The first thousand three hundred and forty-nine chapters hippocampus waist piece
The purple-red sea urchins have long, dense needles on their surface, and are particularly huge in size, giving them a particularly ferocious appearance.
Lin Chou pried all the sea urchins apart, removed the inedible parts, and put the golden gonads back into the shell. It was like a different kind of basin, with a large diameter.
One sea urchin shell contains the gonads of three sea urchins, which are so full that they are about to overflow.
Sikong reluctantly took two bites and put it down with a frown.
"What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"
Lin Chou scratched his head a little.
It shouldn't be. He has tasted it before and is still very confident in his taste.
Sikong sighed,
"It's not that it doesn't taste good, but I really don't dare to eat too much of it because it will cause stomach upset and the spleen and stomach are too weak."
"oh..."
The old sorcerer held a sea urchin shell and picked out the golden paste inside like rice. He glanced at Sikong casually and disdainfully.
Hehe, weak chicken.
The first feeling is fishy.
It’s not just the fishy smell of seafood – it’s the reproductive glands after all.
This kind of fishy smell is not annoying. Normal people, especially men, can easily associate this smell with brain supplements such as tonifying kidney and yang.
Although the smell is light, the effect is like the wasabi next to it, making the mouth, nose, and even the back of the head feel cold.
Afterwards, your mouth is filled with fresh, sweet, delicate and smooth taste.
The warlock uncle said with admiration,
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of sea urchin. It's the first time I've eaten it. It smells a little like wine. Well, it also has that kind of fermented smell. It's pretty good. But do you remember that there is a kind of tennis ball-sized fish near Mingguang?
The black sea urchin? This big sea urchin is indeed delicious to eat, but the yellow color is a little worse than that of the small black sea urchin, and the texture is a bit rough."
Sikong laughed,
"Can the quality be the same if two hundred million at a time and twenty billion at a time? Three of these sea urchins are enough for you, but thirty sea urchins may not be enough for you."
Lin Chou nodded.
The warlock looked confused,
"What 200 million? What 20 billion?"
Sikong sincerely apologizes,
"Forgot, you don't have a chance to experience this."
Haha, a hot chicken that doesn’t even have a physical body.
Lin Chou glanced at Sikong,
"You... okay?"
I'm afraid this guy isn't just lying.
With his body as weak as a chicken, how could he be broken even after a few strokes?
Sikong:...
I really want to stab this B.
Lin Chou heheyile,
"Come on, eat more and replenish yourself."
Warlock: "Yes, seahorse rolled pork kidneys, great tonic, good stuff. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Lin Zi to stew a pot of chives and lamb kidneys for you~"
Where is my knife??
Sikong is a typical example of a person who is upright in speech and body, not to mention that he fanned the flames and baked the food with his own hands. He has never cooked a few times in his entire life.
Click~
The texture is a bit like a chocolate puff pastry, but it's not as hard as it looks. It's actually very crispy.
It's like chewing a bite of fried fish scales, and then there is a gelatinous texture in your mouth. When the sea breeze blows, your lips feel like they are being stuck together.
"Hmm, huh? It's a bit fishy, quite fragrant, it tastes like fish..."
Then, the smell of pork kidneys burst out, killing everyone.
The pork loin slices are sandwiched between two pieces of seahorse. Even though it is cooked, it still retains a fresh and tender taste, and is even a little juicy.
Its taste is so unique that it is invincible when opened or closed.
Sikong was overwhelmed by the fishy smell with blood and veins.
"Ah this..."
Anyway, it’s just fishy. The fishy smell of the sea is mixed with the fishy smell of pork kidneys. I can’t say it’s delicious, but I can’t say it’s particularly unpalatable. In short, it’s a very special kind...
In the past, Sikong could throw the things in his hands directly into the cook's face - what the hell are you doing?
But not today. For some unknown reason, Sikong took another bite.
Spicy and crispy, with a strong flavor of wine and red yeast rice.
Then take another bite...
One more bite...
Yeah, I'm addicted.
Sikong's eyes were blank, and his mind was filled with questions:
Am I sick?
Why can't you stop?
Damn it!
It's poisonous!
He was about to cry.
Lin Chou and Warlock were also eating.
The sorcerer opens his mouth and a whole string comes out,
"It's so fishy. The more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes. Last time I came across a stall at the entrance of the alley that made stinky tofu stewed with wild vegetables and wild boar. The more you ate, the more you tasted it. This is how it feels..."
The same goes for Lin Chou.
My brows were still furrowed at first.
Slowly it relaxed.
Then I started to sweat.
He also had an expression of resistance and inability to stop.
Sikong: Okay! Sure enough, I am still the most normal one!
He drank half a bowl of fresh fish bone soup, and then had a thick slice of swordfish sashimi, allowing the just-right spiciness of the wasabi puree and green stems and leaves to fill his mouth and nose. Only then did he feel that the feeling on top was gradually driven out of his mind.
The cold sea breeze was really no match for the boiling fish soup in a big pot. A few wisps of sweat appeared on Sikong's forehead, holding the bowl in his arms,
"comfortable..."
The chili and cumin on the meat skewers are grilled over the charcoal fire until they make a beeping sound, and the strong aroma can float for miles along the sea breeze.
Sikong stared at the king crab on the shelf intently.
"Is this thing ready? Is it ready?"
Lin Chou was very thoughtful. After cutting off the legs of the king crab, one-third of the shell was sliced off, and he made it into three flavors: butter, minced garlic, and salt and pepper.
Grilled over charcoal fire, the crab leg meat, which is pink on the surface and white on the inside, is coated with a just-right layer of burnt color.
"Eat it!" Lin Chou said, "It's almost done. It's okay to eat it raw."
Eat it raw?
Didn’t I eat enough raw food today?
Sikong patted his stomach and muttered to let it gain some energy.
He would have to take a boat ride for several days on the return trip. If he got diarrhea and got seasick at this time, he would probably lose his life in this sea area.
The legs were more than twice as thick as normal king crabs, and the meat was picked out into a thick section. Sikong opened his mouth wide and took a full mouthful.
"Hmm~"
So cool!
Fragrant on the lips and teeth, tender and juicy.
The crab legs were thick enough, but the center part seemed a little undercooked, forming a wonderful gelatinous texture similar to watery texture. Sikong immediately fell in love with this texture.
"Absolutely awesome! Give me another one with minced garlic! No, no, no, give me one with butter!"
The muscle fiber of crab leg meat is longer than that of crab meat, and it seems to be tougher and tougher than ordinary crab meat. The crab's unique fragrance is very strong, so you just fill it into your mouth in big mouthfuls, even if it has never been done before.
Sikong, who has never been hungry, can understand what satisfaction and happiness are.
"It's so cool..."
For a while, he felt a little disgusted with the hairy crabs and small crabs he had eaten before.
That thing has a pinch of meat, and the taste is completely different from this one.
Farts never tire of fine food, and today I just want to eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of wine - wait, where is my wine?
Of course there is wine. Sikong just brought over a small jar of 3 kilograms of 15-year-old rice wine. It is a great private brew and is worth 8,900 circulation points.
"Huh?" Faced with Sikong's questioning look, Lin Chou naturally scratched his head, "Oh, rice wine, I've already prepared the ingredients. Let's eat drunken shrimp and drunken crab tonight."