I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

"Of course it's over! Seed players, just wait for the finals on October 23rd." Yan Ye's promotion certificate shook in front of You Youzi's eyes and said with a smile.

October 23, the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, which is commonly referred to as the Double Ninth Festival. On this day, the sun is at its peak, and fire-based cooking is naturally also the peak. On this day, there are countless The food luck, esophagus, food righteousness, and food voice left by the super chefs will be especially strong. Although ordinary chefs can't even raise the idea of ​​kitchen knives in this environment, for top chefs, it is an extreme Tempered.

"Yan Ye, what did you eat? I want to eat your dishes!" Rin, who was a step slower than You Youzi, also came to the front. At this moment, the young girl finally realized that her strength was low, even Daoxi I have to go back, and the desire for strength in my heart has been strengthened a bit.

"Of course I'm prepared." Yan Ye took out the food box from the bag, and put the balls into bowls separately—"I haven't tried it yet, let's eat together."

"Wow! Big meatballs!" Lin looked at a big meatball in the soup bowl that was a few times bigger than his small fist, her eyes gleaming.

"No, this is a lion head!" Youyouzi had hands on his hips, and finally had a chance to spread science to others, but she broke her [BEEP——]!

The main reason why You Yuzi knew this lion head was because Yan Ye used to make it with a passing wild boar monster eight hundred years ago, but at that time Yan Ye's knife and firework were worse than now, and there was no reason for the property. Soup, so overall it should not be comparable to this special lion head.

Although You Yuko enjoys this rare opportunity to explain to others, food is the top priority for her. It is not more than halfway through the history of the lion head that Yan Ye once talked about, and she can't help it. Floating into the bowl.

"Okay, okay, eat first. It's something you have brought back. Even if you have a gourmet box, it will become stale in a while." Yan Ye smiled and shook his head. How could it be stale. He was directly transported in the player's warehouse, and the time he was exposed to the outside world was no more than ten minutes, just like the one who just came out of the pot.

But what You Yuko wanted was only a step. When he heard this, he immediately picked up the soup bowl, picked up the lion head and bit off one third of it. Her small mouth was squirming back and forth, which looked like a funny comic. The same role in.

"I'm moving." Yan Ye folded her hands, and then used chopsticks to pick up the lion's head in her bowl. The meat was firm and firm. Even with the chopsticks, it was difficult to pinch it away. The teeth were bitten down and soft. But with quite a bit of strength, this is the reason why the lion's head needs to be dice instead of pureed.

The ratio of three fats to seven lean is just right. The diced pork cut into pomegranate seeds has the elasticity of a ball and the soft waxy of ordinary diced pork. It is fat but not greasy, tender and refreshing.

But the most essential thing is the horseshoes in this meatball.

The so-called horseshoe is not really a horse's hooves, but refers to a vegetable (fruit?) such as water chestnuts. The crispy and sweet taste is hidden in the gap between the meat and the meat, which suddenly pops out after a few chews. The little surprise adds a lot of freshness to the main theme of eating meat.

Just like the black and white keys of a piano, white and black, soft and crisp, salty and sweet, relatively but not obtrusive, people have to admire the wisdom of the ancients for cooking thousands of years ago.

(The lion head can be traced back to the Sui Dynasty)

After the initial amazing taste, the most important "taste" of the food began to spread on the tip of the tongue. The meatballs absorbed the umami taste of the top soup during the stewing process. After chewing carefully, the soup exploded in the mouth. .

There is no need for extra description, the entrance is a fresh word, this kind of umami taste that is slowly stewed with ingredients is far beyond any seasoning produced by modern science.

Whether you say it is ideal or illusion, even now it has been proven that the source of umami taste is amino acid and glutamic acid, but no matter MSG or chicken essence, it is far from reaching the deliciousness of even the most common chicken soup. .

Maybe in the future, the technology will be advanced enough to discover more delicious substances, but this is the taste of the ingredients alone and will never be out of date.

Fat meat, lean meat, horseshoes, obviously there are only three flavors in the main ingredients, but there seem to be thousands of changes in the mouth, just like a kaleidoscope, clearly structured, but as long as the slightest change, you can see completely different view.

A meatball was eaten soon, and Yan Ye took a sip from the soup bowl. The soup with the essence of the lion's head did not look dull. On the contrary, the aftertaste of the lion's head was set off because of its freshness.

The soup after a meal does not need to be too rich, it is the essence of cooking that makes people feel comfortable.

The warm Dingtang slipped into the viscera along the throat, and the whole person suddenly became warm.

It is the stewed lion head which is known as the healthiest way to eat pork.

Yan Ye slowly recovered from the emotion brought by the food, and saw You Youzi holding the bowl pitifully, with an expression of "I'm not full" and said: "Is there any more Yan Ye? Still want to eat!"

"The lion head is gone. After all, I'm going to the game. I can't make a small stove, right? But there is still some top soup. I'll get you some noodles?" Yan Ye took out a pot of clear soup directly from his pocket. Although he didn't feel embarrassed to ask for more ingredients, he moved back the whole pot of soup.

"I want too!" Lu Huang'er suddenly felt wrong after speaking. When she turned her head, she saw that Rin, who was supposed to be shouting with her, was actually holding her belly, with a face of "I'm full, what a pity"...

"Oh, it's really rare, wait a minute." Yan Ye saw Lu Huang'er's twitchy look, and didn't intend to tease her anymore, turned around and started to light the fire.

