"Is it dark cuisine?" Zhao Dahai thought so, and then puffed up his anger and subconsciously muttered, "No, he's too cruel, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a pervert." Is it possible to kill a sheep so bloody? ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Dahai turned around and went back to the kitchen. Then he stood beside Li Gengxin and said what he had just seen in a low voice.

When Li Gengxin heard this, he was also confused in his heart. Suddenly, I heard the voice of the god of food in my heart and said: "This torture is said to be exquisite. Their pursuit of the ultimate in ingredients, in order to bring out the best taste, kill people without blinking, let alone a few sheep? ”

Li Gengxin was still puzzled, and argued with the God of Food in his heart: "Is it delicious to torture and kill?" I think it's nonsense, when I killed chickens, someone told me at that time, you have to be fast, it's best for chickens to die without pain, what kind of ...... I can't remember clearly, anyway, what enzymes are not secreted, so that the meat will not lose its delicious taste, like him, the sheep run all over the ground, the pain is to death, the meat is sour, can it be delicious? ”

The God of Food said speechlessly: "This is a good thing, but I heard what you saw when you heard Zhao Dahai, and it makes sense to think that Nalan is humble and sincere." These sheep drove him upside down, and the blood and qi of his whole body were several times that of normal days, and his muscles and flesh were stretched to the limit. You think that he will stick it and the blood will spray high, it is because the part where the meat is taken is the place where the muscles, veins, qi and blood meet, and the meat quality should be very special. However, if this alone is not enough, it is not enough to be a top-notch ingredient, and I suspect that there must be a special treatment in his recipe to bring out the flavor of this special ingredient. And it must be combined with a unique approach to materials. The world is so big that there are no surprises. You don't want to spy on people. ”

Li Gengxin listened to the words of the God of Food. He nodded thoughtfully, and said no more.

Presumably, Nalan cooked humbly, and did not want outsiders to watch.

When Nanalan came back humbly. Seeing that Li Gengxin was almost ready. invited Li Gengxin and the three of them to sit in the courtyard, and the tables and chairs split by the roots of the trees in the mountains according to their original shapes are not a little ingenious and chic and dusty.

Someone changed a set of purple sand tea sets, re-brewed a pot of tea, and Li Gengxin chatted while tasting tea. Zhao Dahai said anxiously: "You can still drink it." I'm dying! Why don't you go back and see? ”

Li Gengxin waved his hand slightly. smiled, and then listened to the God of Food's evaluation of Nalan's humility.

At this time, the god of food said: "Knowledgeable, friendly and natural; Nalan Qiancheng seems to have learned a lot of things, and he has a wide range of knowledge, and his voice is mellow and sweet. It's very useful. Mo Xiaoxian, that little girl likes people, and it's not unusual for a young man! "Which end of the earth are you?" Li Gengxin complained helplessly.

After a long time. Li Gengxin saw Nalan Qiancheng walk out, stood quietly by the door, and changed into dark blue clothes. Li Gengxin can't help but admit that although this guy sometimes wants to let himself smoke him, although he speaks. But handsome is still handsome, no wonder Mo Xiaoxian's eyes beside him are full of tenderness.

Subsequently, Li Gengxin rushed directly into the kitchen and began to tidy up his own things!

Time flies, when the masterpieces of the two are placed on the table, there is a light green transparent crystal bowl on the left. On the right is a bright yellow stripe. The dishes in the two utensils are very elegant, and they don't look very bright and public, Li Gengxin shivered his nose vigorously, and he only smelled the wonderful aroma for a while. Knowing that the control of the fragrance is simple, Nalan Qiancheng can actually be on par with his own style! Even taller than himself, faintly twitched. In his heart, he was immediately impressed by Nalan Qiancheng.

His own dishes are made because of happiness, and Nalan's humble ones are burned with real knives and real fire!

"How do you judge?" Seeing that everyone was silent. Zhao Dahai suddenly burst out. After all, there are only two people today, Nalan Qiancheng and Li Gengxin. Referees have become a scarce resource!

