Doomsday Pavilion

When the three people and an uncle warlock were finished arguing, they found that Lin Chou hadn't been waiting anymore and was done.

"..."

Huang Dashan said silently,

"Well, pickled raw is also good."

"Yes, yes, good, very good."

"Emmm..."

Feeling hurt, we are fighting here to death, and co-authoring you are just asking casually, right.

Shan Ye raised his eyebrows at Sikong,

"Today are all good food for wine, how many mouthfuls?"

Sikong's face is full of question marks, do you think my small physique seems to have the conditions for those whole mouthfuls?

But the warlock and Wu Ke said in unison,

"whole!"

Of course, it is limited to beer, Shan Ye's drought-resistant barrel-level big wine bag, drinking Qingquanshan, he has to be regarded as bullying.

When Lin Chou came out with a big big pot of raw pickled crabs, several guys were already full of alcohol.

Lin Shou is happy,

"What do you mean by this?"

"Hiccup~" Wu Ke said, "The weather is too hot and you have to drink some ice, and I feel almost out of breath."

Lin Chou nodded,

"Charcoal-grilled long-legged prawns, raw pickled blood cockles, raw pickled blue crabs, stir-fried octopus, oyster dishes, well, there is a cress stew on the stove, but it will take a while."

Boss Lin habitually talks to a few people about his most anticipated dishes——

Uh, but this group of carnivores, apart from Sikong, who showed a slight loss of expectation for the face, the others didn't even react.

Water celery?!

???

Ah!

What's that stuff?

Brother, I’ve been stealing for so many years. Is it easy to live? I, I have to eat meat to know, who is the decent person to eat wild vegetables!

Lin Chou took a bottle of beer and flicked the bottle cap with his fingers.

"Tons, tons, huh~"

Boss Lin usually sips at most two sips of rice wine for cooking, and the white wine is almost non-stick.

However, on a hot day, there is still a certain enthusiasm for this beer with ice flowers-I always feel that drinking this thing is much cooler than happy water, and it is refreshing.

After half a bottle of cold beer, the sweat from the kitchen seemed to disappear.

"Come on, Lord Shan, give me control of Sikong! Good job, Si Mou, I just listened to what you said."

"Come on, leave it to Grandpa Dashan, quack," Shanye barked his teeth savagely, and he could see 16 teeth and the small tongue croaking behind him, "Come on, be happy, yeah, strong man locks men on men and adds men."

"Let it go, let it go, damn fucking..."

This thing, Umi, doesn't actually look so scary.

They are all carefully selected by Lin Chou. Each black powder-covered ume film is particularly complete. After a simple and spicy stir-fry with thick oil and red sauce, the black inside faintly reflects a dark trace through the film, and the surface is oily. Diligently shining, dotted with red peppers and rich soup immersed in the bottom of the plate.

Shan Ye snorted,

"It looks pretty good. I remember that we ate raw food when we were young, and it was very sweet with a bite."

Lin Chou picked a spindle-shaped Umi about the size of Si Kong’s nose and clamped it on his chopsticks.

"Yeah, Lord Shan still has this experience. I also ate it when I was a kid, raw and roasted, but after eating it, I was always beaten. You know, that thing is stained on clothes, and it’s for my old man. How difficult it is for a straight steel man to wash it off."

"Wait?" Shan Ye frowned and realized that things were not simple, "Your dad actually washed you clothes?? You can't tell where Lao Tzu's clothes are stained with Umi black powder!"

"..."

This topic is too dirty... ah no... too heavy, ignore it.

Sikong struggled in vain, still being pinched by Shan Ye’s two fingers on his cheek, he squeezed his mouth abruptly, Shan Ye was still making a sound.

"Look, this little face is tender, like a squeeze of a pack of water, quack, I find a girl in Hualiu Alley that is not so tender... ahem... ahem... I didn't hear anything, right, huh?!"

Sikong's eyes were horrified, and he uttered a few words laboriously.

"Then what is swimming in the soup, what is it? I saw it, it moved... It's a bug, it's a bug!"

Lin Chou and Shan Ye's eyes fell on the plate.

"Uh... it's just the leaking black powder. I have cleaned up the bugs from wherever they came. Don't lie to yourself."

"Ah...open your mouth...come...good..."

After a thrilling feeding, Shan Ye finally let go of poor Sikong.

Sikong's face was wrinkled.

"This taste, vomiting, it feels like chewing a half-dried crisp sponge, you know, and the old radish with scum..."

"and many more?"

"I will taste..."

Master Sikong suddenly stopped talking.

Also, wherever he was, he had eaten this food, probably because his cognition of food was subverted again.

Lin Chou, Huang Dashan, Wu Ke, and a group of unscrupulous guys ignored him, dropping chopsticks to taste this common and unusual ingredient.

In fact, the taste of Umi is not as unbearable as Master Sagong said. Who would let him bring innate resistance?

First of all, the outer film of Umi is a kind of smooth and tough with one bite.

Well, how should I describe it, it actually resembles Xue Meiniang's taste, very very similar.

There is a bag of black powder inside, slightly smooth, dipped in soup, and unusually fluffy. Wait a second for your mouth to adapt to this taste, and you will notice that it even has a sweetness that is not lost to seafood.

Wu Ke took a sip of beer,

"Ha, this thing is so sweet, sweet and spicy, it's not bad!"

A mouth reveals the black teeth covered with black powder, which is particularly frightening.

Sikong was full of burps at the sight.

"Don't, don't talk, these teeth give me a bad association."

Shan Ye said,

"Sure enough, I was right. They are really good dishes to go with wine. Hey, I will try this crab..."

Lin Chou has made this kind of raw pickled crabs before, such as drunk crabs and snare crabs, but it seems that the way they do this time is a little different.

The rich soup reveals a slightly acidic aroma mixed with sharp coriander and garlic.

I randomly found a crab and opened its back shell, which was full of ointment.

The original orange-yellow ointment was also stained by the rich soy sauce color, turning into a yellow-to-black color, and due to the infiltration of salt, the ointment and meat were actually somewhat shrunk. The second appearance, but this will not make the ointment, meat and shell stick to each other, it is very convenient to eat.

"Sucking~"

Huang Dashan has never been a pity and cherishment. He sucked the whole shell of ointment into his mouth in one bite.

"Cool! This taste is a bit unique, it is actually pickled with vinegar?"

Sikong's eating style is much more elegant, take chopsticks and small spoons into his mouth a little bit to taste carefully, then disdain,

"You can call your mouth? Shame! Where is the vinegar? If I'm not mistaken, the sourness should be a mixture of orange vinegar and little lime juice, right?"