Chapter 930： : Fantasy Feast (Part 2)

Liu Jing got a pot of wine.

This wine was still in the cellar when his father's master Ju came downstairs, and the quality is considered a high-end wine. A bottle on the market is worth thousands.

Why is it called "Mu Tong Yao refers to Xing Hua Village" such a poetic name?

As Lin Qingfeng said.

'Almond cabbage' has a hint of natural wine.

Of course, there is bitterness, but it is mixed with sliced ​​meat and dried plums, but the bitterness is strangely sweet.

And the strong aroma of almonds is mixed with the aroma of wine.

With a glass of wine...

The family of foreigners only felt that their heads were empty, the rain was over and the weather was clear, and they could almost hear the melodious flutes. They are in the field of wild vegetables, and the farm's cooking smoke brings the smell of the farm's small fried meat, which makes people hungry and grunts.

"How about this vegetable, is it worth 89 two gold arches?" Liu Ying broke into a quiet smile.

"value!"

"These vegetables are'almond cabbage', right? My God, this kind of vegetable is sold in European fantasy ingredient supermarkets. The price of each vegetable is one hundred pounds. A cabbage can make at most two or three such fry Vegetables, why do you only mark the price of 89 yuan?"

The middle-aged foreigner who looks like a professor said unbelievably, his eyes widened.

His son, a young foreign brother who was just impatient, put down his chopsticks, took his mobile phone, attached a few pictures taken on his personal social platform, and expressed his mood:

"OMG, God!!!"

"It's so delicious, I might have eaten Chinese vegetables with the taste of heaven!"

It's also a coincidence that this younger foreigner is a celebrity of a foreign video website. He relied on a series of tasting videos to try to spit out. This time, he and his family went to China to taste authentic Chinese food, and updated his plan with his video. It is intended to continue to vomit and poison tongue, but did not expect a lot of vomiting downstairs service quality, the price of dishes, all turned into praise.

The younger brother called Liu Jing and Liu Ying.

"Can I still order the fried vegetables just now?"

Brother pointed to the empty plate, and then pointed to the four bowls of hot rice on the table that had not moved, and the magic box called appetite was opened.

Liu Ying returned, placed the menu on the desktop, and opened it, referring to the above note, and said with a smile: "Please note that due to the tight relationship between the inventory of ingredients and the supply chain, our dishes are provided in limited quantities. You can only order 1 serving per dish at the table, and multiple servings will not be accepted!"

The family seems to understand.

Chen Yang smiled and translated it in a fluent foreign language. The talent suddenly appeared.

Limited supply?

"Then we ordered two dishes left—" said the little foreigner.

They ordered 2 courses before, all of them are relatively cheap vegetables, and the remaining 2 courses are meat dishes, the full price is 269.

"Please wait."

Liu Ying recorded it, handed the note to Liu Jing, "Hey, hand it to the kitchen."

The fat man immediately trot away.

Eh? Liu Ying found that there were two more followers behind the fat man. They were Chen Yang and Lin Qingfeng. They didn't greet each other and went straight to the back kitchen. She hurriedly shouted, "The kitchen is heavy, no idle people!"

Liu Ying crossed the road and stared at the two with vigilance.

Chen Yang scratched his face rather embarrassedly and said to Lin Qingfeng: "Mother, since it is a visit, I think it is better to call Xia Mowang."

Lin Qingfeng shook his head, "It's all here, there's no need for that."

"That "Mu Tong Yao Zhi Xing Hua Cun" really is Xia Mo Wang's handwriting?" The woman's eyes showed obvious confusion, and there was a trace of contempt. "If his culinary skills are limited to this, it would be too much. People are disappointed."

"Why should I put more sliced ​​meat and dried plums?"

"With his spice for Melk spice and mastery of golden wheat, it won't even be able to deal with low-level fantasy vegetables? He can completely remove the bitterness of the vegetable heart by means of food bully..."

