Chapter 1349： Hippocampus (2/2)
In the past, Si Kong can directly shake the chef's face with what he has in his hands—what the **** are you doing?
But not today. For some unknown reason, Si Kong took another bite.
Spicy and crispy, it also has a strong taste of wine and red yeast rice.
Then take another bite...
One more bite...
Got, addicted.
Sikong's eyes were at a loss, and his mind was full of problems:
Am I sick?
Why can't you stop?
Damn it!
Toxic!
He was about to cry.
Lin Sorrow and Warlock are also eating.
A warlock’s mouth is a whole bunch,
”It's so fishy, the more you chew this stuff, the more fragrant it gets. Last time I ran into a stall that made stinky tofu stewed wild vegetables and wild pork at the entrance of the alley. The more I ate, the better I felt...”
Lin Chou is the same.
The brows were still frowning at first.
Slowly unfolded.
Then I started to sweat.
It was also an expression that was resisting and unable to stop.
Sikong: Good! Sure enough, I'm still the most normal one!
He poured half a bowl of tender fish bone soup, and then a thick swordfish sashimi, allowing the wasabi mud and green stems and leaves to fill the mouth and nose with just the right amount of acridity. Only then did he feel that the above-mentioned feeling was gradually driven out of his mind.
The cold sea breeze is really no match for the fish soup tumbling in a big pot, Sikong sweats on his forehead, holding the bowl,
”comfortable...”
The chili and cumin on the meat skewers were grilled by charcoal fire, and the strong fragrance could float for miles as far as the sea breeze.
Sikong stared at the king crab on the shelf intently.
”This thing, is it good, is it good.”
Lin Shou thought very carefully. After the legs of the king crab were cut off, one third of the shell was sliced off, and they were made into three flavors, butter, garlic, and salt and pepper.
It was grilled on charcoal fire, and the white crab legs inside the pink surface were plated with the right burnt color.
”Eat!” Lin Chou said, ”It's almost there. It's okay to eat this stuff raw.”
Eaten raw?
I haven't eaten enough raw today?
Sikong patted his stomach, muttering to make it fight.
On the return journey, he had to take a boat for several days. If he got diarrhea and got seasick, he was afraid that he would lose his life in this sea area.
The legs were more than twice as thick as normal king crabs, and the thick section of the meat that was picked out, Sikong opened his mouth, full of mouthfuls.
”Hmm~”
Cool!
The lips and teeth are fragrant, tender and juicy.
The crab legs were thick enough, and the most central part seemed to be a bit unfamiliar, forming a wonderful gel texture similar to a heart-wrenching texture. Sikong immediately fell in love with this taste.
”Absolutely! Give me another garlic paste! No, no, some butter!”
The muscle fiber of crab leg meat is longer than crab meat, and it seems to be stronger and tougher than ordinary crab meat. The unique flavor of crab is very strong, and it is filled with big mouthfuls in the mouth, even if it has never been. Classmate Sikong, who has never been hungry, can also understand what contentment and happiness are.
”It's so cool...”
For a while, he was a bit disgusted with the hairy crabs and crabs that he had eaten.
That thing has a pinch of meat, and it tastes completely different from the refreshing feeling of this one.
The fart is not tired of eating, but I am not tired of being fine. Today, my Sikong is going to eat meat and drink from a big bowl-wait, where's my wine?
Of course there are wines. Sikong just moved a small jar of 3 catties of 15-year-old rice wine. It is a great private brew, worth 8900 circulation points.
”Huh?” Faced with Sikong's questioning eyes, Lin Chou scratched his head naturally, ”Oh, rice wine, I have already served it with the ingredients, and I have drunk shrimp and crabs at night.”
”...”