Chapter 884： Sikong

The dog beep system sorted out his thoughts for a long time, and then squeezed out a sentence.

"It is recommended that the host try it on its own after negotiating with the low-level primate, and then hand it over to the system to determine whether it is qualified. All the evaluation criteria are based on the maximum freshness of the dishes."

Lin Chou: "..."

So you have been brewing for a long time, but in the end, is it actually useful? The dog's brain will be typed out for you!

Sneering at the system, Lin Chou picked a bunch of radishes into the kitchen and chopped them up.

After the emerald green radish is cut into cubes, it looks like a side with water-saturated tourmalines stacked on top of each other, and the kitchen is filled with fresh and spicy radish smell.

Lin Chou chose the most homely method, just mixing the radish cubes with cut or diced cress stalks, carrots, bright red devil peppers, young ginger, and raw garlic, using pot well water and roses. Salt adjusted a cup of sour hot pepper sour water, found a jar to soak them in, and put them in the ice bellows.

In just twelve hours, the radish side dish can be enjoyed by diners, and it can be eaten up to the fourth day.

Lin Chou was still thinking when he put the vegetables in the jar, this radish side dish seemed to be an unexpected match with the cold sunfish - the small restaurant seemed to have an extra team of people.

He didn't worry about the deliciousness of the radish side dishes, and he dared to make the guests even more amazed by the appearance of a guy who was not surprisingly coquettish.

The owner has tasted the good things himself, full of confidence.

No one orders next.

Lin Chou was out of the kitchen, and Sikong and Zhao Ziyu gave me the uneven vital capacity that I had left by the threshold.

Young Master Ziyu stretched out his hand to grab Lin Chou's trouser legs, and said in a tone of dying.

"Chou... Brother Chou, save me... I think I'm dying... I'm so exhausted..."

Two big eyes were full of tears-in this context, Master Ziyu and Sikong were as honest as the children before the cataclysm, waiting to be filled for a few hours, thinking It is indeed desperate to think.

Shen Daru criticized the papers in it and has not forgotten to teach the students.

"Kouhu! Knowledge is power! Knowledge changes destiny!"

Sikong got up, his voice faint,

"Get...get something to eat..."

"The boy who owns a seven-and-a-half-seat library can tell you very directly that fat is power now, right now!"

"Linzi, I want to eat meat, the more oily the better, the more greasy the better, do you have a brain-filling meal? I feel like my head is going to crash..."

Zhao Ziyu also said,

"Yes, yes, I need a huge amount of protein and fat! I feel like I can eat a cow now..."

Huang Dashan interrupted,

"You two are really not hungry in this situation, but your mind is "hungry". At this time, it is better to eat two walnuts and drink hot milk."

Sikong and Zhao Ziyu looked at each other and touched their stomachs.

"It seems to make sense..."

Zhao Ziyu said,

"I insist... I have to eat something good for a while! I want to eat snowflake beef! I want to eat steak! I want to eat pork knuckle! I want to eat big fat intestines!"

Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth.

"There was someone selling roast brain flowers on the way here. I didn't eat it. I regret it after thinking about it~"

Lin Chou's interest today is particularly high,

"Usually there are no customers coming back after noon. It's too rush to return to the base city after eating. It's not impossible to make something you want to eat so leisurely..."

Besides, this month’s closure period obviously exceeds business hours. Appropriate relaxation of the policy should help cultivate a deep friendship between the boss and the customer.

It's the same when trying dishes. New dishes are often the happiest time for this group of people.

Chen Qingyu raised his hand, hit the snake with the stick,

"I want to eat buns, just the Buryat buns..."

Huang Dashan slid the goods aside with his ass.

"Go away, the newcomer has no right to say! Mengxin should squat honestly and look up at the boss, it's duty."

"Bunzi should be eaten for breakfast, this one at noon is simply heresy!"

Huang Dashan quickly put on a brilliant smiling face with twelve neatly arranged teeth, and approached Lin Chou.

"Can you stew us a bullwhip...Don't expect donkey whip...hehehe..."

Lin Chou took a step back and calmly said.

"No matter how big your mouth is, everyone can see your heart clearly. Stay away."

The warlock also expressed his opinion,

"Add a crock pot chicken with sea stone cauliflower milk, I need an epiphany-by the way, where did Lord Sanhuang go?"

Shan Ye replied casually,

"Before I saw Mao Niu carrying Mao Qiu and Sanhuang'parkour' in Houshan. You can find it by following the chicken feathers."

Lin Chou looked at Song Qingyun,

"How about you?"

