Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou didn't know just how rich Huang Dashan's inner world was, he just felt that his face was a little weird.

emmmm, it looks a bit like the color of the old Burmese coriander in his hand.

Old Burmese coriander is also called big coriander and thorn coriander. The fragrance is clear, less aggressive and a little bit more euphemistic. The barren mountains and ridges around Mingguang are common. Basically, as long as there is no toxic mutation, it tastes good. ——Of course, it is more toxic to the evolvers who have the spirit of exploration and death!

Lin Chou's ratio is one-third of cilantro coriander and two-thirds of domestic coriander grown in the back mountain.

I have to say that the quality of the coriander rewarded by the system is excellent. Maybe the variety is a well-known one, such as: Huaze?

Two kinds of coriander plus a few cloves of wild garlic, a few wild onions, a lemongrass, and the Devil Spicy Wash and pose, Lin Chou took out a huge stone mortar, threw the lemongrass in and pounded it, adding the wild garlic one by one when it became strands. Wild onion and devil are spicy.

This smell can be said to be quite irritating, Huang Dashan sneezed again and again,

"I'm going, it smells really good, what does the Coriander Party Welfare Bureau mean?"

Lin Chou took out two or three scorched dried red peppers from the stove—he always thought that the aroma of peppers roasted with charcoal ash was one of the most fascinating flavors, and it was simply overwhelming.

"Boom boom boom~"

Pour the chili peppers and add salt. While adding salt, throw in the two kinds of coriander, pound a few vigorously, and serve.

"Is it over?"

Huang Dashan took advantage of Lin Moumou's package of food and didn't pay attention to finding a pair of chopsticks and took a sip of coriander into his belly. He was immediately shocked.

"Fuck... there should be two bowls of hot rice..."

Lin Chou kicked it over.

"Deadly stay away!"

Then hand the packed things to Bao Er,

"Remember next time and collect the money first."

Bao Er touched the back of his head to make sure,

"Isn't this the first takeaway business? If you are unfamiliar with the business, the function of the radio is not perfect. I will fix it as soon as possible."

"it is good."

...

Research Institute.

Comrade Xiao Ai was holding a brand new carton with difficulty, his posture was like a salted fish that had just been fired by the boss.

Entering the conference room, Xiao Ai put the labelled, thin and translucent delicate white porcelain lunch box on the table in the same way.

"Cold dressing and a taste of arugula, dean, this is yours."

"Yellow snake core, Hu always belongs to you..."

"Tiger crab noodles, hot spring egg beef rice and beef are well cooked, cat yours."

"liqueur..."

"9 catties of thyme baked rainbow lobster..."

"4 catties of steamed grouper..."

Take out the last two lunch boxes, one large and one small.

His hands were shaking, and the weak trembling made Comrade Xiao Ai more like a cicada in late autumn.

Xiao Ai almost choked up.

"Burning pepper, coriander and pounding spicy pepper... a big box of gift rice... this is... mine..."

Unlike Xiao Ai's expression, the meeting room was full of jovial atmosphere.

The old dean smiled blindly, and the layers of wrinkles on that old face could pinch eight old ladies at the same time.

"Hey, when has Yishanfang been so generous? This white porcelain is good, and its quality is comparable to the enamel jars that Lao Tzu bought at a high price for'Serving the People'!"

"This wine, smells good!"

"The grouper also comes with raw roasted angelfish liver and sorrel side dishes, which is really wonderful~"

Life is full of surprises, and the old dean thinks that today's cuisine is exceptional.

Bai Xiaoxiao also opened his round white porcelain lunch box:

The heat of the rice threw out a large swath of it, and the tender red steak that was half-ripe was a bit too fierce for others, and it looked really shocking.

However, this is the favorite degree of maturity of the kitten. The diagonally sliced ​​steak is laid out in a regular circle, and the center is a hot spring egg with a trembling yolk and orange, just lying on the green suzi. On the leaf.

From above, I can't see the shadow of rice at all, but the nose is full of rice fragrance.

Whether it's beef, sesame leaves or hot spring eggs, they are dotted with slightly fried white sesame seeds, even, no more, no less.

Together with the white porcelain box containing the tiger crab noodles, there is a square seasoning box of the same material. Bai Xiaomao knows that Xiao Ai took it out in the wrong order. It should be steak. The four seasonings for the rice bowl are divided into the soy sauce used to mix and eat in the rice bowl, and the wasabi sauce, garlic vinegar sauce and black pepper sauce used to dip the steak.