In the presence of Liu Ying, treating the little girl as air, Lin Qingfeng questioned the vegetable.

"It seems that he has a problem with the understanding of food tyrants. Why is food tyrant domineering? Why does food tyrant chefs always pursue the original taste of the ingredients, rather than the complex taste structure? I thought that his food tyrant cooking is very good. Close to the dragon level, I want to come over and give him some guidance." Lin Qingfeng stepped in, Huo Di turned around, a playful smile appeared on his lips, "It seems that the timing is wrong, wait for the next time. Xiaoyang, let's go."

My mother said she would change her face when she changed her face. Apart from scratching her head, Chen Yang didn't know what to say.

"stop!"

Unexpectedly, with a sweet voice, Chen Yang caught a glimpse of Liu Ying with her hands akimbo, "I said you Obasan, did you make a mistake?"

"Who said that dish was my master's hand?"

Liu Ying was very embarrassed.

She turned sideways and pointed to the kitchen. "Huh, I decided to let you visit the kitchen and see the truth!"

Chen Yang and Lin Qingfeng looked at each other stunned. Isn't the chef someone else?

While three people were quietly standing in front of the kitchen door, Xia Yu was also stepping up to prepare the dishes ordered by the guests at the second table.

One of them is "return pot meat of beef and pork".

One is ‘Fried anchovy shrimp with expansive energy’.

He first cooked the meat back, Zhu Qing took the ingredients and laid hands next to him.

The line of sight outside the door was placed on the desk of the young chef’s right hand. Several plates were piled here, one of which was a sliced ​​pork, which was steaming. Obviously, the normal cooked meat recipe was followed before slicing In the process, the pork is cooked in hot water first.

"Did you see it!" Liu Yingdao said, "The three inside are all the chefs who went downstairs, headed by my master. Just now, "Mu Tong Yao Zhi Xing Hua Village" is Liu Lan, oh, Liu Liu's handwriting... "

Lin Qingfeng turned a deaf ear to his eyes, staring at the thin slices of pork on the plate.

Her eyes, or better to say, her eyes became wrong, with a strange light, Liu Ying glanced over, suddenly her heart tightened, and felt that this was a pair of insightful eyes.

Ok? Strangely, Liu Ying also found some splendid colored spots in the woman's suddenly sharpened eyes.

Liu Ying also followed her to look closely at the pork slices on the plate, her thin eyebrows curled into a ball.

He showed his little tiger's teeth and said, "Where is the color?"

Boom!

But at this time, the young chef suddenly poured half a spoon of golden grease into the heated Chinese wok, and the spoon was knocked a few times outside the iron pan, and the sound of rumbling came.

Then Liu Ying's eyes widened slightly, and a heat wave that caught her by surprise hit her face. The little girl's eyes, the kitchen counter in the reflection, were already submerged by the roaring flames.

In the flames, the Chinese iron wok, which was originally black and unremarkable, began to turn red, just like it was placed in a charcoal pile and was deliberately red!

"Red, red pot!"

The exclamation came from Zhu Qing. She took a bite of the pot, and after three or two hits, she was burned by anger and stupid.

Once he started cooking, Xia Yu was absorbed.

"Slices of meat--" he shouted.

Zhu Qing handed the plate, "Here!"

Hey.

The slices of meat rolled in the red pot, and the smell of roasted meat flew like a gas bomb.

This fragrance has no hint of burnt smell.

Look at the red pot, the temperature is still rising, the young chef holds a spoon, with the skill of the top pot, it seems that there are not many esoteric culinary skills, but the stir-fried pieces of meat are turned upside down and even carry a dazzling firelight. No trace of burnt black.

Tempeh, bean paste.

Put green and red peppers.

Before leaving the pot, Xia Yu shouted again: "Green garlic--"

Zhu Qing handed over the ingredients.

"boom"

Pieces of green garlic, mixed with pieces of meat in the flame, each time it was raised high by the wok, and then fell down, the picture was like countless small meteors carrying flames hitting the earth.