Song Qingyun pointed to herself, flattered,

"Me? Actually... I suddenly wanted to have a porridge..."

Chen Qingyu, who is coveting buns: "Upstairs on the top of anger!"

"Where is Teacher Shen?"

"I, I actually don't have a good appetite in the past few days. One soup is the best. If not, porridge is also very good."

Leng Han——

Forget it, Aleng doesn't need to ask, the answer is already fixed.

Lin Chou broke his fingers and counted:

First, make porridge in a casserole, then steam the steamed buns in a steamer, the steak is a must, and the crock pot for crock-pot chicken must also be prepared. The pork knuckle and fatty intestines seem to occupy a stewed meat pot, and finally the iron pan is used for cooking ...

This meal is so difficult to make mmp today.

As for Prince Huang’s bullwhip soup, let him die. What if I eat a white vegetarian again, I don’t want face?

"Huh~"

Sikong threw a card at random.

Lin had no complaints and went into the kitchen vigorously.

Everyone laughed and thanked Sikong, the atmosphere was warm.

Sikong didn't speak, just glanced at Shen Daru who was reviewing the papers inside.

Huang Dashan gave Sikong a peaceful back of his head, geared his hands and walked into the room with a grinning smile.

"Master Shen, Huang suddenly has a question and wants to ask a knowledgeable existence like you."

"..."

Of course, Shan Ye's stubborn skill is not covered...

In fact, there are no other tricks. To deal with the old-fashioned scholarship like Shen Daru, as long as he is good at a few words of compliments, and get to his g-spot, he can quickly get rid of the premonitions.

A few minutes later, the two of them were like childhood sweethearts who hadn't seen each other in more than 80 years.

Then, Shen Daru fell asleep.

I can't sleep without sleep, the two Qingquanshan jars on the side have been emptied by Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan burped lightly and slapped his hands.

"Hey, I can fool more than 700 people with such an aunt-it all depends on what I'm doing, so don't be 6."

...

Lin Chou was very busy in the kitchen.

The green rice is passed through the cold well water, drained and then rubbed with clear oil until the rice grains are soaked in oil and then dropped directly into the boiling chicken broth.

Lin Chou’s kitchen will always have batches of clear chicken soup, thick chicken soup, hazel chicken soup, old hen soup, broth, upper soup, and braised soup in Linshou’s kitchen, and there are many varieties that can be easily accessed when cooking.

The rice grains were tumbling endlessly with the slightly yellowish old hen soup in the huge clay pot. He used the round bottom clay pot, which was most suitable for porridge.

After boiling, the thicker and thicker rice porridge boiled toward the edge of the casserole at the center, and returned to the center of the bottom with the round and delicate casserole wall due to temperature and thrust, and so on.

Cut some fresh, crispy and refreshing cabbage heart, oh, and specially prepared thin to almost transparent ham slices to take care of classmate A Leng's taste.

These things will be added to the porridge with salt when they are about to be out of the pot. Such a simple raw porridge is the most versatile.

There was another pot of brine for the daily stewed meat, the front elbow of the Black Mountain wild boar, the clean large intestine full of white fat, a few broken beef bones, heart-protecting meat, diaphragm and other bits and pieces of meat were thrown in, and waited. Heat.

The steamed buns have been prepared in the incubator for a long time, just steam them directly on the drawer, and the sea stone cauliflower milk jelly is the same.

Only the crock-pot chicken requires a little effort, this stuff has to be made fresh.

"The meat of the otter meat was very tender last time. Well, the dogs of the wandering devil love to chase this stuff so much, so I have to pay attention to let him keep some stocks for me in the future. The otter meat tastes great—and the truffles too. I don’t know if I believe it."

"Tomorrow, apart from discussing the'takeaway' with Bao Er, he will have to go to the uncle that seems to be able to take care of everything and get a few Gamba sheep back. Leng Han and Qing Yu both like the taste of Paye. That's it. A few of them are not enough to eat, but the old man’s asking price is too harsh. I feel distressed when I think about it. I don’t know when I will meet the Gobi sheep next time. Where did this sheep go to me, and how can I pay it back? Not?"

After the crock chicken stayed in the crock pot, Lin Chou went back to the cold storage and brought back some mature beef steaks—not tomahawks, but tender shoulders and necks.

The two parts considered by the system as leftovers are still precious and delicious in terms of the division of steaks.

For example, tender shoulder meat, which is also called beef oyster meat, is the two small pieces of meat behind the scapula of the beef. Because of the usual less activity, it is extremely rich in oil and has no fascia and tender meat.