Bai Xiaoxiao said in amazement,

"Is the box lunch of Yishanfang suddenly changed to a refined route? Or is it a discount event for large customers?"

—— Bai Xiaomao touched his conscience and felt that he was also the main customer of the different restaurant.

She has always been a picky person. Take this meat cutting technique as an example. Baimao has always felt that knife skills are the most intuitive test standard for a chef or a researcher like her. She slices and slices in the laboratory. There is no essential difference when the chef slices in the back kitchen.

With the naked eye, she can see the degree of damage to muscles or vegetable fibers from the angle of a chef's knife, but don't underestimate a slight angle. As the saying goes, cutting cattle and sheep vertically is very rough but very good. Generalize.

For a qualified foodie with high standards and strict requirements like her, the importance of the chef's knife skills is comparable to the legendary one to climb the road to heaven.

Bai Xiaomao picked a piece of beef in front of his eyes with its own bamboo chopsticks, and carefully observed the beef slices that were cut at a 35° angle with the horizontal muscle stripes.

The beef is not a common steak part. Based on her experience in researching various biological slices, this piece of meat should be taken from the hind leg part. The choice of position can be said to be quite sharp.

Because the beef hind legs are tough and have thick blood vessels and very tight muscle fibers, it is strictly not suitable for steaks and will be difficult to cook.

However, the direction of the muscle fibers of this piece of meat is more similar to a subtle unsealed O-shape, and the kitten's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The legendary'slot'..."

Bai Xiaomao didn't know what the professional chef called this piece of meat. This was the professional "term" she and her assistant came up with after dissecting and slicing a number of plain-looking pigs and cows.

This piece of meat comes from around the femoral head of the hind leg. The black mountain wild boar of normal size can produce about three to five taels, while the cattle are eight taels to one catty. It always protects the thighs from one side in an unsealed circle. The bones, like a warm scarf, are well protected, and like a faithful licking dog, they are full of desire to complain.

Perhaps it is due to the saying that things must be reversed. The hind legs were originally a world full of muscle sticks. However, there is always such a hob groove in the center of these muscle sticks, which is not moving and very weak to be bullied. The taste is more tender and juicy.

The selection of the materials alone has made the kitten feel a little amazing and unusual.

"And what surprises will it bring to this girl?"

Each slice of beef is exactly 1.3 cm thick, which is thick enough to ensure a full bite without making the cheeks feel too laborious. The unsealed O-shape rotates at a subtle angle and is cut with precision. At the same time that a bowl was filled, even the shape and bending angle of the meat itself did not change at all.

"Such knife skills are really enjoyable. Even in the laboratory, it is difficult to find such precise techniques."

Bai Xiaoxiao had seen enough and satisfied, then put the meat into his mouth.

The tip of the tongue is gently squeezed, warm, moist, juicy, and lingering, and the feeling of touching the beef is like a deep kiss in the fantasy of a 17.8-year-old girl-such as the fantasy of Bai Xiaoxiao.

Girls, girls always need fantasy, and the feelings of girls are always wet.

"Well..."

Bai Xiaoxiao squinted happily.

"I really like... the smell of olive oil rather than the smutty butter..."

Bai Xiaomao thinks that the cook who makes this steak rice bowl must be the cutest roundworm in his stomach.

His whole appearance will be as fresh and refreshing as the olive oil used for frying steaks. Perhaps after he is sliced, he will be different from the plain and greasy glamorous products of the back chef.

Well, the texture will be clear and clear, and the body fat numbers must be very beautiful.

The steak with almost no seasoning made Bai Xiaomao eat a mouthful of beef flavor, with big wet eyes, fine sweat on his smooth forehead, and an extremely happy look.

The kitten again picked up a piece of beef and dipped it in the wasabi sauce.

"Ahhh~"

It is sweet and spicy, and the tenderness of the beef gives the mouth a wonderful feeling, which is like a deep kiss with the smell of wasabi sauce!

(Uh...)

(Excuseme???)

Now the nose of the kitten started to sweat.

She is not a girl who can eat spicy food, but she can't stop looking for the rare sweetness in the delicate wasabi sauce.

The little girl began to fantasize again. She believed that there must be a hidden paradise with high mountains and clear waters in the restaurant. Otherwise, how could it be possible to grow wasabi with such a wonderful taste?

