Gourmet of Another World

“What did you say?!” Ouyang Xiaoyi was very unhappy. She sipped loudly and stared at Zhao Rusong.

What kind of john's liquor is that worth the stinking boss's entire restaurant? Zhao Ruge's brain is caught in the door, right? Does he know what Mr. Bo's restaurant is? Although it's precious, it's barely 500 gold in a bowl, and it's not even worth the usual egg fried rice of the owner!

“Ouyang Xiaoyi, is Ben wrong? How much is a tiny shop like that worth in an alley where birds don't shit?” Zhao Ruge grinned and said, "I don't give a shit about Little Lori's flaming eyes.

“Hmm! That's what you said revealed, you've never eaten a stinking boss's dish!” Ouyang Xiaoyi snorted and turned her head in disdain: “If you had eaten, you wouldn't have said that. You could have pulled any guy who had eaten dishes in the shop of Mr. Bao, and their answer would never be as ignorant as yours. ”

“Ignorance is not scary. What's scary is that you come out of ignorance and beep! ”

Zhao Rugao's handsome face was dark and he almost didn't get pissed and spit blood. How could he not have found this Ouyang Xiaoyi's mouth so poisonous before! Lori will never marry again!

Xiao Yanyu and others saw that Zhao Rusheng, who ate, couldn't help laughing, which made Zhao Rusheng's face even darker, as if he felt that the world was laughing at him.

And as he thought, Xiao Yanyu and others laughed at his ignorance.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please taste this wine from His Majesty's Royal Highness.” Digital voices were soft and foamy. The beautiful lady of the palace, with her beautiful figure, came to Zhao Ruge and others' table with the Qingyu Tan model. She poured them wine carefully.

“The Emperor has a supply of more than 2,000 altars a year. This time His Majesty celebrated General Xiao's celebration, and brought out 500 altars to welcome you, so you can have a taste of this beautiful bar that you will never taste in a small shop!” Zhao Rusheng started drinking and smiled coldly.

Xiao Xiaolong and Ouyang's three brothers have long been caught in the wine and cannot pull themselves out.

“Huh! Who told you there was no booze at the old man's? The boss is making it! I can get out today!” Ouyang Xiaoyi said in disgust.

Zhao Rusinging's eyes lit up, “Oh, let's just bet on one. Can the wine in that tiny shop compare to this Jong-jade liquid? ”

“How dare you talk to my little sister about gambling?!” Ouyang Xiaoyi hasn't promised yet, Ouyang Sanbarb over there won't like it.

Their Ouyang family has always attached great importance to the education of future generations, especially Ouyang Xiaoyi. During the week, they urged Ouyang Xiaoyi to practice martial arts, embroidery, and develop as much as possible into an all-powerful young girl of German intellectual beauty.

This Zhao Ruzhangkou is just one bet. Is this the one who wants to teach bad girls?

“I'll bet you.” Ouyang san barely prevented Ouyang Xiaoyi and Zhao Ruge from betting, but while Xiao Yanyu quietly opened his pink red lips and whispered.

Everyone is a fool. Goddess Shaw wants to bet with Zhao Ruge?

“Well, if you lose, Goddess Shaw will join me for a night out on the lake.” Zhao Rusheng was ecstatic in his heart. Xiao Yanyu, who had always been calm, also had impulses.

Xiao Yanyu smiled slightly, and the beauty of Furong blossomed, fascinating everyone.

“Okay, but if you lose, bet five pints on Qi Dan.” Shaw's smoke and rain were as faint as water, as the voices of the empty valley Inge sounded like Thunder blasting on Zhao Rusong's ears.

“This... five pints of Qi Dan, wouldn't you...” Zhao Ruge hesitated. Seriously, if the bet was Qi Dan, he really couldn't lose.

“You bet on my sister, you bet on Goddess Shaw, you're a fucking pussy? Do you despise my little sister or what?” Ouyang really raised his hand, opened his eyes and drank.

