Doomsday Pavilion

The meat of Qiongqi Swan was braised, showing a tender pink like the face of a weak girl, instead of wood ash and pale white.

Each texture is filled with plump gravy, dripping.

Shen Feng opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't bear to speak, scratching his head, and laughed at himself.

"No, why do I always have a way to stew my daughter-in-law?"

Huang Dashan grinned,

"Niezhang, first of all you have to have a fucking daughter-in-law to count the ball."

"Roll your uncle's rotten stone."

Shen Feng finally made enough preparations and took a big bite.

"laugh!"

The gravy mixed with hot oil and water splashed around, and Shen Feng closed his eyes subconsciously. As a result, his face became hot and the aroma was lingering.

He wiped his face embarrassedly, and Shen Feng touched his nose. Fortunately, everyone was busy stuffing swan meat in their mouths, and no one noticed him.

Then Shen Feng learned to be clever, holding a thin arm of goose, first put the corner in his mouth, and then gently bite it down.

The skin is tough and elastic, but it is not difficult to bite.

In the mouth, the fleshy skin is one centimeter thick, but only a thin layer is felt. When you sip your mouth, you find that the mouth is full of gravy. Except for a thin layer of oily skin, the rest of the fleshy skin melts in the mouth, quietly. Silent.

Shen Feng had a swallowing motion subconsciously, and the smooth juice from his mouth rolled down his throat.

"Oh shit."

Shen Feng regretted it, but he didn't chew that piece of meat, so why did he swallow it.

Shen Feng felt that he should be smarter, eat the meat and skin separately, tear off a piece of tender meat and put it in his mouth again, the thick meaty fragrance blooming in his mouth.

Generally speaking, most of the meat of all poultry is inherently fishy.

For example, the hazel grouse is regarded as a treasure just because it has only fragrance and no smell.

The Qiongqi Swan goes a step further. Its flesh has an elegant fragrance of flowers and plants. Needless to say, Lin Chou has always called it Qiongqi Swan, so surely, this is the smell of Qiongqi flowers?

This kind of incense is like a frozen snow lotus-like breath under the white snow of a high mountain all year round, making people wander involuntarily, and the bones are lightened by a half.

The goose meat is soaked in a light salty taste, which is the only artificial seasoning that Shen Feng can taste in addition to the meat taste.

The light and light taste, with a slight saltiness to set off the freshness of the swan meat.

Xianxian Xianxian, eternally reasonable.

At least at this moment, this dish, any more seasonings, is too much.

Salt users can be roughly divided into three categories.

For the first type of salt, the salt is eroded and permeated, from the inside out, the salt does not reach the surface, but slowly seeps out from the depth of the food, this is the top;

For the second type of salt, the salt is attached to the "seasoning", from the outside to the inside, when eating dishes, the outside is heavy and the inside is light. This is the bottom.

The third type of salt users...... Forget it, the teeth are stubborn, in short, eating a dish made by this kind of person, although it may not be salty, but it will feel awkward for a lifetime.

And this dish undoubtedly brings the taste of salt to the extreme.

As the goddess of the bald man, Yanzi loves to wear a pair of ultra-short leather pants most of the time, and has always confidently demonstrated his own advantages.

Swallow’s wheat-colored skin was full of sweat, and his red lips were oily and his eyes were light. At this time, he was about to pick up the second piece of swan meat.

The bald head looked silly,

"Swallow, eat slowly and drink your mouth water... No, come and use my bowl with a mouthful of soup."

Swallow's wild eyes stared at his bald head and rolled his eyes.

"Go away, I want you to take care of it."

The bald head mumbled and said, "I don't care who cares...Who dares to care about Laozi's urgency, mother."

Before I finished speaking, I got a kick,

"Go to death."

Huang Dashan held a large basin and smashed the gangue into lumps. The soft glutinous gangue was poured with two spoons of oil and immediately became shining.

The scent of the oil juice and the sweet glutinous glutinous plant formed a more amazing taste, and he filled his mouth full, and Huang Dashan chewed and swallowed it reluctantly.

"pretty!"

Look at his expression, as if his soul is sublimating.

Then he picked up the swan meat and took a vicious bite.

"This damn thing is called eating."

Wei Tianxing laughed. He admired Huang Dashan's approach.

"I don't see that you and I are still the same fellows, Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, sure enough, sure enough.

Huang Dashan Nunu Mouth,

"Here, look at that person over there."

I saw Lin Chou holding a small basin, smashing the gangue into pieces, tearing the swan meat and skin into half finger-thick meat strips and spreading it on the gangue rice, pouring it with oil, and using the residual heat of the stones The roasted fragrant roasted dried devil pepper is finely crushed in a basin, and then sprinkled with a little chopped wild onion, then it is eaten.

Huang Dashan shamelessly leaned in and smelled it, his eyes gleamed.

"It's Brother Lin, the taste immediately turned over. No, I'll try it too..."

So everyone leaned in and roasted the peppers around the stone pile.

After the devil pepper is roasted, the burnt aroma and the spicy aroma are mixed together, which opens up and is rich and thorough.

For those who love spicy food, the taste of hot pepper is the ultimate seasoning in the world. Just smelling the taste of hot pepper will make you miss your mother.

"This spicy taste is almost..."

Everyone sighed.

There are many ways to eat chili, each with its own advantages, from the most common red oil chili to water-soaked chili to salted kimchi.

Compared with red oil chili, the taste of burning chili is purer and the release of aroma is more direct, without the need for neutralization of oil.

After the roasted chili was crushed and sprinkled into a bowl, the spices and oil juices, the gange rice, and the swan meat seemed to have some wonderful reaction. When they were eaten with fresh and refreshing shallots, it was almost nothing. Way to describe.

...

"belch!"

Huang Dashan hiccuped, and had to unfasten the three belt buckles to feel better, and he smirked with a bulging belly.

Two Qiongqi swans, dozens of kilograms of Gange, a large pot of fish soup, and two pots of fat, nothing was left clean.

The banana leaves were clustered and buried on the spot. Everyone was washing their hands by the water, discussing the game just now.

"This swan meat, how does it feel light and fluttering after eating it, well, it's like being free from some kind of bondage."

Bai Qiong said with a smile,

"Maybe you can eat more, you can fly like a swan with wings."

Huang Dashan glanced at Shen Feng.

"Just him, eating ten tons of swan will only turn into a toad."

Shen Fengdao,

"A toad that eats swan meat, can it still be called a toad?"

"What's that called?"

Shen Feng hesitated twice, did not figure out a one, two or three, hummed,

"I can eat such swan meat every day, just like a toad for a lifetime, I am happy!"

The bald head nodded deeply,

"This toad is right. Grandpa Bald appreciates your honesty."

The result was slapped to the ground by Shen Feng.