For the evolved person, life can easily become devoid of passion at any time except in the wilderness.
However, even evolvers cannot risk their lives in the wilderness all the time. After all, there are more normal people in this world, and there are too few tough guys like wandering demons - everyone will get tired sometimes, but dogs
The king does not.
Evolved people are like this even when they have a meal. They always stare at one dish or a few dishes. Evolved people who like the new and dislike the old will soon get tired of the aesthetics. Otherwise, there will be no spicy food.
A large number of people joined Huang Dashan's class, making it like some major festival for Lin Chou to get the first bite of every new dish.
These guys just lack passion and freshness, they don’t lack vision.
Fortunately, they didn't dare to target the red-spotted flying fish that Leng Han brought back, but instead boasted in a different way:
"Oh my, this fish is as beautiful as a work of art."
"It's just that the exquisite little appearance is too outrageous."
"I'm afraid it's not the most beautiful fish in the whole dark sea, right?"
Behind the scenes, I'm afraid it's not that we can't eat you, and Boss Lin doesn't even think about eating it, just show it as "appreciation".
In short, these guys are very evil-minded and have no good ideas. This can be regarded as Yan Huishan's daily life except for promoting new dishes.
Lin Chou was too lazy to pay attention to these guys, so he served old Zhao and Xiao Zhao Lenghan some new dishes such as eggplant, fish and egg dumplings with three mushrooms. Xiao Zhao ordered an additional order of pork swallow skin, which was very interesting to Lin Chou.
Said it wasn't any problem.
Lin Chou himself also likes dumpling wrappers. Wonton wrappers are cooked in a pot of dumpling soup. Even if they are only mixed with minced garlic and soy sauce, they feel more delicious than eating dumplings...
Zhao Ziyu was energetic again at this moment, muttering some childish and rebellious words, angrily saying that his death in the middle of running away from home was an accident, and he would definitely think carefully and make plans in the future.
Freedom will come tomorrow.
Before he could say a few words, Leng Han and Lao Zhao grabbed one of his ears and held him in the air...
Lao Zhao snorted a few times, swallowed a few big mouthfuls of egg dumplings, secretly took out a wine naan in the shape of a beast-skin scimitar from his arms, poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and exhaled a mouthful of hot breath.
"Hiccup, no wonder my cook comes here every day to steal his skills. These egg dumplings are so delicious!"
Bao Er, who had been silent for a long time, didn't know which nerve was wrong, and suddenly said,
"Then you must be willing to add raw materials of this level to the kitchen. I feel that the problem may not be with the cook's skills... uh... you... just pretend that I didn't say it...
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"What?" Lin Chou's nose is not a nose or eyes, "Mr. Zhao, you have gone too far. Do you know about freedom of speech? Why are you threatening my employees?"
"snort."
"Childish!" Zhao Ziyu squinted at Mr. Zhao.
"snort."
It can be said that Zhao Qingcang can be regarded as a model-level operation for both old and young children, but he is still childish and refuses to admit it.
The old man could even quarrel with Zhao Ziyu for a whole day without doing anything else. The two of them moved to a small bench and sat under the shade of a tree to quarrel.
"There is also truce time, lunch time and tea time!" Zhao Ziyu added.
Zhao Qingcang's face was so red that it almost turned bright.
"Thief Sun! You are looking for death!"
Zhao Ziyu picked up immediately,
"Grandpa! Are you going to hit me?"
Zhao Qingcang: Oh my god!!
At this moment, Lin Chou came out of the kitchen carrying a large plate of food.
"The white-chopped chicken is beautiful. The meat is cooked and the bones are not yet cooked. From the aroma, these three-yellow chickens really deserve to be grown up eating the big red-headed centipede. They are of good quality."
Blanched chicken, three times soaked and three times boiled in water, with almost no seasoning except green onions and ginger. It can be regarded as one of the dishes that best highlights the quality of chicken. The boss dares to serve it only because the boss is extremely confident in the quality of the ingredients.
In this case, the more respectable the restaurant, the more so.
Not only that, some restaurants that specialize in white-cut chicken will take out two long flat pieces of chicken breast separately, mark them with wheat flowers with a knife, and place them on both sides of the wings. Customers can eat the chicken breast first to confirm the quality of the chicken before enjoying it.
Other parts can be seen.
Lin Chou pointed to a few small plates and said,
"This is onion and ginger juice, this is garlic juice, this is fish sauce, this is paste of chili pepper, water celery and coriander, and there is a sesame oil dish over there."
Lao Zhao waved his hand,
"Give me the whole mountain pepper oil and add your devilish spicy one~"
Lin Chou narrowed his eyes at Lao Zhao - why did this old guy suddenly become brave?
When Lin Chou came back, he was holding two bowls, one large and one small. Old Zhao pointed at the big bowl and asked,
"Boy Lin, you are secretly thinking about something good to eat for yourself, why don't you pay tribute to me?"
Lin Chou had no choice but to lower the edge of the bowl a little.
"Do you always eat this?"
In fact, when Lin Chou was just making the mountain pepper oil, he suddenly thought of a taste, so he mixed the mountain pepper oil with chicken blood. Since this thing is completely unacceptable to most normal people, he didn't
I was going to say that I was going to "take it all for myself", but who knew that a shameless old man like Mr. Zhao would be targeting me.
"Pig's blood?"
"Chicken blood!"
"Hey, good stuff, good stuff, have you got any blood from the cockscomb?"
"...without"
Lin Chou was simply speechless.
Apart from being used to cure diseases and perform dances, the most serious use of cockscomb blood is to mourn mourners in graveyards, right? Who would eat cockscomb blood?
"Then you have a soul mixed with chicken blood," Mr. Zhao yelled with a disappointed look on his face, and his saliva almost flowed out, "Bring it here, I will help you taste it to see if your little thing's craftsmanship is authentic or not.
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The most authentic method of mixing raw chicken blood is nothing more than a little salt. When the chicken blood is semi-solidified, cut it into pieces, mix in coriander, water celery, mint and other wild vegetables, and add extra crushed peanuts or soybeans to enhance the flavor.
, and then ends with the paste of chili peppers. It is spicy and fragrant in the mouth and has a fishy taste. It is wild and goes straight to the bones. However, Lin Chou added fresh mountain pepper buds and mountain pepper oil to it.
Picking up a spoonful, apart from the free condiments and side dishes, the chicken blood tofu, which is dark red on the outside and scarlet on the inside, is a completely raw product that has not been blanched. Almost everyone present raised their eyebrows, with expressions on their faces.
It is full of resistance to Ru Mao Yin Xue.
Mr. Zhao had a happy expression.
"Suck~"
Even the sucking movements and sounds are so exciting.
Zhao Ziyu is the person Lao Zhao has the closest relationship with, and the one who gives him the least face.
"Ugh~"
The little guy almost vomited it out and retched several times in succession.
"What grudges are there, old man? Is our old Zhao family bankrupt?"