he spoke with certainty,
"The chef at Yishanfang must have changed, definitely, maybe even the boss has changed!"
Seeing and hearing this, Xiao Ai was on the verge of collapse. He closed his eyes in pain, opened his mouth and bit his palm,
"woo woo woo woo..."
When we change the angle of view, we can see that the weird-looking old Hu is holding the wine jar and his own piece of bad snake core and quietly retreating towards the door of the conference room step by step with his butt sticking out.
The old dean suddenly said loudly,
"Old Hu, what are you doing?"
Lao Hu suddenly trembled, walked away with an awkward smile, and put the wine jar back to its original position on the table.
"Hehehe..."
The old dean has a sharp beard and a shrewd face.
"I've been staring at you for a long time! Want to drink alone again? Can you finish your drink..."
Lao Hu said confidently,
"If you can't finish the drink, why don't I save it for next meal?"
The old dean said it was difficult to understand, pointing to the super large rainbow lobster and grouper.
"Hey, there are so many good things, so you won't eat them!"
The old man's mouth twisted,
"You old guy, aren't you getting angry? Aren't your peeing yellow? Is that how you eat raw seafood to relieve the heat?"
Lao Hu feels like he has a clear mind
A jar of wine costs 3,000 circulation points, not to mention this plate of strange snake core. I wouldn’t want to share a bite with you, an old scoundrel!
You want to say that Lao Hu is different from others?
He had been to Yanhui Mountain more than once or twice, and he recognized the origin of this wine jar at a glance. The appearance and material were so special and conspicuous that no other wine jar except Lin Chou's had it...
Lao Hu stopped talking to the old dean and just looked at researcher Xiao Ai who had turned into a statue on the other side of the table.
"Oh...poor baby..."
If you make a mistake in the radio code, you can send the takeout order to Yanhuishan with just one click? Why don't you buy a lottery ticket if there is such a chance!
The old guy kept mumbling unhappiness in his heart, feeling complicated.
The old dean casually pulled out an arm-long wrench from under the conference table. He saw that he was not qualified to order takeout. The staff who had been working hard and showing seriousness felt a chill + chills.
(This is a serious conference room, old dean, you know! What kind of showmanship is it to just take out a wrench from under the conference table? How can you let people have a pleasant and stable meeting in the future?!)
The old dean gently tapped the mud seal on the wine jar with a wrench and took it off. The alluring aroma of wine suddenly filled the entire conference room. There was no mist or clouds in front of him, but it made people feel as light as falling.
wonderland.
"hiss"
The old dean took a long breath.
"This wine is so powerful. What kind of wine is this that I have never seen before?" He felt his nose was a little hot, and it turned out to be a nosebleed when he touched it. "Is it a good thing or medicinal wine? This is too tonic!"
Lao Hu doesn't know what to say. You can't say that you, a bad old man, are destined to smell or drink this wine, right?
He is the dean of a scientific research institute, so he has a lot of good things.
With how addicted this guy is to drinking, he might just be able to take out the little blue pill that he has been collecting for decades and have a toast. No matter what kind of poison it is, as long as it's not the poison of life, the old guy will be fine.
The old dean poured wine into the cup and glanced at Old Hu triumphantly, but suddenly he found a poor guy holding a bowl of white rice and quickly picking up long, green strips in another food box, which tasted like chewing wax.
The old dean said strangely,
"What did you eat?"
Classmate Xiao Ai gritted his teeth and said,
"Grass!"
The old dean's wrench flew over immediately,
"Clang!"
The whole person rushed forward with agility that was not suitable for his age.
"I'm going to fuck your mother!"
The poor creature kept screaming,
"Ah, ah, Dean, I was wrong, a slip of the tongue, I said what I ate was grass, what I ate was grass, ah, don't..."
"Haha, eat lemon, I also know that what your mother squeezes out is milk!"
"Dean, you are unreasonable..."
The old dean casually took out another larger, thicker and darker wrench from under the conference table.
"Come on, come on, stop and stick your head over. I'm going to show you something good. Something that can teach you how to be a good person!"