Doomsday Pavilion

Shan Ye’s pair of rubber-worm-like heads and big tails have thick and straight eyebrows that flew up and down and danced with an eyebrow dance, their expressions were extremely sordid.

"Master Sagong, this is not right-isn't it that all men are changed from eels, you, actually, are afraid, eels?"

Shan Ye has a whole library in his mind, like a whole library, not to mention Sikong, it is estimated that the person has no sense of existence, but is actually the chairman of Shen Daru, who specializes in the study of ancient literature before the cataclysm. It was also at a loss for Shan Ye.

Sikong let out a very puzzled "Ah".

"Fixical? Besides, women are fickle, right..."

"This thing is slippery and sticky, and it is in the shape of a snake. Normal people can't have any feelings such as ‘like’ and ‘beautiful’ to it, right?"

Huang Dashan's face was full of weird expressions, "No matter how you quibble, you can't change an established fact."

"Perfect shape, just the right degree of lubrication, huh, the aesthetics of this world has been distorted by the cataclysm, you know, before the cataclysm, the popularity of eel was comparable to that of cucumber, I..."

Lin Chou waved back Huang Dashan's words.

"I always think you have to say something strange-but can you do the work first and then beep."

Shan Ye snorted, and swayed the cute expression of a man in his fifties who pulled his feet unscrupulously.

"I am not, I don't, don't talk nonsense, you talk nonsense!"

Lin Sorrow, "???"

Huang Dashan stretched out a **** and said to a pot of eel,

"Such a romantic creature can't get your approval. It's a violent thing."

Everyone, "..."

Shan Ye, it seems that he has completely released himself!

Sikong appeared very innocent,

"I said, can you stop pointing your **** at the pot of eel, this son always feels that there is something wrong with this style of painting, do you want to do something strange to the pot of eel? Should we avoid it? ?"

Shan Ye said in disdain,

"You rich kids know what a fart. This most impassioned gesture in history can effectively break the eel's physical defenses, make its body weak, and its spirit become trance, so as to achieve a fatal blow. Look at—"

Shan Ye put his **** to the pot and then reached in, an eel was directly caught by his weird gesture.

Qin Wuyong was stunned.

"I... the grass... can I really break the defense??"

He tried it himself, hey, don't tell me, I really can't catch it!

Lord Shan carried the eel triumphantly. The eel passed under the **** and was firmly held between the index finger and the ring finger by the middle finger. No matter how hard the slippery eel struggled, there was no way to escape.

Shan Ye's ability to catch eel in his hand was a little more professional, and even Lin Chou was surprised.

So he said impatiently,

"Why are you catching it, put it down quickly... When you mention the word romance, I suddenly think of a good dish, it seems to be really romantic, then why don't we eat the dry pot eel section, change the dish for another dish. .. It's not whether you put that eel in the end!!!"

Shan Ye scratched his head,

"Ah? Isn't it slaughtering the eel? I can't run away by holding it like this. I have a professional technique and practiced it!"

Lin Chou scolded,

"Professional ass, I don't know if the eel is killed by nailing the eel's head directly on the cutting board, where it is necessary to hold it, quickly put it down, move the other pot over, and boil the water!"

"Oh......"

All of you present here include Master Sikong and Bai Suren, who are the masters who don't mind putting down their body and labor for a delicious meal—except for the potter.

The potted plant dragged Qin Wuyong righteously and said that this was a journey that belonged to the forerunners of great movies, um, so she wanted to shoot some scenery along the way, and the two of them were shamelessly hiding.

Shan Ye honestly added wood to the fire,

"So, you are going to throw these romantic eels alive into the boiling water?"

"Ok."

Girl Jiang said, sticking out her tongue, "It's cruel."

Shan Ye agreed,

"That's it, it's too cruel-is it still delicious to burn to death?"

When a large pot of water boiled, Lin Chou asked Shan Ye to hold the eel pot.

"I'll count one, two, three, do you know that the eels are all in the pot? Turn the pot upside down and buckle the lid directly on the pot. The action must be fast."

Shan Ye patted his chest to pack the ticket,

"Relax, don't worry, this little thing can be hard to beat my mountain master, one, two, three, go!"

"Hey!"

The two large pots closed into a spherical shape could hear the crackling splashes of water inside across the stone wall, forming a mess.

Knowing that two minutes later, the pot was completely quiet.

