Chapter 892： Still different (1/2)
Most people don't dare to try something with such a heavy taste. This may be the most incompetent prince in Luanshan's history, but he is willing to go to bed.
Zhao Ziyu looked terrified, and a small face was almost coming together.
Zhao Ziyu cautiously said,
”Um...Uncle Shan, make a discussion, can you please... with your back facing us?”
Huang Dashan used his chopsticks to dig out the dark-brown eyeballs from the clean skull that was eaten, and dipped the peppers in the old bowl with force, and stuffed them into his mouth.
Bite down fiercely,
”Boom~”
A certain popping sound seemed to come from deep water, very unreal and dull.
Many people shuddered directly,
”Fuck this sound...”
”Gudong...”
”Shan Shan Shan Ye, do you have a feeling that you are actually chewing your eyeballs...”
A mouthful of pulp exploded, and a certain suspicious black liquid in Huang Dashan's mouth was about to spray out, and everyone was so scared that they hurriedly avoided.
”Crack, click.”
The lens and cornea were fragmented in Huang Dashan's mouth, and the voice was unusually crisp.
”My surname is Huang and not Xiahou, a bunch of spicy chickens!” Huang Dashan said with a grin, ”Enough strength and flavor!”
Half of them didn't dare to look, but couldn't control their eyes. They stared at Huang Dashan's mouth as if they wanted to see something.
”Look at it, I've swallowed it!”
”...”
A group of people don’t know what to say—it’s not Huang, is your tone afraid of us grabbing it or something?
There is not a lot of meat on the sheep's head, but the taste is sufficient, and there are various flavors everywhere.
Well, the eyes are naturally one kind.
The sheep's head with all the meat eaten and wiped has one more extraordinary thing besides the eyes.
The sheep's brain inside is a good thing-still the same sentence, this kind of thing is really not something that everyone can enjoy.
But at least it's not as scary as eyeballs, which is completely acceptable to many people.
He opened his head with a crack, and Lin Chou returned to the kitchen and brought some crushed peppers and coriander.
He said with a bit of a pity,
”The fishy smell of sheep brain is actually a bit heavy, otherwise it can be used alone to make a roasted brain flower or something.”
The taste is heavy, but the portion is small, especially when it is cooked.
Shan Ye stretched out his finger and measured his little finger.
”Just so big? It doesn't feel like an eyeball is too big yet!”
”...”
Without mentioning the eyeballs, we are still good friends, really.
Lin Chou said,
”Sheep's brains are not removed from the meninges, and the taste is still relatively big. It would be better to eat it with a paste of hot pepper and braised soup.
The lamb’s brain is filled with hot peppers and a little coriander, which looks like a fried carrot ball.
Unexpectedly, Leng Han didn't mind this kind of thing, and he ate it with relish.
The entrance of the brain flower is dense and delicate, as if there is a feeling very similar to the ”milk fragrance”. With the spicy gorgon juice and the paste of pepper, the taste can only be described by one word-vigorous.
The menacing spiciness made people can't help opening their mouths, and there seemed to be tingling pleasures echoing in their minds, ears seemed to be buzzing constantly, and sweat came out on the forehead for an instant.
Leng Han breathed fresh air quickly to relieve the hotness.
”Huh...so spicy...but it's really delicious...”
In minutes, these people killed more than a dozen buckets of Fat House Happy Water.
People who eat sheep’s brains need to relieve the spiciness-people who don’t eat sheep’s brains have experienced two visual feasts in a row, and they always want to drink something to dilute the weird taste that seems to have spread to their mouths.
The Uncle Warlock was holding the barrel and clanging Coke,
”Human, an enviable race.”