Meng Xiyao is a Western-style chef, and the chickens, ducks, fish, and geese in the drunkard's farm are naturally unsightly, and after thinking about it, he finally set his eyes on the clear spring. Baidu: real name +

A river shrimp with a long, flat body, arched its seven-segmented belly, and jumped hard, causing countless splashes above the surface of the river, revealing a long jagged frontal sword.

According to the different sources of production, shrimp is divided into two types: marine shrimp and freshwater shrimp.

Prawns can be found in China's clear rivers, lakes, reservoirs and ponds. River prawns, also known as green prawns, are high-quality freshwater prawns.

River shrimp is delicate, delicious and nutritious, and is a high-protein and low-fat aquatic food, which is favored by diners.

Seeing Meng Xiyao's gaze like a torch, the drunk man poured a scoop of cold water and said, "Boy, do you want to make shrimp dishes?" Let me tell you first, I'm very tricky about the taste of food. ”

Meng Xiyao was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "Master, can you borrow a knife?" ”

The drunk replied, "There is one in the kitchen, you can use it as you like." ”

Meng Xiyao took the opportunity to ask: "Is there a long knife three feet long, made of purple gold?" ”

"Nope." The drunkard replied, fell to the ground again, and dozed off.

Wash the prawns, break the back with the blade, remove the gut, peel off the skin, and keep the tail.

The knife was extremely sharp, and when it entered the body, the river shrimp arched its back violently, its eyes sunken and looked frightened, and it died in an instant.

The drunk man smacked his lips and said as if intentionally: "This knife work is really fast and accurate." ”

Meng Xiyao then used a knife to gently cut from the belly of the shrimp, and after unfolding, he gently chopped several times with the back of the knife, in order to make the shrimp itself more flexible.

The 10 prawns are the same size, as if carved out of the same mold.

Place the shrimp in a porcelain bowl and marinate with salt, pepper and lemon juice.

Take a deep fryer, when the oil temperature rises to 170°, beat the eggs into egg liquid, put the marinated shrimp into the egg mixture, and then take out the shrimp and then wrap it in a layer of breadcrumbs into the pot.

Fried shrimp are like living creatures. Rolled in the oil pan, sank slightly under the oil surface, and then floated on the oil surface.

At this time, the surface of the fried shrimp has been covered with a layer of crispy shell coating, golden and brilliant. Crispy and tempting.

The key point of frying shrimp is that the oil temperature must be high to prevent the breadcrumbs from detaching and to achieve a golden brown color.

The cross-cut shrimp is very easy to fry, and the control of the heat is extremely demanding.

Wash and drain the parsley, take only the leaves, finely chop them, and moisten the pan with a little olive oil. Forcing out the aroma of minced celery and mixing a little pepper into a sauce, it is just right enough to bring out the umami of the prawns themselves.

Wash the carrots and cut them into thirds, sharpening the head and tail with a knife. Blanch in water until cooked, then arrange in a circle on a plate.

Wash the okra and add a little salt for two minutes, take only one slice and gently put it on top of the carrot, put the ten fried shrimp one by one, and finally drizzle a spoonful of celery juice, the aroma is compelling.

The drunken man jumped up from the ground with a carp and laughed, "Good boy." It's barely enough to see. ”

"Golden crispy shrimp, master, please use it slowly."

As soon as the drunk stretched out his hand, there were three fried shrimps, which were stuffed in his mouth in chaos, which was really ugly.

Once the fried shrimp is eaten, the skin is crispy and not greasy, and the celery juice is just right to bring out the rich shrimp flavor. The shrimp itself is muddy after cooking, and it only has a satisfying taste.

"Delicious, delicious!"

The drunk picked up the wine gourd pinned to his waist, took a big sip of green plum wine, and was satisfied. He said: "This dish, although it can't be regarded as a priceless treasure, but fortunately, it is still to my taste, while I haven't returned, you should hurry down the mountain, lest I turn around and turn my face and not recognize people." ”

"Does the master think this dish is not delicious?" Meng Xiyao is full of confidence in his cooking, and he can't help but have some questions.

"It's not that it's not delicious, it's just that there is more resentment, which affects the taste of this dish."

Meng Xiyao frowned slightly and asked, "Why did the master say this?" ”

The drunk man suddenly looked up at Meng Xiyao, exuding a compelling aura, although his unkempt hair blocked his eyes, Meng Xiyao could also feel that there was a terrifying light in his sight, as if all sins could not be hidden.

The drunkard suddenly laughed again: "The old man only speaks with his tongue." ”

"If you speak with your tongue, is your tongue broken?" Sikong Yao rushed over angrily, and she couldn't be clearer about Meng Xiyao's craftsmanship.

The drunk man saw Sikong Yao's face angry, but he didn't go to his heart, but said: "This shrimp is unwilling to die, although the knife is extremely fast, but it is still inevitable that the meat is stiff and loses three points of taste." This kind of resentful food is harmful to people's kidneys when eaten, and it will also affect the blood purification function, so I had to drink a large sip of green plum wine. ”

What animal would willingly let it be slaughtered? When he died, he was naturally full of resentment, and the drunk was obviously unreasonable.

