Food King

Chapter 54

In Qingshan Town, outside the door of the black shop, three disciples of the Rebellion Sect fell to the ground, life or death unknown, a gust of wind came, carrying a little scorching heat, causing the willow leaves beside the door to make a slight rattling sound.

In the crowd of people on the avenue, occasionally someone would look over, but they just took a quick glance and then continued to leave. In a place like Qingshan Town, it was similar to the scene in front of us, but it couldn't be more normal.

However, there are still sharp-eyed people. After seeing the inverse patterns on the clothes of several people, they can't help but click their tongues secretly. Obviously, they also know the origins of these three people. Quite curious.

Wang Yan didn't know about these things outside, and he didn't care at all. After serving two side dishes to the old beggar, he started to deal with the snow drill.

This Snow Driller is white in color, shaped like a hunting rabbit, and is small in size. Although it is a Tier [-] monster, it does not have strong attack power.

The snow in the palm of the hand was limp and lifeless. Wang Yan skillfully hung it on the rope and then dropped it with a knife. He quickly peeled off the outermost layer of leather, cleaned it, and put it aside to dry the water.

The finished snow drill has a light yellow appearance and soft skin. After Wang Yan adds honey and other raw materials to spread a layer evenly, the spices used in the miso soup are mixed with seasonings and wrapped in a package, and then wrapped with a layer of sebum , sewn into Xuelidrill's abdominal cavity.

Everything is ready, in the rotating charcoal stove, as the oily incense wood is ignited, Wang Yan uses two iron rods to pass through the dried snow drill, and after placing it on the charcoal stove, it slowly rotates. stand up.

Wang Yan's nature is like this, once cooking dishes, he will become very focused, and will sprinkle some special seasonings from time to time, these seasonings are processed by Wang Yan himself, they will melt and penetrate when heated into the fleshy layer.

"Gudu." Fangyuan half squatted aside with bright eyes, panting heavily, staring at the slowly rotating snow drill on the oven, swallowing from time to time.

"It smells so good." Fang Yuan panted, watching the skin of the snow drill in front of him gradually turn golden, and watching Wang Yan sprinkle a little seasoning on it from time to time, and it was roasted quickly. After it dissipated, Fang Yuan gulped saliva, wishing he could go up and take a bite.

Wang Yan’s way of cooking this snow drill is based on the method of roasting suckling pig on the earth. After hanging the skin and water, dry the water. Although there is no oven, the oily wood with fruity aroma can produce the effect of grilling. , but it needs to be more perfect, plus the first-level monsters contain demon essence in their bodies. Although they have not yet formed a demon core, it is already a great supplement to the cultivator.

"This grilling method is the most traditional. It seems simple, but it is actually extremely difficult, because it is directly roasted, so the control of the heat is extremely strict. If the fire is high, the outside will be burnt but the inside will not be cooked; It affects the overall taste, and to make every inch of the skin and the inside evenly heated requires a certain amount of perception and eyesight to make the most delicious barbecue." Wang Yan said lightly, ignoring Fang Yuan's salivating appearance , although he also believed that Fang Yuan was a born dark cooking king, he still told him the techniques and precautions needed for barbecue.

"I will work hard and try to make the same delicious food as you one day." Fang Yuan patted his chest and said to Wang Yan, but his eyes still glanced greedily at the scented snow drill from time to time.

Time passed quietly, as the heat of the roasting was gradually increased, the snow drill on the oven made a screeching sound, the outer skin was roasted dark and buttery, and the fat in the body was fully volatilized When it comes out, when the tiny oil bubbles are churning outside the skin, they burst open continuously, releasing a strong and tangy smell. It made Fangyuan's eyes wide open, and he kept licking his somewhat dry lips.

In the hall, following the strong fragrance wafting out from the kitchen, the old beggar, who was already a little drowsy, sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and then his spirit suddenly shook.

"Oh, it's finally done." The old beggar was in high spirits. He looked at Fangyuan holding the oven and put it on the table in front of him. Looking at the hands of the future Wang Yan, the scorched and buttery snow drilled in the snow.

"Come on, come on, get it done quickly, but I'm so hungry." The old beggar said impatiently, watching Wang Yan put Xueli Drill on the oven with bright eyes, and immediately beamed with joy.

Seeing that the old beggar didn't have the demeanor of a master at all, Wang Yan shook his head, and when he reached out, he took out two cans of fruit wine and put them on the table, which made the old beggar feel very happy, and cast an appreciative look at Wang Yan, Then, he stretched out his hand and patted open one of the cans, and after gulping down two mouthfuls, his eyes fell on the baked snow in front of him.

"Okay," Wang Yan said softly, and with a flash of his fingertips, a ray of flame burned quickly, and quietly drilled into the sealed abdominal cavity of Drilling Snow. The sound resounded again, and a golden air flow, like liquid, quietly flowed out from the abdominal cavity, but it never dissipated. During the twisting, it turned into a miniature snow drill, and let out a silent cry to the sky. After the roar, it spread rapidly, at a speed visible to the naked eye, directly covering the entire snow inside and outside, and in a short time, the snow inside and outside the golden light shone, and the already strong fragrance became even more fragrant. .

The old beggar was full of enthusiasm, picked up a front leg, and tore it off. The browned front leg released a smell of barbecue, and there was a faint smell of fruit wood, which made the old beggar lick his lips and look at his hand. Forelegs in the middle, the outer skin is brown and crispy, the inner flesh is full of water, crystal clear, and the heat rises quietly, making the old beggar tear a piece of the entrance after swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

At the entrance of the front leg meat, a scorched and crunchy taste is directly conveyed to the senses, making the old beggar's face full of anticipation, the golden crispy skin penetrates between the teeth, and the moment it penetrates into the meat layer, the white Inside the fleshy layer, the well-preserved crystal clear soup is squeezed out, hot and fragrant, mixed with the rosin skin and the fresh and soft fleshy layer, and there is a faint fruity aroma, which is combined. An indescribably delicious taste made the old beggar's eyes light up.

"I'm afraid that no one in the entire Zhao Kingdom can match this superb cooking skill," the old beggar thought to himself, feeling extremely comfortable all over his body. After eating a mouthful of foreleg meat, his heart was filled with emotion, and his eyes also moved. Involuntarily, he swept over Wang Yan who was at the side.

"The inheritor of gourmet food?" the old beggar whispered in his heart, grabbed the wine jar in front of him, and poured down a mouthful of fruity and spicy fruit wine, and immediately felt extremely comfortable all over.

"Good wine and delicious food are nothing more than being a fairy." The old beggar said with a smile, chewing the delicious food in his mouth again, causing Fang Yuan who was not far away to swallow hard, and his stomach growled again. .

At the same time, at a hundred feet outside the black shop, seven or eight strong young men, full of murderous aura, came quickly towards the direction of the black shop, and behind them, there were one old and one young walking slowly. The old man was around sixty, wearing coarse linen clothes, he didn't look special, but a young man who followed him was full of respect, and that young man was Wang Yao.

"It's not good to provoke anyone, but I have come to provoke Ni Lianzong. This time, I am afraid that even if father is here, he will not be able to help you."

(End of this chapter)