Gourmet of Another World

Pfft, pfft...

It emerged from the space bag of the pedestrian system, landed on the table by a fat fish, clapped its tail constantly and made a fierce noise.

The gills of the fish opened slightly, spitting water vapor in their mouths, and their intense spirituality continued to spit out of their mouths.

This fish is called the Dragon Carp. It is a spiritual beast of the divine realm. The flesh is very good and has a wonderful taste.

The reason the pedestrian formula chooses this kind of spiritual beast is also well thought out. The system would have provided many fish spiritual beasts to the pedestrian formula. The pedestrian formula has been referenced, and eventually this carp was chosen.

Not because of the strength of the carp, but because the carp's fish is very similar to a species of fish from a previous life.

After all, the dish he chose to cook this time was the West Lake sugar vinegar fish, and the best ingredient he chose was the carp.

The gait also sees the fat fish chosen by the sniffer, which is a kind of cod.

According to the pedestrian speculation, the other party should want to make a pan-fried cod.

This is also a delicious dish.

People saw the fish on foot, and they saw the ugly fish again, all slightly stunned.

They have so far been unable to tell what kind of dish they are going to cook.

Smoke rose in the hand of the pedestrian formula, the dragonfly knife suddenly fell into his hand, ripe to play with a knife and flower, the gaze in the mouth of the pedestrian gently exhaled, eyes on the carp.

The tip of the knife was emptied over the fish and seemed to be looking for the location of the knife.

A long time later, the gait finally came down.

After playing with the knife, if the rear dish knife comes out like lightning, it is instantly on the fish body, and it crosses.

Pull, pull, pull!

It was like the sound of iron and steel, and a piece of fish like a flying knife burst out.

That crude gesture surprised everyone.

The gait was faint. There was no surprise at all. After scratching the scales on one side, he grabbed the tail and tossed it. At once, the fish turned over, the knife lay down, and the sound of iron and steel sounded again.

The scales splashed, and soon, the whole fish was treated.

The fish removes the mumps, the fish removes the viscera… a series of actions run through the clouds.

But the gait was a lot rougher than the scandal.

If sniffing people's ugly way of treating fish is to be a gentleman, then the formula is like a maniac... not gentle at all.

But even if it's not gentle, it doesn't affect that particular aesthetic.

Far away.

The intense smell of fish flesh has floated, and everyone can't help but soak up their noses and deeply inhale the fragrance that pervades the air.

Beyond the barrier, the rain fell and fell on the light screen, splitting it apart and flowing all over the floor.

Inside the barrier, quiet and silent, everyone is watching the cooking bucket for two.

The smell of ugly concentrated god is frying this cod meat, which is very special and very tested his control of the flames.

So he dared not relax at all.

His spiritual strength seemed to materialize and diffuse from time to time, completely overshadowing the pan.

Consciousness makes the surrounding space a little cloudy.

His mental strength is so strong that his grasp of the fire is even more considerate.

The flesh of the cod has begun to glow yellow, and the fragrance has drifted out like a wire into the nose of a human being.

Many have begun to shout and marvel.

Because they found out that Mr. Bo's cooking skills seemed to be suppressed...

On the opposite side of the pedal, the pedal has just handled the fish, and the knife in the hand is on the back of the fish, crossing a trace.

As soon as you dump it, the fish meat falls into a large bowl ready for walking, filled with moist starch and evenly clad over the fish.

Xuanwu pot emerged in a black smoke, heavy, with a slight shock in the heart pressure.

A golden flame erupted in the gait mouth, and the flame burst into the bottom of the pan, burning up, causing the temperature in the baseball pan to climb at a rapid rate.

Pour the oil juice into the pan and the flame continues to burn, causing the temperature to get higher and higher. Finally, the oil in the pan splashes and nourishes.

After reaching out and sweeping on the surface of the pan and sensing the oil temperature in the pan, he grabbed the tail and put the treated fish in the pan.

As soon as the fish is in the pan, it instantly changes the oil juice in the pan and foams are constantly appearing.

Because the oil temperature in the pan is very high, after the fish meat enters the pan, the rapid reaction occurs, the cuts of the knife, more quickly open...

Fish meat began to turn golden.

Once the shovel was picked in the hand of the pedestrian, the fish meat was stirred up on top of the pan, so as not to make the fish stick to the bottom of the pan.

When the fish is cooked, it is convenient to push the fish to the side, form a bow and continue to fry the fish.

The next step is to make every part of the fish body uniformly affected by oil temperature.

The intense smell of fish flesh comes from the basalt pot.

Hot air surged, gathered over the pan, turned into a cloud of white gas, and shielded people from sight.

Once the shovel was picked, the fried fish was immediately taken out of the pan and placed in a prepared porcelain dish.

On the other hand, the pedestrian formula is to take a strain of psychic powder out of that system space bag.

The kitchen knife in his hand waved, turned into a stream of light, flashing, and cut that strain of psychotropic medicine into shredded foam.

A little oil goes into the pan, warms it up, and then pours the chopped powder into the pan.

