Doomsday Pavilion

"Let me take a bite of this mussel..." said the warlock.

Looking at the pot of green wild vegetables that are shabu-shabu in the pot, although the green is very attractive, the warlock did not think that this method can be very delicious.

The shepherd’s purse with a bunch of white and fat rhizomes attached under the leaves looks unexpectedly good. After being dipped in water and boiled twice to make sure it has been perfectly filled with all kinds of words that hope is used for good taste. , Put it in your mouth.

"Ok?"

The well-mixed spicy water is tasted at first, and the strong and stimulating aroma of Mujiangzi immediately occupy the mouth, giving the taster a layer of cool texture, and then the spiciness blooms with refreshing. With a hint of sweet shepherd's purse, it is refreshing and crunchy.

Huang Dashan asked jokingly,

"How?"

"You wait..."

Uncle Warlock decisively gave up dipping in water, and instead picked up a chopstick nettle and put it in his mouth.

Although the young nettle leaves were rolled with water, they still seemed to retain the fine hairs on the leaves. When they touched the tip of the tongue, the touch became more obvious. Initially, they felt slightly rough and astringent, but chewed slightly. So it was changed to silky smooth-this is too contradictory.

The fresh nettles are like a girl with a breath of mountains and wilds. Without holding an umbrella, she walks slowly. The slightest bitterness and jerky are the finishing touches in the cold rain of early spring. .

"Huh? Didn't you just ate a vegetable leaf without oil or salt? I have opened a small theater?"

To have expectations is to put them into fantasies.

Uncle Warlock was probably disturbed by Huang Dashan...

Chatting,

"It's not bad!"

The warlock just killed a whole piece of beef steak. Even if it was placed in the stomach of the evolutionary, it was not so digestible. There were mussels to relieve the greasy, and he felt that his whole person became refreshed. A good guy who lives and lives, and even eats another ton.

A long piece of shepherd’s purse was passed in the bowl of spicy water with water mould beans, "sucking~", Shan Ye sucked it into his mouth like sucking noodles.

"Cool!"

"I haven't tasted this for a long time, you know, it's weird to say that at that time, everyone had a mussel in the end because of understanding Tao's fat elbow, but in the end I remembered it. There are only the taste of mussels and spicy water. You let me say, now I only know that the big elbow in my memory is delicious, but I can't remember how it is delicious and what it tastes like."

"Well," Lin Chou was holding a bitter bamboo shoot with fermented wine and biting it, "I also have this feeling. I have always been in the small shop in that alley at home, and I can still eat and wear warmly. I occasionally spend a year. There are even a few circulation points in his hand. My dad’s craftsmanship is very good, but well..."

"Occasionally there is an aunt in the alley who carries a pole and sells small wontons. The small wontons are pinched like tadpoles, with a bean-sized filling inside. I can taste shrimp, pork, chicken, and a A little bit of cilantro, the tail is long and translucent, and the wonton itself is only as big as a little finger belly, not counting the tail. At that time, 1 circulation point is enough to eat several times, and the remaining times will be given by the aunt In the account, I basically eat it the next time she comes. It is delicious, especially delicious. It feels hundreds of times better than our old man’s craftsmanship. As a result, that bowl of wonton soup, I still have it. Can't learn that taste."

Lin Chou picked up a bamboo shoot again.

Peeled, the green and translucent white bamboo shoots are Microsoft, but they retain a certain degree of tenacity and can be bent more than 90 degrees without breaking. The sweet rice wine lees seems to make the texture of the bamboo shoots loose and transparent, making the bamboo shoots crispy. Yes, the liquid mixed with the sweet rice wine and the juice of the bamboo shoot itself spreads in the mouth, and the wine is dim.

"That's what it means," Huang Dashan said, "At that time, I felt that everything was good to eat. Now when I go back and look for it, I can find it just like I found the memory fragments from the past. I can't find it, and the taste is just broken."

"Try the blue abalone. It is recommended to eat cooked slices first. Both cooked slices and raw and cooked abalone liver sauce can be dipped in. I think the raw slices are best dipped in raw sauce.

"Didn't you get this before?"

"Slightly changed the same seasoning."

"Oh..."

The taste of the blue abalone is actually very amazing. The blue abalone weighing 3 kg is completely sliced ​​by Lin Chou into a palm-sized sheet that can transmit light.

Lin Sorrow said,

"Abalone is a very strange thing. It doesn't take enough time to cook. It is hard like a stone. I just cooked the blue abalone slightly and it will be cooked through. So sliced ​​into this kind of slices, it will only be crispy and not eaten. Hard, taste everything."

"Oh huh~" Uncle Warlock changed his expression pack again. "I like this cooked abalone liver sauce. It tastes like a rustle, the salty egg yolk feels like a sandy yolk, and it feels like foie gras when it reaches the mouth. , Rich and smooth, compared with the sauce, the meat quality of blue abalone is not so important."

Lin Chou said,

"In short, I like a little more raw abalone. Abalone liver sauce is also the best raw. I add a bit of raw egg liquid to it. It should taste better than what I cooked last time—well, it's not bad."

The uncle Warlock's mouth was full of rumblings, but he couldn't delay his speech at all. Anyway, this guy didn't need a mouth to speak at all. As we all know, the main function of the mouth is to balance the five senses and make them look more coordinated.

Of course, the mouth is not necessarily used for eating. If the Uncle Warlock is willing, he can put food in from any part of the body with holes or not, and it will not leak sideways at all.

"Isn’t seafood just a fresh word? The cooked abalone liver sauce should not be as good as raw sauce, but I just like it. It tastes great, and it feels... how do I say it? When eating Bawang’s meal in Bafanglou, it’s flame foie gras. This texture has the nobleness of foie gras. Just by looking at eating a little bit, you can perceive that this is an expensive dish—it doesn’t taste. So important, the important thing is that it makes me feel rich and advanced."

Huang Dashan & Lin Chou: "???"

Really? You can feel superior after eating a meal? How did this poor child become poor before? !

Everyone has done psychological construction for the poor of the uncle Warlock——

But I never expected that the uncle Warlock himself didn't have psychological construction. I'm afraid it has become a mental illness.

The warlock was still complacent and couldn't help himself.

"Oh, you said that if I made Xiaobawang's idea a reality sooner, would I have become rich a long time ago? This is called life, this is called life! What are the days I have lived before!"