Doomsday Pavilion

A drunken word, the truth is true.

Even if the soup is swept back and forth six times, it cannot meet the standards required by Mr. Huang Lao. It must be "drunk" with the minced chicken in the soup.

When you get drunk, you fall, so it is also called "fallen soup."

In fact, after sweeping the soup six times, the impurities in the broth are almost completely removed. Even if there are, they are not visible to the naked eye.

The word "drunk" or "fallen" means the accumulation of the flavor of the broth itself.

The minced chicken is simmered to soften the color, aroma and taste of the broth, adding a mellow and aftertaste to the broth.

After the drunk soup is finished, a pot of stock soup is bright orange-yellow and as clear as tea.

There is no trace of grease on the surface of the soup, and the bottom of the pot can be seen at a glance even in a deep soup pot.

Boiling water cabbage is inseparable from the only visible ingredient.

"Dishes should not be higher than three and a half inches, and northern cabbage with thick leaves and green flesh is preferred."

——This is the selection criteria for cabbage, simple but not simple.

The cabbage in the north is the sweetest and tenderest, and among all kinds of cabbage, there is a little-known early spring cabbage.

From budding to growing, it only pulls out the leaves but does not disperse the leaves. It grows straight up and can grow to a height of half a person.

Its slender stems and leaves resemble beautiful people, and are the best for making boiled cabbage.

The cabbage planted in Lin Chou Houshan can obviously reach this standard under the care of System Black Technology.

Wash the cabbage and open it, and remove the large leafy cabbage sticks, leaving only the tender heart of the three leaves.

The tender heart, which has not seen the light all the year round, presents a light pink and tender yellow, with a fragrance like morning dew.

Use a long silver needle that is thinner than a hair to pierce the thin white thread-like veins at the bottom of the leaf to destroy its "tenons" to achieve the softest taste and at the same time facilitate the soup to penetrate every part of the leaf.

There are not many veins in the tender leaves, but there are still twenty or thirty veins, and each one must be pierced.

Lin Chou did it cautiously. Once the silver needle pierced through the veins and pierced into the flesh of the leaf, it would leave small scars. Although it is insignificant, it can no longer be called a perfect cabbage.

After finishing these, Lin Chou sighed slightly.

The boiled upper soup is divided into two pots, and the heat is turned on at the same time to keep it from boiling, which is usually called the "chrysanthemum heart" state.

Use a colander to hold the cabbage, immerse it in a pot of soup and immediately remove it, and then use a spoon to pour the soup slowly from the top of the cabbage.

The tender heart of the cabbage will gradually spread out into petals when heated, and continue to pour it several times until the cabbage is soft and tender, with fresh yellow-green in the translucency.

Take a few white porcelain bowls and place the hot cabbage on the bottom of the bowl.

A sprout fungus with buds, torn into hair-like hyphae.

There are three in each bowl, so that one end is curled into the rim of the bowl and one end hangs into the bowl.

Finally, scoop another pot of soup that has not been drenched with cabbage and pour it into a bowl one by one, soak the cabbage and mycelium a little bit.

Boiling cabbage, you're done.

"call."

Lin Chou pulled the white towel hanging next to him and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Boiled cabbage, good... Fuck!"

As soon as he looked up, at some point, countless heads were squeezed in the door of the kitchen, one of his eyes was bigger than one, and one of his jaws was longer than one.

"Why, what's the matter?"

Lin Chou asked three times, and everyone returned to their senses.

The eyes of the small round face were terrified,

"Handsome boss... what you do... is boiled cabbage??"

Lin Chou nodded contentedly and grinned.

"Yes, boiled cabbage, it's not very good, so bear with it."

"...This...yet...no...too...good???"

The tall and thin man muttered to himself with dull eyes,

"Xiao Xiao, I think your 150,000 yuan is not wronged at all."

Little round face nodded blankly.

"Chef, it's really horrible... oh help me, my neck can't move...whis...it hurts..."

...

Three minutes later, the girls in the dining room sat in line, upright, three times more serious than the pupils in class.

There is a delicate white porcelain soup bowl in front of no one, the bowl is as thin as paper.

The little round face swallowed,

"Really, do you really want to eat it?"

The thin and tall man with a tangled face, bit his lip and said,

"Eat, of course you have to eat. Doesn't it fail the goodwill of the handsome boss."

The tears of the small round face are about to flow out,

"I'm so reluctant..."

At this time,

"Gudong Gudong."

Xia Dasha put the bowl in front of Lin Chou,

"Delicious, Brother Chou, have another bowl!"

Lin Chou couldn't, so he moved the pot of "waste soup" that had been poured over cabbage.

Shan Ye has quick eyes and quick hands,

"Fucking little bastard, save you a bowl for Grandpa Dashan!"

Just as Wu Ke was about to squeeze in, a big foot lightly kicked him out of the door.

"..."

There was a trace of envy in the eyes of the girls who saw this scene. It was themselves who wanted to fight for waste soup at the soup pot.

Jiang Nu gently moved a bowl of clear soup with a silver spoon, the color was as clear as tea, and her delicate face was reflected in it, as if it had an ink painting-like charm.

Whether a bowl of soup is good or bad, its color represents everything.

The good soup has a magical, bright but not glaring moist, full and warm.

——That is the warmth and comfort that can be clearly and incomparably perceived with vision.

The heart of the cabbage wandering in the soup moved alone with the silver spoon, and the silence was cold and arrogant.

Just like the pen in the hand of the literati, the sword is on the waist of the knight.

Lone boat sings late, catches a river of wind and snow!

At this time, the little round face hesitated and entangled finally made up his mind, scooped up a spoonful of "boiled water", and sent it to his mouth.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, her nose kept moving, and tiny beads of sweat came out of her forehead.

"Woohoo..."

After spreading her teeth and claws for a long time, she gradually calmed down and slowly closed her eyes.

There are thousands of sails in Xiaoyuan’s heart, thousands of words converge into one sentence,

"Boss, can I add soup!!"

Lin Chou licked his lips and gritted his teeth.

"plus!"

The customer is God, the soup that has not been used up yet, don’t keep it!

I'll cook boiled cabbage next time, so I don't want to start from scratch...

Lin Chou was desperate when he thought about it. For seven hours, seven hours without a second.

mad.

drop.

"The boss's little secret task is completed, reward: intelligence value +1, can plant some bamboo seedlings."

"Under the wise guidance of this system, the host performed impressively in this continuous mission. This system is very pleased. Hereby, a special verbal reward is given:

Good job, keep up the good work."

Lin Chou clenched his fists.

——He swears, if then one day, he must pour out this damn slumber system into a rice cake and hang it up to dry, let it feel the caress from the "lower primates"!!

In fact, there is a bit of pride in my heart, this is not about the praise of the damn system and the satisfaction of everyone.

The most common ingredients, the most extraordinary taste, isn't it the goal that a cook can be desperate for?