Chapter 415： Osmanthus Cicada (Part 2) (1/2)
The lamb-herding old man drinks no more than Wen Zhongjiu, his face flushed and his eyes blurred long ago, and after a hard struggle, he ate a bit of meat. He patted the table and praised Wen Zhongjiu.
”Less...say less! Old man, I think this sweet-scented osmanthus cicada...hiccup...one foot...three altars of good wine...three altars...”
Wen Zhongjiu smiled and nodded,
”This sweet-scented osmanthus cicada was originally imported, and I didn’t think there was anything surprising, but slowly the special spicy scent permeated from the marinade, more like some kind of medicinal scent, very special, very wild, yes, that’s right. Wild..... This kind of taste is not an exaggeration. It is indescribable, but it feels like a mess of mouth collapse!”
Shan Ye's rough big claws are not much better than rolling, and Lin Chou's half-slap-sized sweet-scented osmanthus cicada pinched in his hand, but there is a sense of sight with a louse.
After tearing off the wings clumsily, he successfully squeezed the tail tip of the second sweet-scented osmanthus cicada.
”...”
Anger is strength, Shan Ye bit off half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada in one bite.
”Crack, click.”
Mouthful of marinade,
”Hold a grass!! This thing is really **** sweet!”
The best osmanthus cicada has the strongest taste in the forelimbs. It should be eaten from the forelimbs. With one bite, the meat and juice will be in the mouth.
After Lin Chou opened the carapace of an osmanthus cicada, the pale yellow protein in it was as tender as tofu and creamy, giving people the feeling of eating a yellow hairy crab.
There was a little marinade in the carapace, and even a little bit of oil had not been put, but there was a touch of oil on the marinade.
This oily flower should be entirely derived from the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada itself. It is said that it is fat and tender, and it is indeed fat and tender.
The unique scent of insects spreads mercilessly to every part of the nasal cavity, which can be called the insect version of the ”Essence of Wind”, a unique industry benchmark.
It can be called smelly, of course, it is more called incense.
Very unbelievable, the little sweet-scented osmanthus cicada felt like a beast in the woods, full of domineering and arrogant.
Perhaps this is because in the insect world, the fighting ability of the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada can be called the master level.
It is a real predator and warrior with a combat power that is not measured by size.
Lin Chou couldn't help but admire the feeling that a puff of fat-like meaty protein gradually melted and released in his mouth.
When I was a child, I once heard that the osmanthus cicada lives on the water plants for its entire life.
Although the truth is not known, the fleshy quality of the osmanthus cicada really deserves this statement.
The word ”food” means ”human” and ”good”.
The ancient man-made characters set goals for us. People just want to eat well and eat well.
Wen Zhongjiu sighed,
”Old Wei and I are a group of people. They are also food kegs. We are looking for this bite. We have eaten Tier 3, Tier 4, Tier 5 and Tier 6 monsters. Unexpectedly, a small one. The sweet-scented osmanthus cicada is no more than a low-level of order zero, so...it has such a taste. Old Wei and I have gone on a crooked road. How many good things have we missed because of our prejudice against common ingredients, huh!”
”Hey, Master Wen has a great opinion, a great opinion!”
The bald guy pulled his head out of the table, his mouth was greasy, and he slapped it up without hesitation.
”...”
Our Master Wen blushed and didn't say a word for a long time.
Whose child is this TM, why is it so irritating to speak?
The time to enjoy delicious food always flies quickly, and most of the group of people are not low-strength-more means that the stomach is comparable to a pulverizer.
This meal of sweet-scented osmanthus cicadas was eaten right up to the next morning, Xiao Wu had already woke up, and everyone was still drinking with great interest.
Wu Ke expressed his admiration for this.
”Mother, if Bachelor gets such a belly, wouldn't it be a pretty good thing.”
”...What belly?”
When she turned around, Miss Jiang stood there lively, bright as the light in February.
Wu Ke lowered his head.
”Miss Jiang, I mean... Brother Chou made something delicious again, but unfortunately I can't eat it anymore...”
”Ha! It's delicious!”