“He's afraid of losing.” Ouyang Xiaoyi hugged his chest with both hands and smiled cold.

He's gonna lose? The magic machine counts as Zhao Ruge. When he is a three-pin warrior, he can kill a five-pin warrior. He will be afraid to lose... Oh no, he will lose?

“Bet! I really don't believe it. What good wine can that tiny shop have?” Zhao Ruge snorted.

……

During the celebration of the feast at Daiyung Palace, he walked back into his kitchen and joyfully sharpened his knife, Jojo, towards the pork.

He removed the ingredients prepared by the system from the cabinet.

Drunken ribs, the meat used is pork backbone meat, cut the bone meat first with a vegetable knife, apply starch, put it in a frying pan, and finally add the special sour and sweet drunk juice is a great success.

The pork on the caseboard is not a flaming pork wrapped in wheat. This time, the pork is fresh and full of spirituality, and the stripes on it are bright, such as the inscriptions in the characters, which at first glance are not ordinary pork.

“This pork comes from the five spiritual beasts of Tianshang Mountain, running cloud pig, its fur between black and white, white hair like clouds floating and moving very fast, so it is become a running cloud, running cloud pig thigh meat has a very poor healthy and solid taste, but its back vertebrae range meat, fresh, full of spiritual energy, is the finest good meat. ”

The flesh of the Five Pints Spirit Beast... This is very precious, the gait eyes lit up, pulling out the knife to the spine here is chopped off, one knife goes down, it is not chopped, the resilience even gave way to the square arm some numbness.

“Five Pints of Spiritual Beast meat is truly extraordinary...” Walking sighed, continuing to chop meat, slapping meat...

After splitting the meat into strips, it is placed in just fine-tuned starch pulp, which is also very promising and appears to be made of sweet potatoes in the middle desert of the Fresh Wind Empire.

All the meat was wrapped in starch, and the easy step was to start preparing the oil pan. He used good oil, poured half a pot, and waited for the oil temperature to rise.

The palm of the hand is touched above the oil surface to feel the impact of the silk hot gas. When the hot air reaches the point where it is just hot, it is convenient to put the meat lumps wrapped in starch into the oil pan.

Nutrition!

The meat chunks flipped quickly in the oil pan, and the starch quickly turned tender yellow...

With a long chopstick, this piece of meat is constantly flipped in the oil pan with incredible skill, ensuring that each piece of meat is perfectly heated and that the meat taste of the piece is consistent.

When the starch outside the meat chunks gets a little yellow, it's easy to take all the meat out and put it in a large ceramic bowl, and the starch surface is sprayed with oil juice.

Drunk juice is made with more proficient walking recipes, the system is all prepared with the materials, and the amount of materials used is the feeling of walking.

Soon, the orange drunk juice was finished, while the meat chunks in the pottery bowl cooled slightly. Although still hot, the oil juice on the starch surface had calmed down, pouring the drunk juice into it, and then mixing it gently for a while was ready to plate.

Mixing gently from the intoxicated juice into the meat, this process does not exceed thirty seconds, which is a great test of the walking technique, because it must be quick in order for the intoxicated juice to just wrap around the surface of the meat without becoming infiltrated differently, affecting the palate.

Place the drunken ribs into the oval porcelain plate, and a perfectly colorful drunken rib is done.

The sour, sweet aroma floats, constantly drilling into the nostrils of the walking formula, letting him swallow his mouth.

Picking up a pair of bamboo chopsticks, walking with drunken ribs, came to the store, walking all the way, along the fragrance pavement, making the pedestrian mouth teeth raw, can't wait.

Intoxicated ribs have a strong aroma with sweet and sour notes of meat.

The big black dog lying at the door had his closed eyes open suddenly, as if it were a light bulb in the dark, brushing into a small shop.

So, the walking formula just clamped a drunken rib with chopsticks and before it was put in the mouth, it found a bright pair of dog eyes staring at him... delicious on the chopsticks.