Chapter 335： Poems and Books in the Abdomen (Part 2) (1/2)
The two divided another bowl of soup, and the last remaining bowl, of course, went directly into the belly of the adult.
Hua Gungun was obviously absolutely satisfied with the taste of Feilong Tang, excitedly jumped up to choreographed herself, twisted and twisted, but a pair of dark eyes had already aimed at Feilong on the bottom of the stone pot.
Lin Chou was actually very unwilling to give up. The dragon meat that had been hung over the soup was undiminished, so eating it like this would be an unforgivable and extremely sinful waste.
Like this method of rolling and hanging flying dragon soup, the hazel chicken itself is still intact. As long as it is braised, smoked and dried with fried tea leaves, it can create a precious and delicious dish, which is the delicacy that Qianlong is full of praise. .
Lin Chou sighed, not seeing and not bothering, and now there is no tea in his hand.
This thing, just let it go and ruin it.
There was a mouthful of the soup, waiting quietly for the rabbit to be cooked. The more I drank, the louder the protests in my stomach became louder than drums.
”Well?”
Lin Chou frowned slightly and looked at the soup bowl in his hand.
”The taste of this soup...”
Leng Han's bare hands trembled invisibly.
”Why, what's the matter?”
Lin Chou kept silent, as a qualified cook, a man who would be a cook **** in the last days, and a primate who was trained all day by the **** system.
The color, fragrance, and taste are his true connotations.
(Ah, why does this adjective look so strange?)
Taste recognition is the key to being a good chef. Even if you can’t smell a drop of blood in the sea tens of kilometers away like a shark in the sea, you must be able to detect the most subtle changes in your dishes. .
What is the raw material of this dish? What seasoning was used? How much did it use? Should I pass the oil first or cook it in water first?
——All these can be tasted all by the taste.
The strengthened physical fitness brings him not just being strong, but a comprehensive improvement, which naturally also includes the degree of perception and so on.
Lin Mei wondered,
”I don't know if it's an illusion, I actually tasted a little bit from this soup... It's hard to describe, it's like a floral scent, or a faint powdery smell.”
Leng Han felt as if he was stuffed with an iceberg in his chest, but boiling magma flowed through his veins. The whole person fell into this endless cycle in an instant—the iceberg melted, the magma cooled, boiling steam, and eccentricity. The heat seemed to explode her.
”I, I'll leave...”
Lin Chou didn't care at all, Ren was still immersed in his thoughts.
”Why, why is there such a taste, it is actually a strange harmony...Can I use it to make a more brilliant dragon soup?”
”Could it be that this hazel rooster has been thirsty for morning dew and hungry for flowers since its birth? No, it's not right, it's not realistic...”
Lin Chou raised his brows, and the reason closer to reality came to light in his mind.
”Zi once said, with poems and books in his belly, he is proud of his heart, and his life changes with his heart. Could it be that this is the best delicacy that can be made by the spirit of the handsome cook god?”
”A good dish is like a pot of superb elixir. It's not the right time and place and you can't get it... I will search for it up and down.”
”En En En, yes yes, wow kha kha kha!!”
”...”
After enjoying the whole flying dragon, Mr. Gungun licked the bear's paw with subtle eyes, silently caring for the mentally handicapped children.
Well, at least this is the cook who belongs to Master Huagungun. Although it's not very reliable, Bengun must guarantee his safety.
So Master Gungun slapped Lin Chou's obsession with a violent storm.
Lin Chou stayed on the ground for a while, and with his current physical fitness, he could basically ignore this kind of petty mess.