Suddenly, the pot and spoon stopped, and the heavy wok fell steadily back to the stove.

Xia Yu turned off the fuel valve with a relaxed expression, "'Bull and Pork's Pork Meat' is complete and ready to serve!"

Pick up the hot pot again, but this time it is for serving.

The meat slices poured onto the white plate. It was surprising that the stir-fry was obviously so overbearing and fierce, but the green and red peppers and the green garlic that was last put were all brightly colored and not boiled. The bad appearance is really pretty.

A sound of swallowing.

Liu Lan and Zhu Qing said in unison, and said in surprise: "Is this still the meat we remember?"

Zhu Qing's expression was even messy.

This time, it's not the same as the one she had eaten in the past. No matter how it looks or smells, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

At this time, Zhu Qing took a step with both hands and picked up the steaming meat dish.

Chen Yang was dumbfounded at the mother who broke in silently.

"?"

Xia Yu looked at this uninvited guest in amazement, with a question mark on his forehead.

Zhu Qing apparently knew Lin Qingfeng and covered his mouth in surprise, "It's you--"

Lin Qingfeng served the dish with a strong nose and a very wonderful expression on his face:

"Perfect food master dish!"

She quickly stretched out her hand before Xia Yu could stop her opening, and changed her posture to holding the plate with one hand. The other hand picked up a hot piece of meat, but the stealing hand was just grabbed. , A trace of indescribable heat, swept from the fingertips to the whole body.

The body was instantly penetrated by heat flow, the charming woman in cheongsam, her legs were clamped, her expression became unsteady, and her eyes were full of surprise.

But she still opened her mouth, and the roasted piece of meat disappeared between her red lips.

Hey.

Lin Qingfeng seemed to hear the sound of his cheongsam cracking, immediately panicking, covering his vital area with his hands up and down.

"???

Xia Yu had a black line on his face.

This woman... who?

Steal and eat. Let’s put down the Dragon Sword and talk. Can we stop being in a nasty posture like that? Looking at this mature and charming beauty, she is covering her chest and covering her body. Fortunately, she is in the intimate kitchen For the public environment outside, from the perspective of passers-by, just think about the picture … Xia Yu felt that she was suspected of a perverted idiot, but he could not be clear if he jumped into the Yellow River.

A moment of egg pain.

Wait, is it alright? Xia Yu glanced at Zhu Qing's "Big Pig, Pork, and Pork Meat", and immediately gave a thumbs up to praise his cleverness.

Before Xia Yu asked, Zhu Qing said, "Lin Qingfeng, why are you here?"

Liu Ying ran across the smoke, bowed her head in front of Xia Yu, and took the initiative to admit: "Mr. Xia, I only allowed her to watch at the door, but did not let her in... I was negligent!"

"Cough."

Chen Yang also came over and bowed helplessly at ninety degrees: "Master Xia, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"Chen Yang?"

Xia Yu glanced at him strangely. At this time, a hand was clasped and caught on his forearm. There was an amazing temperature. At the same time, a sultry breath approached, and a voice sighed quietly:

"You surprised me..."

"I was originally skeptical of your use of food tyrants to improve traditional recipes."

"The original version of this dish is "Big Boiled Pork Meat", right? The skill of food justice, bursting inflammation, and the method of controlling ingredients with food tyrants, so fused, actually burst out with an unbelievably harmonious taste..."

The woman wobbled.

She seemed to be drunk, her cheeks were flushed, her charms were full of flirtatious eyes, and she was set to stare at Xia Yu with her watery eyes.

Even, she stretched out the green fingers and turned a circle in Xia Yu's heart, saying with a mature and tempting voice: "...Can you see all the fantasy feasts in your heart?"

"..."

Xia Yu was like a veteran monk, but he secretly scolded a demon to eat me a stick, cough, it seemed something was wrong.

The face moved.

"That, Obasan, can you let go before you talk?"

Lin Qingfeng's charming face suddenly stiffened.