Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Beifeng was full of expectations and wanted to know what the old man had gone for. Heaven 『』 籁

But the chopsticks on the hands kept on, and the dishes on the table were quickly swept away.

After half an hour, the old man brought up five dishes, all of which were covered with solid lids. No trace of fragrance came out.

"Please taste! Five mustard puffer fish! In advance, this puffer fish is wild, and we have not tried it."

Fan Fangming lifted the lid on a dish and made a pleased action.

Beifeng looked at the various dishes on the plate, his index finger moved.

Even if the old man said that he had not tried the dishes, Beifeng was not afraid of it!

Gently pinch a piece of golden-colored pretzel skin into the mouth.

Since ancient times, folks have said that they are desperate to eat puffer fish, which shows its deliciousness. In fact, puffer fish does not produce poison itself. It is to cope with the cruel living environment that it has accumulated toxins from the outside world.

One gram of toxin is enough to kill hundreds of people!

Those who have not eaten puffer fish do not deserve to be called the oldest!

People who eat puffer fish die every year. It is said that there is an uncommon rule before serving dishes. Chefs who make puffer fish must eat a mouthful of puffer fish in front of customers to appease the customers' anxiety.

"Click!"

The north wind gently bites, a crisp sound, the crispness of the puffer fish skin and salt and pepper perfectly combine to form an inspoken flavor. The thin layer of fish skin is externally coke tender, fully reflecting This puts the chef in control of the heat.

Fan Fangming nodded in secret, and introduced the north wind while eating in the north wind. "The practice of puffer fish is mostly stewed with teriyaki and teriyaki. In order to bring the ultimate taste experience to diners, I will use the method of puffer fish. After transformation, create this five must-do blowfish!

The so-called five mustard puffer fishes include one soup with scallion and scallion, one with salt and pepper preserved fish skin, three with beautiful milk steamed puffer liver, four with puffer fish noodle soup, and five white health wine. This dish is divided into five parts, each of which has a different taste and umami manifestation!

And it is a good illustration of the peculiar characteristics of this raw material. The soup with scallion, scallion, and puffer fish tastes delicious meat, the pretzel fish skin eats gelatin-rich fish skin, and the milk-steamed puffer liver reflects the delicate and delicious liver, while the puffer fish soup noodles It is a kind of noodles made by using the soup of puffer fish soup with scallion and onion oil. It is a kind of pasta, and the last dish is to incorporate the puffer fish essence into the drinks! "

Beifeng didn't answer, he felt it with his heart, and tasted this delicious puffer fish with his tongue.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Although the culinary reputation is top-notch, the raw materials used are too poor, affecting the overall level of the dish."

Beifeng tasted every dish and said seriously after watching the old man.

"Fart! The ingredients here are top-notch! If you don't say one, two, three, we will no longer welcome you!"

Fan Fangming was full of anger, and the ingredients in the shop were selected by himself. Is this doubting his eyesight?

"Wait a moment." Beifeng turned and walked out of Shanzhen Pavilion, and with a thought, a small piece of Moyu Xuelong King's flesh appeared in his hand, and it was placed on a plate.

Beifeng took the flesh back to the shop and handed it to Fan Fangming.

"Well, I really don't know the heights and heights, Huangkou children, I'll see what flowers you can play!"

Fan Fangming sneered, and had no hope for the flesh that Beifeng brought out. What ingredients had he not cooked?

Just such a young boy, he even questioned the top ingredients he picked!

Looking casually at the flesh and blood on the plate, just a glance at Fan Fangming, Nana whispered, "What kind of animal flesh is this? I have never seen it!"

This is incredible for a top chef. For decades of chef career, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the sea, I dare not say nine out of ten, but the species that I have seen are not ordinary people. Than.

This piece of flesh is small, only about a pound, pink, and the texture on the surface is clear like marble lines, and light blue blood vessels with the thickness of hair are interspersed in the meat.

A faint, almost imperceptible fragrance slowly drifted from the meat.

As a top chef, seven minutes is destined, and three points depend on hard work!

Become a top chef with a great sense of smell and taste!

Because of smelling this scent that seems to make people's souls lingering, Fan Fangming overthrows all the animals he can think of in his mind!

Gently touch the flesh with your fingers, and a cold cold air rolls up.

After five or six minutes, Fan Fangming's face flushed. For so long, he didn't see what kind of meat it was, or even what kind of species it was.

"What animal flesh is this?"

Fan Fangming looked up and asked Beifeng.

"Fish." Beifeng drank a small sip of tea and said to the old man.

Fan Fangming froze and blurted out, "Impossible, how could this be fish?"

Beifeng didn't answer, just looked at the old man and said, "Try?"

Fan Fangming left with this flesh and blood, "Haha, I finally saw this old boy eating a glutton. Although he has a kind smile on his face, he is taller than anyone else." Zheng Xuan was gloating.

Beifeng just smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He wasn't so boring to show his superiority, but only saw the old man's cooking was really good, so he took out the flesh and blood of Mo Yuxue Dragon King.

"I don't know how far I made it from the dishes made by the elderly?" Beifeng thought silently.

Fan Fangming returned to the kitchen and began processing the flesh.

"The texture of this flesh and blood is so clear ~ www.readwn.com ~ then use it for gnawing." Fan Fangming looked at the clear lines on the flesh and flickered the thought in his mind.

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Fan Fangming was holding a kitchen knife. Between the knife and the light, only a thin piece of meat on the chopping board appeared on the chopping board, but he could not see the knife body clearly.

Then Fan Fangming started to make soups. In addition to the high requirements for meat quality, the most important thing is the soup!

I lit a stove and set the fire to the maximum. A complete old hen was put in it. With a large number of fungi, a small kitchen gathered the precious ingredients from the south and the north. The thick back of the knife was smashed, wrapped in gauze, and placed in it.

After three times of filtration, the impurities produced by countless fungi and the foam were removed, and a soup with milky whiteness and no impurities was finished.

Although the time is short, it is Fan Fangming's exclusive recipe, which is only slightly worse than the century-old soup.

A scent wafted in the kitchen, exuding a seductive scent.