Another example is the neck, which is a more mysterious name.

The old saying goes: I don’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me...

(Bah, cross it out.)

The neck is not Boren.

The neck is the raised part above the front shoulders of the cow, and the bottom of the neck is called the "spoon kernel". Because it is connected to the neck, there will be fine tendons in the meat.

The tender shoulders are thick and fried, and the neck spoon Ren Lin Chou plans to thinly slice large slices with beef tongue for teppanyaki.

From the system, I need a cast iron pan up to four inches thick—in fact, it's just a shallow pan.

The pot was put on the fire to preheat, and Lin Chou frightened and picked up a black and purple onion.

Don't underestimate it, it's a genuine first-order mutation product.

Mingguang can be grown, but not much is used except medicated food.

Cut it with one knife--this thing is far more powerful than a bet on a stone, a knife and a richness. Ignoring what level of your mental quality is, the tears came down.

"Fuck..."

Lin Chou hadn't used this kind of onion before, and the things were all made by Bao 2000. He didn't pay attention at all.

He really didn't expect this thing to be so powerful, he would be caught without a trace of defense.

He closed his eyes and cut a dozen onions into thin strips. It took Lin Chou to calm down for a while before he dared to open his eyes.

"The eyeballs must be red now..."

The bottom of the thick cast iron plate on the fire had been burnt to glow red, and Lin Chou took it off the fire and placed it in another supporting stone plate.

A piece of beef fat was wiped on the iron pan, and the sizzling voice was particularly pleasing to the ear, and the white smoke fluctuated.

Sprinkle the onion on the bottom, sprinkle the pepper, gradually put the neck, spoon and beef tongue, and sprinkle with salt.

"Sister Big Breast, please take this over first, I've cooked the steak through the oven."

...

The group of guys outside simply moved the table or something to the mountainside and put it together openly.

Song Qingyun said while putting together tables,

"Really fight? Sitting at the same table with Leng Han, it's still a bit embarrassing...what stinks me to go..."

Behind him, Leng Han walked out with a generous plate.

Huang Dashan was always happy when he saw it.

"Oh, you won't come here in the cold, Lin Chou can't bear to take this thing out, tusk, surname Song, Chen Qingyu, have you seen this thing?"

Shan Ye looked arrogant, as if Paye on the plate was made by himself.

Several people shook their heads together,

"It smells a bit irritating...but...I'm actually swallowing?"

Huang Dashan laughed,

"If you have eyesight, it smells stinky and tastes delicious, know it!"

Then, Big Breast Sister put the sizzling beef tongue on the table together, and the sizzling oil and the rich fragrance of green onion meat immediately made several people swallow.

"What's this? I haven't seen it..."

Lin Chou also came out to arrange dishes on the table, and put a pile of delicate garlic paste beside the iron pan by the way.

"Teppanyaki, the meat on it is neck, spoon and beef tongue."

The dishes filled the table, and the steaks just out of the oven were also served to wake up the meat.

"Sit down, what are you waiting for?"

Huang Dashan is like a few treasures,

"Raw porridge, crock-pot chicken, payale, coconut milk jelly, braised pork belly, fatty intestines, steak... It’s true power!"

Song Qingyun poured a glass of cold beer for everyone,

"So, it's time to thank the great Young Master Sikong!"

"Cheers~"

Wu Ke hurried up the mountain,

"I wipe me, don't I just sleep a little longer... You are not interesting enough for you, and don't call me a sigh."

Su Yourong pouted her lips and ignored him.

Then Lin Chou brought a whole big lobster hill, a whole bun hill, and the very inconspicuous carrot side dishes.

The lobster is only the size of two slaps, which is not a good thing for Mingguang. It is just a simple boil, and it is very powerful.

Crock pot chicken and coconut milk jelly are both ordered by Master Warlock. It is difficult for others to ask for sharing. After all, they came with special effects.

But don’t worry about the weight at all, because the weight of each dish is calculated in kilograms.

Song Qingyun was more interested in the cut red and bright braised sausages, so he put down his chopsticks first.

As soon as the fat intestines arrived in his mouth, I didn't mention the taste for the time being. The surging origin almost "slapped" him.

"Fuck... trough... the fat intestines of Tier Four Four Four Four Tier Four..."

Song Qingyun's whole body was Spartan, and the look in Sikong's eyes was as if the God of Fortune descended to the mortal and the whole body was shining golden.

Brother, brother, how do you treat guests like this?

Please take my knees--