Speaking of which, it can actually be understood that a meal has its own metaphysical properties. What kind of environment and what kind of people are together will actually affect the taste of the meal to a certain extent - and almost exclude personal sensory factors.
That kind of impact.
Lin Chou felt that this meal had a rough and rough taste, which was suitable for the current environment, but in the eyes of Lu Yuanhang and Fu Laoer, it was actually quite refined.
"Well, the cracks on these shrimp shells tell me that you must have cracked them like this on purpose," Fu Laoer sighed, "to save time for soaking?"
Lin Chou nodded, but did not answer immediately.
So Fu Laoer broke open the shrimp shell, revealing the white shrimp meat, and took a bite.
The sharp sourness and spiciness occupy the high ground in the mouth, which is extremely stimulating and goes away as quickly as it comes. When the sourness and spiciness fade away like the tide, you will be left with a mouth full of the unique deliciousness and fullness of crustacean seafood, and a light, sour taste.
The lingering smoky style cannot be ignored.
Fu Laoer and Lu Yuanhang were really shocked this time. With their status, although they were not comparable to Mr. Sikong, who was a Buddhist in the Wanjia family, at least they had a huge choice in terms of quality of life. That's it.
A residual flavor attribute was enough for them to determine that the level of the young man in front of them was at least professional level. Considering that almost all the seasonings used were picked and used on site, there was no point in raising the evaluation by two levels.
Seems excessive...
Alone, a top chef, powerful, and so young!
In an instant, the two people's vague guesses that they were reluctant to think deeply were immediately confirmed. The food in their mouths no longer tasted good, and the functional areas of their brains were also disordered...
Throw yourself into a trap?
Self-transcendence?
Lu Yuanhang and Fu Laoer kept exchanging glances.
Fu Laoer: How to fix it?
Lu Yuanhang: What?
Fu Laoer: Do you want to do it?
Lu Yuanhang: What about your horse?
After a short and complicated exchange, the two of them unanimously decided to just pretend that nothing happened.
Since he likes to cook for us and give us reviews, then honestly give him some profound and insightful reviews. Maybe he will be happy, right?
Emmm, considering that the person involved is a pure warrior or a type with explosive physical fitness, it is very likely that he can hear the conversation of the five people on his side through the sound of waves several kilometers away...
What a sin!
It is one thing to have a high self-esteem and the urge to be angry when someone knocks on your door; it is another thing to have a strong desire to survive.
Fu Laoer and Lu Yuanhang are not fools. They can neither fight nor run away. It is not aggrieved to protect themselves wisely.
"Hmm..." Lu Yuanhang calmed down and tried to make a normal voice: "I——"
"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Lin Chou interrupted: "Is it really too spicy or too sour?"
You scared me to death when you stepped on the horse. Lu Yuanhang almost suffered cardiopulmonary arrest and died on the spot, but he managed to squeeze out a smile that could even be called a cute one on his face.
"No, no, that's my problem. Personally, this kind of sourness and spiciness is really just right, especially the spiciness. I even couldn't help but want to ask you what kind of pepper you used. It's so fragrant and so spicy.
Spicy varieties seem to be uncommon in Haiphong and Mingguang." Lu Yuanhang turned to look at Fu Laoer, who was blushing and sweating profusely: "Hey, I guess he doesn't think so~"
Fu Laoer is going crazy in his heart. He scolds this insect seller for seeking glory. You have given me all the good reviews and you are trying to stump me...
However, I heard that although this master has some flaws in his character, he is at least quite decent in his cooking skills?
"It's too spicy!"
As soon as Fu Laoer opened his mouth, he received a warning look from Lu Yuanhang.
He was disdainful, you know how to hammer, how can such a top craftsman be praised simply? He has heard more good things from people than you were beaten by your parents when you were a child!
"I don't like spicy food very much. Well, actually I just accidentally licked the shell of a lobster." Fu Laoer smiled at Lin Chou very sincerely, "I thought I shouldn't have licked it. Was it wasted?"
The cracks you carved into the lobster shell?”
Yo!
Lin Chou was pleasantly surprised. His original intention was to let the juice from the outside infiltrate the shrimp meat inside through the adjusted small cracks, but he didn't want the shrimp meat itself to have an overpowering taste...
What he wanted was the fresh and natural feeling that smelled sharp and warm and tasted in the mouth, but he was not sure whether he could achieve it under such simple conditions.
Basically, it can be said that Fu Laoer's words just hit Boss Lin's G-spot. After all, no matter how indifferent a man is, his rectum is still as warm as spring, bah bah bah...
"You are also a person who knows how to eat," Lin Chou said happily: "It's rare to meet two critics together. It's another fulfilling day."
Fu Laoer also relaxed, raised his coconut shell cup and touched it lightly with Lin Chou.
"How can I be a critic? I'm just a foodie~"
"You said you were fat and you were breathless," Lu Yuanhang snorted: "Brother, you haven't told me what kind of pepper you used. I will make some when I get back. This thing will definitely go well with barbecue and fried meat dipping sauce!
"
Lin Chou laughed: "You are right, there is such a way to use this chili pepper, and the effect is outstanding. This is actually the spicy taste of shabu shabu."
"Huh?" Lu Yuanhang was surprised, "Didn't you say that they became extinct two hundred years ago? From outside Mingguang? Oops, then I might not be able to afford it..."
"No, I have a pepper garden with many mutated varieties. This one is closer to the spicy properties of shabu-shabu," Lin Chou said, "I can give you some as a gift when the seeds mature. They are not valuable."
"That's a good feeling!"
As we ate and drank, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious. It was obviously just coconut soda, but it made a few people feel a little tipsy.
As the bonfire gradually extinguished, Fu and Lu began to think about what they should leave behind as a token of gratitude and then politely leave...
money?
This is definitely inappropriate, right?
It's almost a joke that top master chefs love money!
When several people were hesitating, Lin Chou suddenly peeled off the embers of the campfire: "Are you actually not full? Fortunately, I prepared the staple food in advance..."
The five of them showed coy, surprised smiles, and Xiao A, Xiao B, and Xiao B, who still didn’t understand anything, shouted carelessly:
"Okay, even staple food?"
"I was so naive that I thought that eating a seafood dinner was the limit in this barren land..."
"My life is complete again. Brother, the show is yours. Tell me, what price do I need to ask you to serve the people on the coastal defense line? Hahahaha..."
Buried in the sand under the embers is naturally the classic flowering seabird.
Lin Chou is a kind and affectionate person. Since he has made chowder and roasted eggs before, how can he have the nerve to separate these families forever?