Doomsday Pavilion

Shen Daru exhaled heavily before opening his eyes again.

The cut edges and corners of the bonito flakes in the plate can be seen slightly grilled, and the sauce in the bowl has a strange mixed fragrance.

The bright and simple ingredients in the cyan stone plate, pink fish belly, and white dipping saucer are very comfortable on the look and feel.

As an arrogant gourmet, Shen Daru has never eaten bonito sashimi a few times.

Bonito is a red-flesh fish. The red color of the fish is very strong. Compared with other tuna species, the bonito is thicker in terms of smell, taste and color.

The bonito flakes that bloomed like flowers on the plate showed a faint pink color. The well-informed Shen Daru knew that this was not caused by the loss of water after the fish was grilled.

The powdery meat seems to be scattered with fine snow spots, and there is no trace of white intermuscular fat, which is the proof.

This means that the high degree of fusion of fish fat and fish meat has reached a near-perfect level.

Picking up a piece of fish with chopsticks, placing it on the tip of the nose and sniffing it gently, it exudes a wonderful smell similar to milk.

Not paired with any sauces, Shen Daru puts this piece of sashimi in his mouth. It is fresh, smooth, tender, and has a very subtle roasted taste.

"The aftertaste is endless, the aftertaste is endless!"

Shen Daru couldn't help but sighed that he was extremely satisfied with the bonito meat.

Shen Daru insists that food is extremely extreme, both extreme complexity and extreme simplicity, and those in the middle of the two are often vulgar and vulgar, not worth mentioning.

Pick up a slice again and immerse it in the sauce. Use the fish fillet on the chopsticks to slightly squeeze the lemon to get a fuller fusion. After leaving the sauce, the fish is immersed in the juice, as if it is several times more tender and thin. Light refracts from all angles.

For a moment, Shen Daru suddenly felt sorrow and panic. This crystal-clear fish meal made people feel distressed and pitiful.

It seems that in the next breath, it will melt directly into the air like this.

Shen Daru dragged the sashimi with his palm and quickly put this piece of sashimi in his mouth.

The seemingly simple taste of the sauce surprised him.

"This technique... Mr. Lin uses oil and vinegar sauce?"

Lin Chou nodded and smiled, "Yes, it's just that many ingredients can't be found, and the ancient taste of vinaigrette cannot be fully restored."

Shen Darudao,

"No, I insist that Mr. Lin's vinaigrette is perfect and more suitable for Mingguang people's taste."

Shen Daru blinked, "If there is a glass of fruit wine, that would be great."

Lin Chou said sorry,

"There is only Qingquan Mountain, and the other wine...Mr. Shen is an ordinary person."

Shen Daru nodded clearly, while enjoying the bonito sashimi, "Such a wonderful sashimi should be paired with a good ice wine. It's a pity, it doesn't make any difference."

Shan Ye looked a little enthusiastic, but if he was asked to spend tens of thousands of circulation points to eat food made with such non-grade raw materials, he refused 10,000. Only the idiots in the Shangcheng District could do such a thing. Such as this cheeky old man.

"Hey, hey, where is Lao Tzu's big piece of meat?"

Lin Chou was speechless. He crackled and smashed the garlic, a bowl of soy sauce garlic, a bowl of boiled wild boar, steaming, and the meat fragrant.

Shan Ye dipped in the garlic, slurped off half a catty of meat in one bite, and said disdainfully,

"What can you eat with raw meat, a little bit big...Eating a big piece of meat, drinking a big bowl, that's the meaning of living!"

"Also, I said, this old man, you are an ordinary person, you are not even a warrior, you have no origin in your body, so you are not afraid of eating raw meat and infecting something like parasites?"

Shen Daru said, "Everything in the sea is very clean."

"Ah!"

Shan Ye almost wrote the two characters Shabi on his face.

Lin Chou coughed,

"There is a very interesting saying that organisms in the sea can be eaten raw, not because of how clean they are without bacteria and parasites, but most of the parasites in the sea cannot adapt to the internal environment of the human body to survive, including salinity and pH. Wait, of course, the evolutionary can ignore these completely."

The Lord Shan pondered for a while, "Cercus!"

However, he really couldn't think of any reason to defeat Lin Chou's claim from a technical point of view.

Such sayings as heard, legends, etc., are like two horse poets who were inferior to you in the spring breeze before the cataclysm. His comments are vulgar and vulgar, but when you think about it, what he said is really **** reasonable.

Watching others eat, you can see that you are full or hungry, and you can also see that you have no appetite.

I saw that Lord Shan killed a whole pot of wild boar, the bones were all chewed up and the marrow was sucked up, without a full hiccup.

Shen Daru was taken aback when he saw it, and he suffocated a sentence for a long time.

"I am a little envious of Mr. Huang's good appetite."

Shan Ye's anger was half vented, and he muttered,

"I have a good appetite... I can't eat it when I want to eat it! What about that, Brother Lin, pack me a hundred salt-baked chicken, I'm going to the far door."

Lin Chou asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

Shan Ye trembling his legs and picking his teeth, "Luan Shan!"

Just when Lin Chou felt a little familiar, he heard Shen Daru exclaimed, "Luan Mountain? That mountain range is three thousand kilometers away from the base city, and there is a huge swamp in the middle, with countless monsters and magic plants. , Extremely dangerous, what are you doing there!"

Shan Ye raised his eyelids, "The white rabbit has to go to the base city once a year for task assignment."

How many kilometers?

Lin Chou sealed a pot of salt-baked chicken and began to make noodles, "When will we leave?"

"Leave at night."

Lin Chou nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's too late, is there a refrigerator in the car, I will steam two steamed buns, you take them to eat on the road."

The muscles on Huang Dashan's face twitched, a little moved, but his mouth said,

"I just set up a communication base station, and just go back. A few dried chickens are enough to eat to relieve gluttons. What kind of buns should be brought and the refrigerator has to be put in the refrigerator. There is no place to hold it!"

Lin Chou didn't bother to take care of the goods, "Maybe I can help when it's critical, just be conservative."

"I said, Brother Lin, you are like a new daughter-in-law when the head of the family is away from home, hahaha..."

"Huh!"

A huge rolling pin leaped into the air, and directly pulled Huang Dashan from the chair to the ground, and the hard cedar rolling pin was broken into seventeen or eight knots.

Shen Daru stood up in shock, his legs trembling.

Huang Dashan touched his forehead, nothing happened, and he was still smiling when he got up.

"Yes? Unhappy? Exasperated into anger?"

"Huh!"

This time it was a heavy cast iron pan with a diameter of half a meter. Huang Dashan spun to the door, bursting out a series of screams.

"Lin Chou, your uncle, Lao Tzu's beard!"

The cast iron pan was just taken off the fire, but it was still red, and the beard of Shan Ye did not grow a three-centimeter beard, and it was burnt again.

Huang Dashan, Bai Qiongshou and others are Lin Chou's first batch of loyal customers. Lin Chou is very concerned about the dangers in the wilderness, and more protection is always good.

Lin Chou shook his head and comforted himself with a straight face.

In jargon, this group of gadgets is very oily, and the future earnings will all belong to the circulation of the handsome-at least part of it is, how can it be so easy for them to jump out of their pockets?

Whether it's a swamp or a monster plant, want to make Lao Tzu's idea of ​​circulation?

no way!

Believe it or not, you guys are all thrown to death? !