Chapter 157 Strange Creative Dishes (2/2)
As a result, Yan Wangchuan paid 10 chips and received the ice bucket punishment.
After soaking in the soup for half an hour, Long Xi scoop them up in a bowl. Adding some soup, she passed a bowl to Lu Hua.
The good smell of scallions and shredded ginger came to them along with the hot steam.
Beef balls were presented in an irregular oval shape one by one, looking like some stubborn and naughty babies. This was the special feature of hand-made beef balls.
Long Xi said, “This dish is called beef balls with hammers thousands of times.”
Lu Hua said nothing, but scooped up a ball. He blew on it and bit it lightly.
The fresh beef ball, which was newly hit, showed its flavor of density, tenderness, and elasticity. The natural flavor of beef immediately became fresh in his mouth.
He felt as if countless tiny cows were running happily on his tongue, or as if countless beef-flavored bouncing candies jumped on his tongue.
This hand-made beef ball was really the one in Stephen Chow’s film that could be used for table tennis!
He took another bite. The pigskin jelly made of the condensed flavor of shrimp soup and chicken soup had melted. The gravy leached out and the flavor was lingering on his lips and teeth.
He asked, “What is the other kind of meat in the beef balls? It is tender and smooth, but I cannot tell what it is.”
Long Xi said with a smile, “You should not have eaten this kind of food. I chose this to match the cruel theme. Uh… it’s sheep placenta.”
“What?” Lu Hua almost choked.
Long Xi said calmly, “It’s sheep placenta. How does it taste?”
Lu Hua said, “It tastes very good. And this is the best beef ball I have ever eaten before. I like the flavor! It is cruel to cook with the placenta.”
Yamamoto Shang interrupted, “But the rate of cruelty is not enough. If you can choose the sheep placenta from a live sheep, it will be perfect!”
Lu Hua listened to his words and even threw up.
He stared angrily at Long Xi with anger, saying, “How can you give me this kind of food?”
Long Xi smiled cunningly and said, “Just have some. It’s really nourishing. It’s okay. Can you sense any fishy smell?”
Xiaolu said with a smile, “Uncle Lu, just consider it to be shrimp meat.”
Perhaps the taste of the beef balls was too good, or Xiaolu was saying some good words for Long Xi. Lu Hua did not bother with that and even ate up all the beef balls with the soup.
Lu Hua said, “I ate them all. The result is obvious. Granny Piao should accept the ice bucket punishment.”
Xiaolu and Long Xi both rushed to say, “Can I accept the punishment for Granny Piao?”
Lu Hua said with a hard mind, “No, it’s the rule! Anyone who breaks it will be punished, including me!”
Granny Piao reluctantly accepted the ice bucket punishment.
Long Xi said to her, “Granny Piao, go over to the stove to warm up. Don’t get cold.”
Granny Piao was too cold to say anything. She nodded and walked to the stove.
At this time, a good smell came out. Chef Qian had already completed his dish.
What he made was the famous dish that Long Xi thought of, a dish of the tail-burning feast in the Tang dynasty called “Spring of Head”. It sounded poetic, but cruel. It was made of living quails.
More than an hour ago, he marinated the quails with seasonings. He cut the ginger into pieces and patted the garlic. Then, he fried the ginger and garlic. He mixed them with light soy sauce, salt, red wine, and black sesame oil and added some chopped scallion shreds.
This was his hand-made barbecue sauce.
The next step was to tear off the skin of the quail along with its feathers.
His hands were shaking!
After all, he was a normal person, so he hesitated to do this!
He made a psychological construct for himself and finally did it.
This bloody scene was really disgusting!
More importantly, the skinned quail was still alive. The pain was predictable.
Even the quail hoped to be killed directly!
Although he knew clearly that it was cruel, he had no other choice now.
He had to win! His daughter was still waiting for him in the cage!
He took two long iron chopsticks to burn on the fire.
Then, he pinched a quail with the iron chopsticks. No matter how it struggled and screamed, he did not loosen his hands…
Soon, the quail was roasted to death alive.
Its eyes were still open, as if it died with a grievance.
He evenly added the barbecue sauce all over its body, and painted some rose honey on the abdomen of the quail to make it delicious.
Then, he baked two quails and put them on a plate in a good shape.
The fragrance overflowed.
The two quails lying on the plate were opening their eyes widely, stretching their necks, and slightly opening their mouths. In this way, the two quails were built with the beauty of swans singing.
A few vivid apricot flowers carved from carrots were placed beside the quails with a few dewdrops on the petals, which looked like buds booming in the morning. It brought a sense of spring.
Chef Qian blandly said to Lu Hua, “Director Lu, please have a taste.”
Lu Hua burst into hearty laughter.