Sikong Yao reprimanded: "Old man, you are obviously deliberately trying to make things difficult for us!" ”

The drunk man smiled: "I'm just telling the truth, if you don't like to listen, then hurry down the mountain, I like to be quiet." ”

Sikong Yao gave the drunk a blank look, since Yang Muling said that the drunk had begun to treat her parents, then Sikong Yao had no reason to stay.

"Xiyao, let's go!"

Meng Xiyao was unwilling, but he didn't want to force more, this time he went out to Fulongzhai just to find a knife, and saving people was just a casual move.

And just as Sikong Yao stepped out of the door, he suddenly had a whirlwind in his mind and almost fell. Yang Muling helped her and applied three needles in a row, forcing out a wisp of purple poisonous gas.

Sikong Yao stood up stiff and asked, "What's going on?" ”

The drunk man said quietly: "The toxins are not exhausted, and the blood is attacking the heart, and I will change this irritable temper in the future." ”

Meng Xiyao said urgently: "Master, please come to the rescue." ”

The drunk man replied: "You go to the back mountain to find me a pound of green bamboo and plum back, I want to take medicine." ”

Since listening to what Yang Muling said, Sikong Yao began to have a grudge against this old man who cheated on food, and then saw that the old man was looking for Meng Xiyao's stubble for no reason, and now he was angry in his heart, and said stubbornly: "Didn't you say that you are not a doctor?" Why do you have to heal people now? ”

The drunk took a sip of wine to himself, and said, "What does the little girl know, the kung fu of the medicinal dietitian, where can those quacks without Lu be compared?" ”

Sikong Yao glanced at the drunk man with disdain, his eyes full of disdain.

The drunk man said slowly: "The medicinal diet is 'medicine in food', which not only uses medicine as food, but also gives food medicinal use, medicine borrows food power, and food helps medicine, and the two complement each other and complement each other." It can also prevent and cure diseases, maintain health and strengthen the body, and prolong life. I'm not a doctor, but I can save my life. ”

Sikong Yao will be suspicious, and cooking can also cure diseases, which is really incredible.

The drunk man saw Sikong Yao's suspicious face, so he urged again: "You have the leisure to question me here, it's better to hurry to the back mountain and find me a pound of green bamboo plums to come back, if you delay the condition, Hua Tuo will not be able to save you in the next life." ”

A dead horse is a live horse doctor, and now he can only rely on this crazy drunk.

Meng Xiyao responded: "Master don't be angry, I'll go and find it for you." ”

The drunkard suddenly shouted again: "Wait a minute! ”

Meng Xiyao wanted to save Sikong Yao's heart, and hurriedly asked, "What else does the master command?" ”

The drunk man smiled: "I said that I would exchange my life for a life, and if I want to save this girl, you have to make another real priceless dish for me." ”

"Master don't need to worry." Meng Xiyao couldn't wait to go up the mountain to look for plums.

"Wait a little longer."

Meng Xiyao's face was slightly angry, why didn't this old man finish speaking at one time?

The drunk man said: "I can't get used to your Western food, you guys will kill me this time, I want to eat braised bear paws." ”

Meng Xiyao nodded and immediately went out, followed by Sikong Yao.

When the two of them left, Yang Muling asked, "Master, why do you want to embarrass them like this?" With your acupuncture skills, you don't need any more medicine at all. ”

The drunk man suddenly stood up straight, looked at the figures of the two leaving, and said slowly: "Mu Ling, you went down the mountain this time, and specially made a divination for you, calculating that you will encounter a bad star today. ”

Yang Muling then asked, "According to Master, it was he who would bring us calamity, so you took them away?" ”

The drunk man smiled: "No, that young man is very obsessed, and when he doesn't hurt anyone, he will kill himself." ”

Yang Muling was convinced of her master, so she nodded again, and then asked, "Is there a way to save it?" ”

The drunk man said: "It depends on his own creation, this time I asked them to find Qingzhumei, just to give him a creation." ”

Yang Muling asked puzzledly: "Master, you are stingy and stingy on weekdays, and you never do things without pay, why are you so old-fashioned this time?" ”

The drunk shook his head, looked at the kitchen knife in the hall, and said, "Mu Ling, you can't say that, sometimes, people always have to have emotional entanglements. ”

"Master, what is the origin of this knife?" Yang Muling looked at the knife and fell into conjecture, she has been following her master to study medicine since she was a child, and it has been more than ten years, and since she was conscious, the knife has been placed there.

The drunk man asked, "Mu Ling, do you want to hear the story?" ”

Yang Muling nodded and wanted to listen, but the drunk man smiled instead: "Then think about it, go and clean the house, you stink here." ”

Yang Muling reprimanded: "You didn't do it yourself!" ”

The drunk man said unhappily: "Aren't I all here to treat your parents?" ”

Yang Muling picked up the rag from outside the house and said stupidly: "Come on, I still don't understand you?" After drinking so much wine, you must miss your wife, right? ”

The drunk man was slightly stunned and scolded: "What do children know, hurry up and clean the house for me!" ”