"Suck..."

The man with slender eyes had a hint of surprise in his eyes, the phoenix claws in his mouth were thick and fat, fragrant, and had a strong spicy taste. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The meat is crispy and shapeless..."

The surprise in the eyes of the slender man was even stronger, looking at the white chicken claw bone in his hand, the spicy phoenix claw in his mouth was still releasing its own unique taste.

"It doesn't look like it's that unbearable. The other person opened his mouth to agree, but as soon as his voice fell, as the phoenix claw meat entered his stomach, a stream of heat instantly diffused out from his chest, and the rich vitality made the man's face change slightly.

"The eight treasure claws of the middle grade can actually contain a pure vitality. The man secretly said in his heart, they are also chefs, and they also know in their hearts that there is a limit to the vitality contained in the raw materials of each grade, even if the craftsmanship is high, it cannot make the raw materials of the middle grade burst out with such pure vitality.

"Unless... This is not a medium-grade raw material, but a high-grade material. The other muttered at the corner of his mouth, and found a reason to convince himself, in his cognition, it was obviously impossible to use medium grade.

"But... It tastes pretty good. The man with slender eyes nodded, and he had a slight recognition of this phoenix claw, at least, even if it was really used as a high-grade raw material, the meat of the phoenix claw was crispy and fragrant without losing its shape, which was worthy of praise.

"It's okay, right... Compared to Mr. Yamazaki, there is still a bit of a gap. The other man agreed, but despite this, the movements of his hands did not stop at all, there were only six phoenix claws in a plate, and as he spoke, the movements of his hands were a little faster.

"Don't rob it..."The man with slender eyes whispered, and then picked up the last phoenix claw with lightning speed, quickly put it in his mouth, and with a sloppy sound, all the fat meat above was sent into his mouth, and at the same time, the complete phoenix claw bone was also pulled out.

"It's not like the Miyamoto master I knew. The other said dissatisfiedly, looking at the slender man's gaze a little strange, and as his voice fell, the man known as Miyamoto rolled his fine eyes.

"Come, Yamamoto-kun, this one is yours. Miyamoto pointed to the boiled pork slices on the table, and said with a smile, his body was straight, revealing a shrewd and strong force.

Yamamoto rolled his eyes, and then looked at the boiled pork slices on the table, soaked in the red soup, soaked smooth meat slices, and on the top of the extremely thin layer of red oil, green and white fresh onion foam and bell peppers floated in it, revealing a fragrance at the same time, but also releasing a spicy breath.

Yamamoto picked up the rice in front of him, although he was not too cold to Zhao Guo's food, but at this time, the gluttonous insects that were aroused by the phoenix's claws had been stimulating his taste buds, and there seemed to be a voice in his head that kept urging, so that when his chopsticks poked out, he picked up a piece of meat that was floating in the soup.

After the specially treated medium-grade wild boar loin, the starch is added and beaten until the internal fibers are completely destroyed, and after rolling in the spicy and fragrant soup, the red tenderloin shows a touch of crystal white, and is lightly coated in a layer of red soup.

The sunlight shone in through the translucent window, and the mottled spots of light divided by the window grilles on the window fell on the mountain itself, reflecting the tenderloin in his chopsticks.

The sparkling tenderloin released a spicy fragrance overflowing, and there was still a little heat rising in the soup, a rich fragrance stimulated the taste buds of the two, making Yamamoto swallow his saliva and couldn't wait to put the tenderloin into his mouth.

At the entrance of the tenderloin slices, a layer of soup on top instantly spreads, with a slight piping hot, but also with a rich spicy fragrance, filling Yamamoto's mouth.

As he chewed, his teeth easily penetrated the smooth slices of meat, and the smooth feeling, combined with the spicy and fragrant taste, made Yamamoto's eyes light up slightly, and after swallowing it, his eyes glanced at the rice in his hand.

The plump and round grains of rice are crystal clear, and each grain of rice has a fine amount of oil, mixed together, shining with a crystal luster, which seems to arouse people's appetite.

"This rice... It doesn't seem to be ordinary rice, but it seems to be produced in the North Sea between the Zhao Kingdom and the island country, where the price of rice is extremely high, and the production is very small, even if the royal families of various countries are only limited in supply. Yamamoto whispered, only then did he notice the difference in the black shop.

"It doesn't look like much... It seems to be of higher quality than the pearl rice of the North Sea. Miyamoto picked up a piece of rice with chopsticks, his movements were slightly clumsy, his slender eyes narrowed, and his expression moved slightly under the taste.

Even if it is just this bowl of white rice, the fragrance of the rice and the subtle oiliness contained in it are also volatilized to the fullest, and the crystal sparkling rice quietly rises wisps of heat, waving the aroma that makes people hungry.

"It's really not the same..."Yamamoto also picked up a mouthful of white rice and put it in his mouth, according to the cuisine of their island country, this kind of rice is also a habit.

The rice in his mouth is like tiny pearls, and like a naughty elf, every bite falls, bringing him a pleasant enjoyment, plus the taste of boiled meat in his mouth before, mixed together, making his index finger suddenly move.

As if he had discovered a new world, Yamamoto quickly ate the rice in the bowl, and the chopsticks stretched out from time to time became his favorite, in addition to the tenderloin in the red soup, green bamboo shoots and other vegetables as accessories.

Almost gobbling up the appearance of eating, completely devoid of the tall image in his own country, for Miyamoto who squinted his eyes on the side, Yamamoto has forgotten to pay attention, at this moment, in his eyes, only the fragrant rice in the bowl, and the tenderloin soaked in the red soup and auxiliary dishes.

"You slow down..."Miyamoto slowly came back to his senses and said in a jerky accent, and as his voice fell, Yamamoto still lowered his head and slammed the rice, even the action of picking up the vegetables was not slow but faster.

"Yaga..."Miyamoto scolded secretly in his heart, he couldn't care about tasting it slowly, learning from Yamamoto's appearance, the fragrant rice mixed with spicy boiled meat, was constantly sent to his mouth, and in the agitation of his cheeks, he looked at Yamamoto in front of him without admitting defeat.

"Master Miyamoto, you said before that this dish belongs to me. Yamamoto slurred, eating faster and snoring from time to time.

"Food... It's good to share it together. Miyamoto responded quickly, chewing a lot faster in his mouth, and ignored what he said before.

Although the sound of the conversation between the two was subtle, it all reached Wang Yan's ears, and at this moment, Wang Yan's eyes drooped slightly, but his heart had already settled.

“... It's the people of the island nation. ”