Stir-fry the pan.

The fire rises and shines brightly.

Medicinal coriander spray thin and sprinkled all around.

A shovel was used to circle the pan, and the wet starch was poured into the pan by foot, making the soup in the pan a little thick.

Remove a black jar containing a sour vinegar with a rich acidity.

Sugar and vinegar fish are naturally sweet in addition to vinegar.

Place the ice sugar provided by the system into it, and cut it apart, and the thick soup is sticky and sweet.

Grunting.

The thick soup is boiling and bubbling.

Light on the steps, scoop up some of the soup entrance with a shovel, and the sour and sweet flavor is all over his palate.

Smashed his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, the hand flashed, Xuanwu pot floated, the pan shoveled, the hot thick sour sweet soup was scooped out, poured on the fried carp.

Psst!!

Hot air instantly spreads over the fish, and the fish seems to have a tsunami.

In the appalling eyes, the fried dragon carp shook suddenly, the tail turned up and the mouth opened.

Throw the shovel into the pan, step back on foot, exhale gently, wipe off some of the crisp soup on the porcelain plate and leave the dish spotless.

“West Lake sugar vinegar fish… done. ”

The pedestrian nodded satisfactorily, softly.

After all this, the gait is to raise your head and look at the scandal in the distance.

Ugly also finished cooking his dishes, his mouth curled, his heart seemed to feel, and he looked toward the gait.

Their eyes collided in the air.

There is no facial expression in walking, while the scandal is slightly lifted lips, eyes fall, and gazes at the gait.

“You're gonna lose!” Smells ugly, he's confident.

He is in a very good condition today, with almost no mistakes, whether it is the control of the flames or excessive spirituality in the dishes, which are perfectly achieved and completed.

In a white porcelain dish, a golden, brilliant, oiled cod meat continues to fragrance.

Ordered turquoise pepperoni leaves adorn the dishes, making the dishes quite beautiful.

The smeller nodded at the pedestrian side, holding onto the dish.

Beyond the light screen, the rain grew, and the loud rain kept pounding on the light screen, deafening.

But in the light, it was silent, everyone breathed deeply, and the atmosphere dared not come out.

Da-da-da-da.

The smeller walked in front of the pedestrian with his dishes in his hands.

“Boss Bao, the roasted cod below has been completed, do you not know if your dishes will be finished?” The smeller grinned and asked, his face was very confident.

He nodded his head on foot and single-handedly picked up the sugar and vinegar fish from Lake West and walked into the restaurant.

“How do you rate dishes?” The smeller asked ugly.

“Let's rate it.” Without turning back, the pedestrian walked straight into the shop, looking for a table and placing the dishes on it.

The smeller shrugged his shoulders, looked at everyone, didn't say anything, and placed the dishes on a table.

The language of the footsteps makes everyone slightly stunned.

The next moment, everyone will be surprised!

Let's give them a rating. What does Mr. Boo mean, let them rate? Does that mean they can taste both dishes?

People are so excited that it's hard to breathe, and the scent of the dishes in the air makes it a little hard for them to tolerate their appetite.

It is naturally a joy to be able to taste it yourself today.

Pluto scattered the light screen.

The rain above the heavenly dome suddenly fell mercilessly and crackled on the ground.

But the eaters didn't care. They were not weak enough to resist the rain, and their main focus was on the dish.

Everyone is holding chopsticks and waiting to taste the food.

Pluto squeezed ahead and showed some anticipation on his handsome face.

He grabbed the chopsticks, looked at the recipe for walking, and looked at the dish for smelling ugly.

Both are pretty good sellers.

Walking western lake sugar vinegar fish, as if it were glass poured, beautiful, crystal clear, fleshy, intense aroma, sugar vinegar soup just smells like a huge increase in appetite.

And the fried cod is as gorgeous as a nobleman, and the dishes are beautiful, and the fish meat oil is just right, like a piece of gold.

Pluto smashed his mouth, eventually choosing to sniff ugly fried cod first.

The fish flesh is crisp, chopsticks fall, a piece of meat is sandwiched, the fish flesh is golden, it has a warm atmosphere on it, it is impeccable.

Stuff the fish in your mouth.

Pluto's eyebrows suddenly picked, and the intense aroma blossomed in his mouth, as if it were a flood of exhalation, flooding and giving him a slight nod.

The fish is filled with the flavors of the ocean, as if to let the Pluto surf in the sea, withstand the brush of the waves.

That feeling of comfort makes the eyes of Pluto all show an exciting color!

“Delicious!” Pluto softly took a sip of heat and sighed.

The sniffer looked ugly at the man claiming to be Pluto and seemed to have been conquered by his own dishes, as well as his mouth.

The gait is calm and not panicky at all.

He had no interest in the scandalous and provocative eyes.

And after tasting the ugly fried cod, Pluto turned the chopsticks to the West Lake sugar vinegar fish.

Chopsticks fell and fish clamped.

The thick soup is like being pulled out of a thread, hot air rolling and sprayed with fragrance.

An entrance.

The eyes of the Pluto are bright.