Chapter 1320： Raw chicken blood (2/2)
At this moment, Lin Chou took a large plate of things and turned it out from the back kitchen.
”White chicken, beautiful, the meat is cooked and the bones are not cooked, smelling the aroma, these three-yellow chickens really deserve to be grown up on the big red-headed centipede. Good quality is not good.”
Boiled chicken, three dips and three mentions of boiled water, no seasoning except for onion and ginger, it can be regarded as one of the few dishes that can highlight the quality of chicken most. Those who dare to serve are all because the boss is extremely confident in the quality of the ingredients. In this case, the more face-to-face restaurants, the more so.
More than that, in some restaurants that specialize in white chicken breasts, two long and flat chicken **** are taken out separately, and the wheat ears are cut with a knife, and they are specially placed on both sides of the wings. The guests have eaten the chicken **** first to confirm the quality of the chicken. Other parts can be seen.
Lin Chou pointed to a few small plates and said,
”This is scallion **** juice, this is garlic juice, this is fish sauce, this is paste of chilli water celery and coriander, and there is a sesame oil dish over there.”
Old Zhao waved his hand.
”Give Lao Tzu the whole mountain pepper oil and add your devilish hotness~”
Lin Chou squinted Lao Zhao-why is this old guy suddenly brave?
When Lin Chou came back with two bowls, one large and one small, Zhao pointed to the big bowl and asked.
”Boy Lin, are you again trying to figure out what good things to eat for yourself, without paying tribute to Lao Tzu?”
Lin Chou helpless, put the rim of the bowl down a bit,
”Do you always eat this thing?”
In fact, Lin Chou temporarily thought of the taste when he first adjusted the mountain pepper oil, so he used the mountain pepper oil to mix it with chicken blood for his whole life. Since this thing is completely unacceptable to most normal people, he didn’t. I was going to say that I was ready to ”swallow” directly, and who knew that he was being spotted by the shameless old man, Mr. Zhao.
”Pig blood?”
”Chicken blood!”
”Hi, good stuff, good stuff, has the cockscomb blood spotted in?”
”...No”
Lin Chou was speechless.
The most serious purpose of the cockscomb blood besides curing diseases and jumping the gods is to crush the cemetery, right? Serious people who eat cockscomb blood!
”Then you can get your soul with mixed chicken blood,” Mr. Zhao yelled with disappointment, his saliva almost flowed out, ”Bring it, I will help you taste and appreciate the craftsmanship of your little things that are authentic and not authentic. .”
The most authentic method of so-called raw chicken blood is nothing more than a little salt. When the chicken blood is half solidified, cut into pieces, stir in coriander, water celery, mint and other wild vegetables, and use the excess peanuts or soybeans to increase the flavor. , And then finished with the paste of chili, the entrance is spicy and fresh with fishy, wild and straight-headed, but Lin Chou added fresh mountain pepper sprouts and mountain pepper oil in it.
Scooping up a spoonful, in addition to the gift seasoning and side dishes, the dark red chicken blood tofu with scarlet inside is a whole product that has not been blanched at all. Almost everyone present has their eyebrows twisted, expressions inside and out. It was full of resistance to Ru Mao drinking blood.
Old man Zhao has a sweet-hearted expression,
”Sucking~”
Even the sucking action and sound made me super ecstasy.
Zhao Ziyu is the closest person to Zhao, and the one who doesn't give face the most.
”Oh~”
The little guy almost vomited out, retching several times.
”My grudges and complaints, old man, is our old Zhao family bankrupt?”