Ten river shrimps, jumping out of the water, violent]

A hint of warmth slowly brushed through the carapace, and the river shrimp felt sincere hope.

The kitchen knife cut through its back, and it died peacefully without remorse.

After that, it will become the supreme delicacy and exist as an extension of another life.

The oil temperature will not boil, and the river prawns will be fried in the pan until crispy brown, as if they can emit a golden light.

The drunk nodded with satisfaction and replied, "Only by cooking with such a heart can you hold the knife in your hand." ”

Meng Xiyao put the river shrimp on the plate, there was neither seasoning nor exaggeration, only a sincere heart.

Drunks don't need to taste it to know the spirit of river shrimp in the sky, and it will reveal the delicious meaning of life.

"The knife is the soul of the chef, what your knife looks like, what your soul looks like, one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. As a chef, the knife in your hand determines your future appearance. ”

Meng Xiyao picked up the knife and held it in his hand, but the future he wanted had already been sketched out in his heart.

The drunk man took a sip of wine, saw that Meng Xiyao was looking out, and laughed.

The drunk urged: "Take it, Mu Ling's side should be over too." ”

Meng Xiyao nodded and saluted, "Thank you for your teachings." ”

Inside the house.

Sikong Yao slowly stood up with Yang Muling's support, limped and jumped, and then pointed to a bag of green bamboo plums on the table and said, "Mu Ling, help me get that, and I'm going to give your master medicine." ”

Yang Muling looked at a large bag of green bamboo plums, Meng Xiyao was afraid that it would not be enough, so he picked more than two catties.

Yang Muling picked up two green bamboo plums and said, "Actually, if you use medicine, two are enough, and I boiled the medicine." The extra green bamboo plum is from the master, and he wants to make wine. ”

"What! This dead old man is playing tricks on us again, you don't know how tired I am carrying this big bag of plums all the way. ”

As soon as Sikong Yao thought that he was so sick that he had to carry a large bag of green bamboo plums, that kind of poignant feeling came to his heart, and he didn't feel angry.

Yang Muling said again: "I didn't expect you to pick so much, and now the master is going to get drunk again." ”

Sikong Yao had just been helped out of the room by Yang Muling. I smelled the ultimate fragrance that I had never seen before.

"Huh...... What is this taste, fresh and sweet, crispy and crispy, so pure fragrance. It's shrimp! ”

Meng Xiyao chuckled, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, it's shrimp, hungry, right?" ”

Sikong Yao took Yang Muling's hand and turned around with a jump.

Yang Muling looked at Sikong Yao's deluge appearance, and immediately understood that this was clearly to be swallowed alone.

Yang Muling secretly swallowed her saliva, and then said, "I went out to water the rape flowers, and I only watered half of it before." ”

Sikong Yao drooled. Looking at the fried shrimp, looking at Yang Muling, then at the fried shrimp, and then at Yang Muling.

"Mu Ling, I'll pour it later. Let's eat together. ”

Sikong Yao endured the pain and said this, how much she wanted to swallow all the fried shrimp alone.

Yang Muling turned her head, but her eyes sneaked over from time to time, and she squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "I'm not hungry!" ”

Sikong Yao grabbed Yang Muling's hand and told herself that she couldn't be so cruel, Mu Ling was a benefactor who had just operated on herself.

Sikong Yao gritted his teeth. said: "Mu Ling, eat a little." ”

Yang Muling told herself that it was clearly made by Meng Xiyao for Sikong Yao to eat, and she definitely couldn't get a piece of the pie.

But it looks really delicious!

No, just smell. The saliva is about to run.

"I don't eat it!"

Yang Muling shouted, almost crying, turned around and ran outside the house.

Sikong Yao began to gobble up, as happy as a flower.

Meng Xiyao watched quietly from the side and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

Sikong Yao nodded violently. He chewed the shrimp in his mouth and swallowed it twice, and hurriedly responded: "It's delicious, it's delicious!" Xiyao, how do you do it? It's so much better than the steak you've cooked before. ”

Meng Xiyao laughed softly, and just as he was about to answer, there was a commotion in the kitchen.

The drunk man staggered out of the kitchen and said unhappily, "Hey, which of you bullied my good boys?" ”

Sikong Yao stuffed the shrimp into his mouth, and then said innocently: "No, who?" Who dares to bully Mu Ling! ”

The drunk man glanced at Sikong Yao, and in the blink of an eye, there were only five fried shrimp left on the plate.

The drunk man said disdainfully: "The little girl has never seen anything in the world, and a few shrimps have taken your soul away?" ”

Sikong Yao sneered: "Who said, I've eaten better, in addition to the main dish, there is also a thing called dessert, do you know dessert?" Fresh milk and eggs, sugar and flour can be shaped into thousands of shapes and baked with different flavors. ”

The drunk man sneered, clearly laughing at Sikong Yao's ignorance, and said proudly: "When I was in the food world, you weren't born yet, have you eaten the authentic Potpourri Pavilion's osmanthus cake, the authentic Crispy Concubine Courtyard's shortbread, and the authentic Haixinglou's custard bun?" ”

Sikong Yao puffed out her mouth angrily, she hadn't been to this older generation of storefronts.

