Chapter 286 The More You Eat, the More Intoxicated You Are
Soup yellow croaker? This name is so familiar. I remembered it. There was a movie about Manchu and Han banquets before, and there was such a dish. I felt it was so amazing at that time. I didn’t expect that the dish of Zha Shen was even more amazing than that.
That's for sure. As a dish that is almost lost, basically no one can really make soup yellow croaker. Even if someone can make it, it is difficult to draw the skin and bones. Strictly speaking, the soup yellow croaker of the little brother is not a real soup yellow croaker. Or, it has surpassed the soup yellow croaker in terms of ingredients and craftsmanship. I am willing to give it a disadvantage.
You're willing to give up before you eat the old man?
Upstairs, pay attention to the words and see the name clearly. This is Mr. Chen Guofeng. He was the chef of the state banquet 30 years ago. People in the martial arts world are called the King of Chefs. Mr. King of Chefs can call himself an old man. Don’t scream.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Chef Wang also watched the live broadcast, and the dish of the slag god can make you feel at a disadvantage.
The layman watches the excitement, and the expert sees the tricks. Although I don’t know how the little brother of Zha can soak these precious ingredients in a short time, his skills are impeccable. Basically, every ingredient reaches its perfection when cooking. The temperature of each stage is just right, and the production process is smooth. The most commendable thing is that he actually collected so many ingredients that I was extremely greedy for on the deserted island. To put it bluntly, such powerful ingredients, even if someone who can’t cook them casually, it will be extremely delicious, let alone the food god-level chef.
God of Cooking? Mr. Chef King, are you not kidding?
Have you ever seen me joking about cooking? I watch the live broadcast of Brother Zha every day. The reason I expressed my feelings today is that if I want to become a God of Food, at least I must be able to make dishes that surpass the state banquet. Unfortunately, I have worked hard all my life and remained still standing still. I only know how to follow the ancient recipes, unlike Brother Zha, who cooks in a wild and unconventional manner. As you said, he has entered the realm of God.
Tears filled my eyes. The scum god has finally been certified as a great god. But old man, I have to vomit that scum god, who is not a scum, his surname is Tang
This doesn't matter. Instead, I feel a sense of inexplicable joy when I hear the old man calling the scum brother. Haha!
Slag God is completely a chef who has been delayed by the competition!
No, he is a chef who was sublimated by the competition. If he were in a city with steel and concrete, how could he get so many top ingredients?
It seems to make some sense, but are you going to have a quiet time and eat?
On the island, after introducing the name of the dish, Tang Ming adjusted the drone, jealous of everyone from all angles, and then he was very close to the golden legend.
The chopsticks poked the bottom of the back of the big yellow croaker.
Although it was fried and steamed, you could still feel the elasticity of the fish skin when you touched it. After pressing it a little hard, a hole was poked out.
Then, the soup wrapped in fish meat seemed to have found a catharsis, instantly stretching the hole. The crystal clear and sticky soup was wrapped in pearls and slowly flowing out, and the fresh fragrance suddenly exploded on the field.
Wow, so tempting!
Swallowing wildly, Shu Yiting stared at the soup that seemed to flow continuously. As the soup slowly flowed into the small circle surrounded by the tender vegetable core that Tang Ming had blanched with, a word popped up in his mind, big beads fell on the jade plate.
Don’t just look at it, taste the taste, it will be greatly reduced when it is cool.
Tang Ming took a deep breath, and his face was also filled with intoxication. Monkey wine made another contribution. Today, this soup-filled yellow croaker dish is much more fragrant than the soup-filled yellow croaker he has made in the past. The pearls made of white jade sea cucumbers have added a lot of color.
Completely surpassed his peak level.
Unconsciously, Tang Ming picked up the wooden spoon, scooped up the crystal clear soup, and put it into his mouth.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes. He had a taste impact torrent through the whole dish, and he had little salt and no sugar added, but he easily formed a taste impact torrent through the fusion of various top ingredients.
The ultimate refreshing feeling instantly awakened all the taste cells in the entire mouth, cheering and thrilling.
Then, the scented fragrance began to flow through the entire brain along the mouth, making people unable to recover for a long time.
After moving his mouth slightly, the white jade sea cucumber pearls and scallop pearls were fresh and tender, and they had a slight taste, making the soup less monotonous.
Finally, it slowly swallowed into the stomach, warming the throat, and a sweet aftertaste also invaded.
That sweetness, with a little fragrance of monkey wine and crab roe, has a long aftertaste.
call!
When they exhaled a mouthful of turbid air that was forced out by the fragrance, Tang Ming and Shu Yiting looked at each other and saw the surprise and shock in each other's eyes.
Is this food that only gods can eat?
She licked her lips lightly, and Shu Yiting's eyes were a little confused. Today, she finally realized what a real dish is.
Not only is the preciousness of the ingredients, but more importantly, the ultimate delicacy that blends the ingredients and stimulates each other. In this dish, even the big yellow croaker has become a foil for a bite of soup.
But just this bite of soup surpasses all the delicious food in the world.
Why are you so moved that you want to cry?
After not moving the spoon for a long time, Shu Yiting continued to ask after losing her mind for a while.
It's onion, I added onion!
Tang Ming has a serious thought.
Then, Shu Yiting, who was sentimental just now, giggled and looked at the onion flowers used to place plates around: You have seen too much of the God of Food!
After saying that, she quickly gave herself another spoonful and continued to show her obsession.
The expressions of the two humans are so exaggerated, so there is no need to say much about the Great Sage and the Monkey King. The two monkeys are now in deep dullness.
They really want to ask, is there really no limit on the deliciousness of the food in this world? Why are their perception of deliciousness broken and refreshed again and again? The cake is obviously very delicious, why is it not as good as this fish? Don’t fish eat often?
A series of torture from the soul made them feel like they were going crazy.
In a silent meal, the two and the monkeys ate extremely slowly. Even if the fish and meat were cold behind, it would not affect their intoxication at all. Moreover, the more they ate later, the more they felt different.
Chapter completed!