The kitchen is not big, there is a gas stove inside, and a large pot is set up outside, ready to cook mutton. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chef Laksin quickly chopped the lamb chops into large pieces, because they had just been killed, and there were blood stains on them, which looked very fresh.

A large cauldron was set up at the door of the kitchen and there was boiling water, and a large piece of mutton with bones and blood was thrown directly into the pot by Lakshen, and the boiling water was splashed out, which was particularly bold.

After a while, it was a full pot, in addition to the water is mutton, there are no other ingredients, the smell of the sheep in Inner Mongolia is not too strong, and there is no need for all kinds of messy spices, adding it will spoil the original taste of mutton.

However, Lakshen still peeled two white radishes and put them in, if from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this is called the harmony of yin and yang, mutton is warm, and white radish is cold, the two are intertwined, not dry or cold, just harmonious.

From a culinary point of view, white radish and mutton are a perfect match, which can bring out the umami of mutton and remove the smell of mutton.

Lakshen doesn't care about the mutton stew, and when it is cooked, it can be eaten by picking it up and dipping it in fine salt or leek sauce, which is typical of Inner Mongolia's bold way of eating.

When Lakshin returned to the kitchen, he took a chicken that had been slaughtered and cleaned, and began to make smoked chicken with local specialties in Zhuozi County

Xue Guo has circled in front of the cauldron several times, saliva is flowing out, and he is almost hungry.

Then I went to the kitchen for a while, and found that I didn't seem to have any help to get started, Zhao Xiaoqiang, Brother Xiaoqiang has been following him, and his burly body walked up with the sound of the wind.

"Director Zhao, why don't I cook a dish too. Xue Guo said with a smile.

"Okay. Zhao Xiaoqiang agreed very happily: "Let us Mongolians also taste the craftsmanship of your Beijingers." ”

Xue Guo laughed a few times, and said officially: "This is the exchange and promotion of the food culture of our two places." ”

Zhao Xiaoqiang didn't react for a while, but he still laughed very boldly.

Xue Guo was not ambiguous, rolled up his sleeves and was ready to dry, glanced at the kitchen, and found that there was still a sheep backbone that had not been thrown into the pot, he immediately rushed over, took the sheep backbone in his hand, and said excitedly: "Why don't I make a sheep scorpion." ”

"Scorpions?ah, yes. ”

Xue Guo laughed a few times, and didn't explain much, he directly borrowed a small axe from Laxin, chopped the sheep's backbone into large pieces according to the bone joints, and put it in the water to soak the blood.

Then I took it all the way to the leg of mutton bone, cut it down a few times, and a pot of really good lamb scorpion must be inseparable from the leg of mutton bone.

The spices here are not complete, Xue Guo only uses peppercorns, fennel and cinnamon, these are a few, but fortunately there are dried chili peppers here, he can make a red soup sheep scorpion.

Considering that He Xiangdong doesn't eat much spicy, he didn't put it much, just put a little bit of color. Then he started cooking, Xue Guo fried the lamb scorpion very neatly and fried the fat, added various seasonings, and then put the lamb leg bone underneath, and the lamb scorpion began to stew on top.

After a while, the house was filled with fragrance.

Hara Station is usually relatively busy, but now all the staff in the station are gathered outside the kitchen, curiously watching the guests from Beijing show off their cooking skills.

Seeing that there were so many audiences, Xue Guo put his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised forty-five degrees, and made an unfathomable appearance, and in front of him was a boiling cauldron.

Lakshen glanced at him, and he didn't know what to say in Mongolian, and Zhao Xiaoqiang began to laugh, and the people around the kitchen also began to laugh.

Xue Guo's dead appearance was a little unbearable, although he couldn't understand what Lakshen was saying, he knew that this must not be a good thing.

He Xiangdong also came back from shopping outside at this time, and when he saw Xue Guo making sheep and scorpions, he couldn't help but itch, so he had to cook and eat.

Xue Guo was quite curious, he had known He Xiangdong for more than two years, but he had never eaten anything he cooked, and he was very skeptical that He Xiangdong could really cook.

Facts have proved that He Xiangdong's cooking skills are still quite good, after he marinated the haggis, he cut it dry, fried it with chili peppers, and finally made a stir-fried lamb face.

Ding Jinyang also came, and he was not to be outdone, he picked up the rice cooker and went to cook, and the unbeatable grandeur immediately shocked everyone at the scene.

As for Guo Yunchong, he is still going to the toilet and has not come out yet.

Lunch was also very good, very casual, and there was a table outside, on which there was a pot of mutton scorpions, as well as a few small stir-fried dishes, as well as local smoked chicken, and of course, white rice made by Ding Jinyang, which should be emphasized, and a large pot of mutton was boiling next to the table.

Next was the hot meal, and Zhao Xiaoqiang originally took out the wine, saying that he wanted to have a good drink with He Xiangdong and a few others.

Xue Guo said that there would be a performance later, so he politely refused, although he was a good wine, but he was very good at distinguishing the severity, saying that after the performance was over, he must have a drink with Zhao Xiaoqiang and have a good time.

Zhao Xiaoqiang readily agreed.

Because there is no leader to follow, these four young people are very open, Xue Guo and He Xiangdong don't like to be too polite at the dinner table, the most annoying kind of you toast me two glasses, I thank you two.

They ate very relaxedly, the staff of Hala Station are all Inner Mongolians, and they are not at all restrained at the dinner table, and everyone eats at a table It seems that they are very harmonious, without the slightest politeness.

To tell the truth, these dishes are still quite delicious, the lamb is stewed by hand, dipped in fine salt, fragrant and tender, the lean meat inside the mutton is stewed crispy, and the fat meat is also full of oil, but it is not greasy at all. Eating stewed mutton must bring a little fat, pure lean meat does not have that taste at all.

The sheep scorpion made by Xue Guo is very Beijing-flavored, one person eats meat and sucks the marrow, and the spicy and fresh taste completely conquers the Inner Mongolian compatriots.

There are also a few haggis made by He Xiangdong are also very popular, and the unique umami of offal has been fully brought into play by He Xiangdong, and he has also been in charge of cooking since he was a child, and his cooking skills are not covered. The stir-fried lamb face is even more delicious, and he is well versed in the essence of stir-fried food in the Central Plains.

There is also Ding Jinyang's cooking, he eats quite happily by himself.

Everyone ate this meal, He Xiangdong sweated it out, he really didn't see it at all, he was wearing a short-sleeved undershirt outside, but now when it was hot, he took off his shirt directly.

Xue Guo is also a big fat man, and now he is also sweating profusely, he saw He Xiangdongdu like this, and then looked at the Inner Mongolian men opposite, they were all taken off, and he himself was decisively bare-chested.

Ding Jinyang also said about these two people: "Tell me, do you have a little image, take off like this, and want to bring the old Beijing man to Inner Mongolia?"

He Xiangdong said: "What do you know, we call it frank and honest meeting. ”

Xue Guo is the leader of the team, and his speech is at a high level: "Everyone is a railway worker, and coming here is the same as coming home, and you are still restrained at home." ”

Zhao Xiaoqiang also nodded yes, he took it off himself, and his chest hair was particularly spectacular: "Yes, take it off when it's hot, it's the same as at home." ”

"Good. Ding Jinyang agreed, he himself was sweating, and began to undress as he spoke.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoqiang hurriedly shouted: "Don't take off your pants." (To be continued.) )