Several mouthfuls of verdant green rice and rice were served separately with three flavors of beef dipped in sauce, and the little girl almost completed a timeless image of fluttering clothes in her mind.

——That is a handsome chef who is on the top of the mountain, is a knight with sword, and can embroider with his own BGM.

It makes Meow shy!

Bai Xiaoxiao has already thought about the most romantic love story in the world. It is you who come to dissect and I will give you a scalpel...

The light reflected in the eyes of the kitten,

"The different restaurant must have changed chefs, definitely, maybe even the boss has changed!"

Seeing this and hearing this, Xiao Ai is on the verge of collapse, he closed his eyes in pain, opened his mouth and bit his palm.

"woo woo woo woo..."

When we change our angle of view, we can see that the weird-looking Lao Hu, holding the wine jar and his own bad snake core, pouting his butt and quietly retreating to the door of the meeting room.

The old dean suddenly said loudly,

"Lao Hu, what are you doing?"

Old Hu shook suddenly, walked with a awkward smile, and put the wine jar back to its original position on the table.

"Ha ha ha..."

The old dean has a beard and a shrewd face.

"I stared at you long ago! Want to swallow alcohol again? Can you finish drinking?"

Old Hu lied up and said,

"If I can't finish drinking, I won't save it and drink it next time?"

The old dean said it was difficult to understand, referring to the super big rainbow lobster and grouper,

"Hey, don't eat so many goodies!"

The old babble crooked,

"Aren't you old guys getting angry? Didn't you make your urine yellow? That's how you eat raw seafood to get rid of the fire?"

Old Hu looked like a mirror in his heart--

A jar of wine is worth 3,000 circulation points, not to mention the curious snake core on this plate. Lao Tzu is reluctant to share a bite with you old rascal!

To say that Lao Hu is different from others, huh?

He has been to Yanhui Mountain more than once or twice, and he recognized the origin of this wine jar at a glance. The appearance and material are too special and conspicuous. There is no other place except Lin Chou...

Lao Hu no longer talks to the old dean, but just looks at the researcher Xiao Ai who has turned into a statue over the table.

"Oh... poor baby..."

Can I send takeaway orders to Yanhuishan just by sending it wrong?With this chance, why don’t you buy a lottery ticket?

The old guy was spitting out unpleasant old grooves in his heart, and his mood was complicated.

The old dean casually pulled out an arm-long wrench from under the large conference table, seeing the staff who were not qualified to order takeaways and had been working hard and showing seriousness with a chill + chills.

(This is a serious conference room, old dean, you know how to cut it! What kind of trick is to take out a wrench from under the conference table? It will make it unpleasant to have a meeting in the future?!)

The old dean gently tapped the mud seal on the wine jar with a wrench and removed it. The tempting aroma of wine immediately filled the meeting room. There was no fog or cloud in front of him, but it made people feel light and light. wonderland.

"hiss--"

The old dean took a long breath.

"This wine is too powerful. What kind of wine is this? I have never seen it before?" He felt his nose was a little hot, and it turned out to be a nosebleed. "Good guy or medicinal wine? This is too tonic!"

Lao Hu doesn't know how to say it. You can't say that this wine is a bad old man, right?

He is the dean of the research institute, and there are so many good things.

With this guy's habit of drinking so much, maybe he can easily take out the little blue pill he has collected for decades and drink a toast, guaranteeing that it is poisonous anyway, as long as it is not the poison of life, the old guy must be nothing.

While pouring wine into the glass, the old dean squinted Lao Hu triumphantly, but suddenly he found that a poor bug was holding a bowl of rice, quickly picking up a long strip of green oil in another food box that smelled like chewing wax.

The old dean said strangely,

"What do you eat?"

Xiao Ai gritted his teeth and said,

"grass!"

The old dean’s wrench immediately flew over,

"Kang Dang!"

The whole person casually overwhelmed the body with agile movements that did not meet the age,

"Lao Tzu has nothing to do with your mother!"

The poor screamed again and again,

"Ahhh, dean, I was wrong. I made a mistake. I said I ate grass, but don’t..."

"Hehe, eat lemons, I know that your mother squeezed out milk!"

"President, you don't make sense..."

The old dean readily took out another larger, thicker and darker wrench from under the conference table.

"Come, come, stop and stretch your head. I will show you a good thing, a good thing that can teach you the principles of life!"