"Wash the pot, you have to fish out the eel."

A blanching kills the eel instantly. The high temperature can also remove the mucus and fishy odor on the surface of the eel. After the blanching, the eel should be placed in warm water instead of cold water, which helps to maintain the meat quality of the eel.

"and then?"

Lin Chou placed the eel horizontally above the chopping board, cut the knife on the back of the fish head, and broke it along the eel bone all the way to the tail. The eel instantly became a flat piece, and then swiped the knife against the inside of the belly. .

A piece of eel, a fish head with bones, separate from each other.

Lin Chou said,

"If the blanching time is right, the inside of the eel is not yet fully cooked. At this time, deboning is the best time. The eel will not break, and the bones and meat can be peeled off easily."

Shan Ye looked at the fish bones and fish slices on the chopping board for a long time.

"You kid just know it by yourself, don't tell us-even if we can remember, we can't cut it off."

Lin Chou's deboning action seems to be done in one go. Although there are only two knives, individuals can see it. This is not as easy as it seems. The eel bones are very soft, which requires the knife holder's ability to control the knife. A very subtle point, a little careless, either cut off the eel, or cut off the fish bone.

Shan Ye has figured it out for himself. If he does it himself, even if he is not holding a big axe but a kitchen knife in his hand, it is estimated that after the fish bones are removed, the mother of the eel will still not recognize the piles piled together. What the **** is it.

The internal organs of the eel are just a small black strip, which can be removed and thrown away. It is very simple.

Even if Lin Chou repeatedly sincerely and enthusiastically invited a few people to try to deboning the eel, these guys only gave him a sneer, he should burn the fire, eat something, and look at the sky.

Lin Chou complained,

"First, the sea cucumber is a pot of eel. It's dawn after eating. Anyhow, do you do something?"

"Oh, the level of difficulty is less than half a star. For example, we might be able to help if you boil water to catch fish. If you don’t want to bony eels and make sea cucumbers beautify, don’t make it difficult for us poor and short-sighted. The second generation of children are well cut? We can't even distinguish between rice and grass, sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes!"

"Wait...what is rice? Sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes are not the same thing? Is there a difference?"

"Oh, if you talk about stubbornness, I'll give you a chestnut!"

"Where are the chestnuts?"

"..."

Shan Ye said with a smile,

"Lin Zi, I found out that your kid is a bit lazy lately. You want to put it aside, but you never complain about anyone who is involved in cooking."

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"The main reason is that you guys are just idle. Can you not stare at me like this, do you know that this makes me very... uncomfortable?"

"What's the reason? There are girls here, shy?"

Lin Chou squeezed a word from his teeth,

"roll!"

After the eel is deboned, cut into 8 cm long sections and cook in oil.

Shan Ye looked at the eel segments that had been turned over in a frying pan with distress,

"Oh, oh, old and old, if you bomb it again, you will be really old!"

This is true. The meat of unagi is tougher than fish, and it can become very stiff after frying.

Lin Chou said,

"The fried eel skin can better hold the taste, and it will be cooked in a while, it won't get old."

Sikong curiously said,

"What are you going to do? Or something romantic... Mysterious."

Lin Chou explained,

"Um...Shrimp popped eel, have you heard of it?"

"..."

Lin Chou continued,

"It is difficult for you to label any dish with a clear geographic location, especially the one that is refined to a city or a town."

"But when it comes to the dish of shrimp and eel, perhaps the first thought of some people is Xu Zhimo - and the city of Haining."

"There are many dishes spread based on stories. The same is true of shrimp fried eel. This is a very special dish. The reason why it is romantic is because the poet Xu Zhimo always eats shrimp fried eel every time he returns to his hometown of Haining. In the New Moon Poetry Society, the eel has also become a small legend."

Something in Sikong's body called literature or secondary 2 was instantly activated,

"Scared, Xu—Zhimo?!"

Before it was fully unfolded, it was shattered by Shan Ye's sleeve.

"Scared, Xu Zhimo? The one who always flips his sleeves?!"

"Uh..." Lin Chou's voice couldn't help but pause, "Yes, that's the one who always...thumps his sleeves."

The romantic elegance of Sikong, Bai Suren and Jiang Nu that hadn't burnt up was instantly poured down by a cylinder of ice water, and they were speechless for a long time.

Shan Ye didn't care what he missed, he had this confidence.

