Chapter 2 Want to make things difficult but get drugged
"Aren't you a cook?" Xiahou Dun clapped his hands, and naturally a follower handed over something. "Miaocai once boasted in front of me that your skills are good. Although I don't know what skills he is referring to... But since he said that, then try to use such things to make a dish that I am satisfied with. As long as I can satisfy me, then everything will be gone before. If you are not satisfied, you should be punished with both crimes and you should have no regrets!"
Wang Yong looked at the materials he handed over and his face turned dark: This was a huge field mouse.
The question is whether the field mice are delicious or not, and whether they can be eaten! Instead, the dishes made from field mice must satisfy Xiahou Dun! Not to mention that the field mice meat rarely appears on the dining tables of the aristocratic families, I just said that even if it is prepared and served, I subconsciously thought that this is a big mouse, and I probably have no appetite to put on chopsticks.
It can be imagined that Xiahou Dun had no intention of giving him a chance. No matter whether he could cook or not, he would still be unable to escape death. "You can't kill people casually." It turns out that "as long as there is a reasonable excuse" can you kill people?
"Okay! I'll take it!" Wang Yong was a time traveler after all, and he actually lacked natural awe of the so-called class in ancient times. By the way, a flash of light passed through the neck of the lively field mouse. The field mouse fell to the ground and moved its head directly.
"It's interesting!" Xiahou Dun's pupils shrank suddenly. Looking at the kitchen knife in Wang Yong's hand, she couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. She didn't see the knife just now. If it were in front of the formation, this knife might have killed her.
It was not until this time that she realized that the man in front of her was completely different from those she had contacted in the past. He was as strong as a woman, and at the same time he seemed more masculine.
"No wonder Miaocai was fascinated by him..." Xiahou Dun nodded, but these were meaningless. If she could not complete her test, she would still cut him down! Yes, just for his actions, it was obviously a revenge on her plan!
"Wait!" Holding the voles that cut off their heads, Wang Yong went straight to the kitchen. He threw the voles on the chopping board, and a few "swish" kitchen knife in his hand, he broke the voles' belly and removed the internal organs and fur.
"Oh, it's quite fat!" Wang Yong's eyes lit up as he looked at the remaining meat. You should know that the field mouse is actually a delicious dish, the key is to see how to cook it.
Of course, it is not enough to fry. There are no peanuts, or the peanuts in his hand are not able to squeeze oil. This time he traveled through time, and he was cooking at that time, but he came with something from a refrigerator, tomatoes, peanuts, potatoes, carrots, corn, sweet potatoes and peppers, all of which were traveling through time to this era with him... Of course, the refrigerator did not follow him.
I planted it in the open space in the back hall, but I didn’t expect it to sprout. Perhaps as I traveled through time, the activity of these plants was stimulated? But I was afraid that I would not be able to do it in the short term!
"If you can't steam, stir-fry, you can only use roasting!" After weighing the pros and cons, Wang Yong decided on the cooking methods. Fortunately, there is a carbon stove in the kitchen and some charcoal, which can completely meet the needs.
"This is the key!" Wang Yong came to a secret lattice in the kitchen and took out a bottle of seasoning. This was the cumin powder that came with him, and there were still a lot of it. Speaking of which, cumin actually existed in this era, but it seems that it has not been used as a spice, but it is medicinal.
"Let's just let you go crazy!" Wang Yong pinched the seasoning bottle and then started to work hard.
The meat of the field is not put into the grill at once, but is skewed together first, with salt onion and ginger onion and ginger on the surface, and then put it in a pot to steam for a while. This period is mainly determined by the size of the field, basically about fifteen to twenty minutes. After steaming it almost, take it out and apply seasonings, mainly rice wine, vinegar and soy sauce, and it is better to have honey. Unfortunately, Wang Yong can't get such high-end things. At this point, he took it off the charcoal fire and added cumin powder appropriately.
The outer skin of the voles will gradually turn golden and crispy at the same time, while the meat inside will become soft due to steaming. After roasting, it is divided with a kitchen knife, then put it on a plate, decorate it slightly, and then take it out directly.
"General Xiahou, the dish you want has been prepared, please taste it!" Wang Yong put the plate in front of Xiahou Dun, then took out a pair of chopsticks and placed it respectfully in front of her.
A scent of fragrance slowly rose, then turned into a torrent, attacking Xiahou Dun's nose. When he smelled this smell, the little girl was instantly immersed in, and her whole body became erratic, completely intoxicated.
"Oh, no!" Xiahou Dun then came to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and almost let it flow out just now. Then he pointed to the meat piece on the table, "Is this a field mouse? If you dare to change the pillar, I will also kill you!"
"This must be a field mouse!" Wang Yong was not afraid when he saw Xiahou Dun's expression. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and searched in the meat, "Its tail is still here!"
Sure enough, on the chopsticks, the tail of the field mouse was suddenly on it. If you compare it again, it seemed that this plate of meat was really field mouse meat!
"Take it away and affects your appetite!" Xiahou Dun didn't care about that much, "I have to eat it before I know it!"
Suddenly, I picked up a chopstick and knew it was voles meat. Looking back on its original appearance, I couldn't eat it. However, as the piece of meat approached the nose, the domineering smell rushed over and rushed straight to her brain.
"Ah...ah...this is really, field meat?" Xiahou Dun could no longer think about it. Her desire for food was about to overwhelm her rationality. He ignored everything and put it directly into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and immediately entered a brand new world.
"What is this? What is this? Why is this!" Xiahou Dun chewed repeatedly, "This is so delicious!"
The crispy skin, then the soft meat, the aroma of sauce and a special fragrance were about to shock her soul. At this moment, she even forgot that she was here to find fault and was completely immersed in this delicacy.
The second chopsticks, the third chopsticks... Xiahou Dun kept savoring. When he came to his senses, the chopsticks could no longer hold anything. Seeing this, he immediately exclaimed: "It's so dangerous! If I hadn't finished eating, I would have lived through the meat of circus meat!"
"How is it, is it delicious?" Wang Yong asked with a smile.
"You kid, you deliberately find fault, right?" Xiahou Dun immediately recovered from his previous toughness when he heard this. She ate this plate of meat cleanly, but this kid dared to ask? This was the biggest ridicule of her!
"Hmph!" Xiahou Dun slapped the table suddenly and stood up directly, "I spare your life this time, and I will settle the score with you next time!"
After saying that, she ran away as if she had escaped, and she didn't leave any comments. At this moment, she had to escape because of eating good food, and her face was full of happiness. Of course, the power of the general had disappeared. At this moment, she was completely like a little girl.
If she saw this, especially Wang Yong, how could she raise her head?!
"Oh? That doesn't seem to be Ling'er?" On the street, a carriage suddenly lifted the curtain, and a figure looked in the direction where Xiahou Dun left, muttering, "What exactly made her show this way? Could it be that the little girl is in love?"
Chapter completed!