However, the art of cooking has been passed down from generation to generation, and the things that are made today have long since lost their authentic taste.

What's more, even if the amount of ingredients is the same, the taste of different pastry chefs is different.

At this point, Sikong Yao really can't compare with the old drunk man.

The drunkard smirked, apparently an old urchin, looking like a victor.

The drunkard then asked, "By the way, what about my green bamboo plum, bring it to me, I'm going to give you medicine." ”

Sikong Yao showed a sly look, protected Qingzhumei in his arms, and sneered: "Don't give it!" ”

The drunk man wanted to take a sip of wine and shook the wine gourd, but found that it was empty, and he was a little irritable, so he replied ignorantly: "Whatever you want, anyway, this green bamboo plum is for you to medicate, if you don't want it, take it." It's just that if the poison starts, you will be the one who suffers. ”

Sikong Yao laughed back: "Really? Okay, then I'll take it. ”

The drunkard suddenly became worried, if there was no green bamboo and plum wine, the wine worm would be addicted.

The drunk man hurriedly persuaded: "I'll tell you first, if the poison really starts, you can't stand it, are you sure you want to do it?" ”

Sikong Yao nodded and said, "Yes, it's good to poison me." ”

The drunk man scratched his head, and the wine worm was stirring in his stomach, and it was not at all uncomfortable.

The drunkard threatened again: "This poison is coming out, piercing the intestines and rotting the stomach, the skin is ulcerating, and all the hair is gone, are you not afraid of this?" ”

Sikong Yao smiled: "I'm not afraid, I want to see which of us is more uncomfortable than this wine worm." ”

The drunk man frowned slightly, thinking to himself, does this guy know something?

At this time, Yang Muling came over with a bowl of fried medicine, and when she saw her master who was so anxious that she scratched her ears and scratched her head, she scolded: "I've asked you to take a bath, and now the lice are itching, right?" ”

When the drunk man saw the medicine in Yang Muling's hand, he understood everything at once, and shouted: "Criminal, criminal!" ”

Yang Muling glanced at the drunkard and said faintly: "How can I provoke you again, you dead drunkard." ”

The drunk man said helplessly: "Now your master is really going to die, if there is no wine, how can I live?" ”

It stands to reason that Yang Muling should be towards her master, but at this time, Sikong Yao made another move.

Sikong Yao pushed the remaining half of the plate of fried shrimp to Yang Muling, changed the potion in her hand, and said with a smile: "Mu Ling, come and eat fried shrimp." ”

Yang Muling nodded with a smile, pretended not to hear the drunkard's words, and said casually: "Okay, good, it's delicious." ”

The drunk man pounded his chest and shook his head, and said in a lamented voice: "What kind of sin have I created to teach you such an apprentice." ”

Sikong Yao took a green bamboo plum into his mouth, let a trace of acid slowly dissolve in his mouth, and then turned into a warm sweetness, and said proudly: "Oh, this green bamboo plum is really crispy and fragrant, it's a pity, those who have eaten Baihua Xiangge osmanthus cake, crisp concubine courtyard shortbread, Haixinglou custard bun, it is estimated that they can't look at it." ”

The drunk man was so angry that he blew his nose and glared, when he was in the food world, everyone in the food forest bowed to him, but he didn't expect to be tricked by a little girl this time.

Sikong Yao stuffed a green bamboo plum into Yang Muling's mouth, and Yang Muling echoed: "Hmm! It's delicious, it's a waste of this stuff to make wine, let's eat it all. ”

Sikong Yao smiled: "Okay, okay, we have half of each of us, and we will divide it." ”

"Wait!" The drunk finally couldn't help it.

Sikong Yao thought to himself that he had almost finished playing, and he couldn't be too much, as long as the drunk opened his mouth softly, it would be fine.

Just wanted to return the green bamboo plum to the drunk, but the drunk said: "You hurry up and return the green bamboo plum to me, in exchange, I can give you a ......"

As soon as he heard the word "give", Sikong Yao suddenly took back the hand he had just stretched out.

The drunk man found Sikong Yao's hand that suddenly withdrew it, and only then did he realize that his words were too early.

The drunk reproached: "Give me the green bamboo plum." ”

Sikong smiled: "You seem to have just said, what do you want to give me?" ”

The drunken man blushed and retorted, "Where is it?" ”

Sikong Yao squinted and muttered, "Really? That's enough, it's enough for me to have green bamboo plums. ”

Let's say it, Sikong Yao took out a green bamboo plum from the bag again.

The drunk reprimanded: "Don't eat any more, I'll take what to make wine when I eat up!" ”

Sikong Yao shook his head and said, "I don't know, it seems that someone wanted to give me something just now, wouldn't it be good for you to take that soaking wine?" ”

The drunk man glanced at Sikong Yao and said, "If purple potatoes can also be soaked in wine, then wouldn't radishes also be used in medicine." ”

Sikong Yao said with some disappointment: "What should I be, it turned out to be just purple potato." ”

The drunk reprimanded: "Who said I was going to give you purple potatoes?" You've got me right, here's a dessert recipe, desiccated coconut purple sweet potato cheese balls! ”