In the shrimp fried eel, the eel is treated with "vegetable oil fried meat oil and sesame oil topping", that is, vegetable oil is used for frying, meat oil is used for frying, and sesame oil is poured over again, so that the perfect shrimp can be cooked. Burst eel.

Lin Chou strictly followed this small rule, except that--

"Hey?" Sikong found out that something was wrong, "Isn't it talking about shrimp fried eel, shrimp?"

The mountain was covered with mud, and ran back from the direction of the swamp with a simple smile,

"Shrimp is here. Shrimp is here, Brother Chou, see if these are enough!"

Lin Chou glanced at him, silent,

"Uh...in terms of quantity, it is enough. Is this size so small?"

All the freshwater prawns that Xia Dasha caught were only the size of rice grains. They were crystal clear and lively, and it was really embarrassing for him to hold Dasha's huge palm without leaking from his fingers.

Dasha said,

"I haven't seen any big ones, they are just a little bit, and it took a lot of effort to get them back."

"Alright..."

Lin Chou, please take out the most speechless thing in the big iron box that was shoveled over at will-another whole big pot of broth.

Shan Ye suddenly exploded,

"Wait, wait a minute, no, you still bring several kinds of soup? Didn't you say that there is no place to put it?!"

Lin Shou's face was taken for granted,

"Soup, broth, and stew are completely different in nature. This one is stewed from the old hen's pork feet and pork belly and pork bones and pork belly. The kind without oil skimming, the soup is muddy, and the taste is very strong. Shrimp fried eel, this kind of soup is the most important thing. Of course, I usually use this kind of "turbid soup" when I cook some dishes. The main reason is that stewing this soup saves a lot of cost compared to the stock."

"..."

Shan Ye said in his heart, I'm not asking this at all. Can your kid understand the point?

The so-called "turbid soup" mentioned by Lin Chou is actually a kind of broth, but it does not need to remove the oil star. It can be served after six hours of simmering on a low fire. The basic ingredients are four types: Mother Chicken trotters bacon and pork bones, plus a handful of chives and a piece of fresh **** at most, it's very simple, you don't need to look after it at all.

It's as cumbersome as the soup used for boiled cabbage. If a grandfather-level chef with a bad health creates a pot, he can stew it for half his life.

Scallion, **** and eel, stir fry some of the most basic seasonings, then cook half a bottle of old rice wine along the side of the pot, roll into the stock, a few minutes later when the soup thickens, put another pot, the bottom of the pot is warm Flavored with sesame oil, stir-fry the prawns and cook them in the eel pot with oil. After that, you don’t need to move it anymore, just let the bottom fire do it.

The meat of the eel is more flexible, which means that the crispy eel after frying is easier to absorb the soup. When the broth is filled with the skin and meat of the eel, the eel has been fried and dried. When it swells up and becomes tender and moving, the whole dish is ready to be cooked when it regains the taste of unagi instead of the broth.

A few dried devil peppers are rolled over a charcoal fire and then placed on a stone slab and crushed with pebbles. Sprinkled with a little coriander, the spicy, burnt and delicate aromas are combined. In fact, they are more attractive than the freshly cooked eel. .

Lin Chou said,

"Oh, the taste of this dish is a little lighter, it's not suitable to add chili in it, which will affect the taste."

Shan Ye smiled slightly.

"So, can you give me a portion of your pepper?"

"I want me too!"

"Huh? Girls don't need it, this devil pepper is super spicy, and it's easy to get acne after eating it."

"Ha ha!"

Just as several people were fighting for a plate of hot peppers, Qin Wuyong ran back in a panic.

"Ye Shan, Lin Zi, Zuo Chen and I found something-this island seems to be a bit wrong."

Shan Ye was scooping fish into his bowl, and his reaction was slow for a while.

"Huh? What...what are you talking about?"

Qin Wuyong rolled his eyes directly,

"Don't eat for now. After seeing what we found, make sure you don't even have an appetite for eating."

Shan Ye didn't intend to believe him, so he followed him with a bowl while eating.

Several people invariably put down their bowls and chopsticks and followed Qin Wuyong to the island. They saw the potted plants facing the ground in a daze.

"What the **** did you find, all the fuss."

The potted plant pointed to the ground and waved his hand to quietly signal Qin Wuyong to aim the camera lens at the crowd.

"Is this thing familiar?"