Although it was only noodles in clear broth, it was accompanied by the meticulously boiled top soup, which made Youyouzi satisfied, but when the night slowly fell, Yan Ye suddenly flashed an electric current in his mind, that kind of feeling

"Amuro, is that you?"

Well, of course Yan Ye is not nt, but this feeling made him play with it for the first time.

But then, a voice slowly rang in his ears

"Unexpectedly, it is fate to meet a donor here, good, good..."

ps1: The year and month of birth and death I said is just a kind of ridicule. Simply put, it is the time of birth and the time of eating. Just like people get angry in some seasons and weak in health, animals and plants will be different in different seasons. For physical signs, high-end dishes are to be considered, but they will not be accurate to the heavens-except for a few who pay attention to the specific solar terms.

Give an example that many people know-Laba garlic.

To put it simply, this thing is pickled garlic in vinegar. Just put the new garlic in the vinegar on the eighth day of the lunar month. But until last year, my mother said that the eighth day of the laba garlic can only turn green if pickled on the eighth day... This is a typical requirement. Years and months are not it?

By the way, the original intention of Laba Garlic is to settle the accounts. Simply put, it is not easy to say that it is not easy for you to ask others for the New Year's Eve. Taking a can of Laba Garlic means that we should settle the accounts.This is a kind of euphemism unique to the Chinese.

ps2: Shaolin Temple has a dark culinary heritage, but it has "put down the butcher knife". The Yaxuan family has left the dark culinary world. The inheritance is only cooking skills rather than thoughts. Tang Niu is not because of learning cooking skills, but Because he wants to control people's hearts with cooking, this is the thinking of the dark cooking world.

Chapter 297 Before the Game

Hearing this voice, Yan Ye immediately opened the door. No surprise, the Taoist monk wearing a cap and robes appeared.

"It turned out to be Master Abbot. It has been a long time." Yan Ye clasped his fists and bowed his hand, with a smile on his face. Although theoretically it should be called the law name at this time, Yan Ye didn't want to call out that first name.

"Before I sensed the donor's anger, so I came to recount the old." The abbot said with a smile, but before he finished speaking, there was a series of rapid footsteps coming from the corridor, and soon there was a group of HOTEL GOURMET security guards. He rushed out and saw Yan Ye immediately bent over to apologize: "Sorry, this guy didn't know what was going on, so he broke in directly and couldn't stop him... Let's blast him away..."

After speaking, the security guard planned to do it, but Yan Ye couldn't make the abbot lose face, and immediately waved his hand and said, "No, this is my guest..."

"But..." The security guard seemed to hesitate a bit, but thinking about the professional hunters living here, he shook his head and stepped back, saying that these professional hunters have different styles from ordinary people, but all of them are different. He is a master and he has fulfilled his duties. As for other things, he can do whatever he wants.

"I saw an acquaintance before, I was anxious for a while, but I forgot to tell it. It was really rude..." The abbot still looked grinning, he couldn't see the embarrassment at all, and people couldn't help but sigh that the golden bell was really real. Can practice to the skin.

"It's okay, let's go in and talk." Yan Ye informed You Youzi to take Lin and the others back to the bedroom, and then led the abbot into the living room. The moment his old man walked in, Yan Ye felt a subtle mood swing. .

Obviously he has the strength, but he is willing to endure poverty. The way of self-cultivation in the Central Plains is really speechless.

Yan Ye was slanderous, but thinking about the economic background of the Central Plains nowadays, he shook his head, but asked the abbot to sit down, and then made two cups of dragon blood bamboo tea.

Of course, there is no Lanlong Tears.

The abbot just watched Yan Ye boil the tea with water, without a word, waited until the tea was on the table, picked up the teacup, and watched, smelled, and breathed out a sigh of heat.

The white breath did not go away, flew ten meters away, until it hit the wall, and then suddenly dispersed.

Although Yan Ye can exhale like an arrow with Bai Yunyan's ability to strengthen his lungs, he cannot send and receive as freely as the abbot. If he comes, this breath will inevitably leave a hole in the wall, and he cannot maintain cohesion. At the same time, it eliminated the power of the air arrow itself.

With his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that the abbot's inhalation was not a deliberate show off, but a pure instinctive reaction.

"This great monk is stronger than I thought!" Yan Ye sighed in his heart. When he started, he thought that this great monk had a level of seven or eight hundred and it would be great. A sea monster dormant in the small fish pond.

Uh, I don't know when, level seven or eight hundred is no longer a sea monster in Yan Ye's eyes?

"It seems that the donor has realized it." The abbot slowly put down the teacup, with a slightly wretched smile on the corner of his mouth, Yan Ye nodded, but respectfully said: "It all depends on the cultivation of the master."

"It has nothing to do with me. Although the incense in my temple does not flourish, there are still a few apprentices every year, but those who can get to this point are just talking about a few people. The donor does not have to be self-effacing." The abbot shook his head. His face suddenly changed, "It's just that Chef Shi is undecided, but the esophagus is a bit mixed, but strangely, this kind of esophagus is wrapped together by a power..."

"Um..." Yan Ye heard the master speak like this, but he snorted in his heart. He did not follow the path of enlightenment of the traditional Central Plains chefs, and did not deliberately pursue any food righteousness and food way. Cooking depends on the ingredients. Follow the fate, the cooking skills trained from this will naturally be a little messy.

However, the abbot, as an expert, even if he is a demon monk, is so taller than himself in the kitchen that he doesn't know where he is. At this time, listening to him is not wrong.