Nalan Qiancheng laughed and said, "I don't care, a few of you can do it." I'm convinced of what you can say. I'll throw in the towel! ”

Zhao Dahai pointed at Nalan and said sincerely: "What is the uncle behind you doing?" ”

Nalan Qiancheng glanced back? The man in the back slowly probed his brain and smiled bitterly: "I came to repair things from the property!" But am I really that old? ”

Zhao Dahai smiled helplessly, Li Gengxin was just about to speak, this person said casually: "But then again, ask me to taste it, it's like a cow chewing a peony, I can't taste the sweet and sour, what else do you want to talk about." Speaking of heartache, his words were full of gloom, and Li Gengxin's heart was also inexplicably sour.

After a few discussions, Mo Xiaoxian was promoted to the position of referee.

Both sides agreed. This is not unrelated to Mo Xiaohua's idiot......

Mo Xiaoxian looked at both sides of the table, lifted the lid of the crystal bowl, and looked over, "What is this?" The soup is watery, and it really doesn't have much appetite. After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Nalan Qiancheng.

Zhao Dahai glanced at it and hesitated: "This, this is the boiled pork slices made by Li Gengxin?" You didn't know when you were preparing the materials just now? How could you not know this? ”

"Boiled pork slices?" Mo Xiaoxian stuck out his tongue. Suddenly speechless!

"Who says that boiled pork slices are all red soup pulls? When you get to the depths of your cooking skills, you will naturally change......" Li Gengxin defended.

"Oh, got it." Mo Xiaoxian waved his hand to interrupt him, picked up the wooden chopsticks on the table, closed his eyes and whispered, "Sichuan cuisine is first-class, unpredictable, and the means are endless. But no matter how it changes, if you want to live up to the name of boiled meat slices, the four links of knife work, hanging pulp, seasoning and pouring oil are indispensable, I try to see ...... say, raise the chopsticks in the bowl and pluck it, and suddenly a fresh fragrance, along the chopsticks broken soup noodles, rushed out, straight to the nose of everyone.

Many people have never smelled such an attractive taste, but for a moment, the unique strong spicy and fresh fragrance sensation stimulated the nasal cavity alternately, and Mo Xiaoxian couldn't care about the image of a lady. Saliva gushed out, and I had to swallow it in one gulp.

The people next to him were much calmer than Li Genglai. Mo Xiaoxian's chopsticks didn't move, but only slightly drew his nose;

Nalan Qiancheng first showed an intoxicated expression. Immediately, he was a little worried, and he couldn't help but look at Nalan Qiancheng. Obviously, the odds are not as good as before; Nalan Qiancheng still looked like an expressionless zombie, but he also nodded slightly; Only Brother Feng didn't make a sound, but the lonely look in his eyes was even better.

Mo Xiaoxian took the chopsticks and swirled around the soup, and picked up a piece of white jade-like meat, half an inch square, only the thickness of the coin, trembling on the tip of the chopsticks. Mo Xiaoxian took a closer look, but did not eat, and gently threw it back into the soup. Then I fished out a few slices to take a closer look, the knife worker has absolutely nothing to say, the general size is thick and thin, the neat and well-proportioned slices of fine tenderloin, and there is no trace of the butcher left with tendons, white, and it is gratifying to look at. Mo Xiaoxian nodded and said, "I have nothing to say about the knife work." Li Gengxin, you see, although this boiled pork slice is the most common Sichuan dish, it looks very inconspicuous. It's coarse and tight, but it's actually very particular, and this one cut alone determines whether the taste is pure or not. Thick is not tasteful. If it is thin, it will be stiff when it rolls in the water, and if it is cut to hang tendons, it will be like chewing pig hair in the mouth. It's not smooth, refreshing, or tender, how can there be a little bit of boiled taste? Knife work. Touching the name of the king of chefs has to be deducted by one point......"

Zhao Dahai said with a bitter face next to him: "I cut the meat!" “

Mo Xiaoxian grinned and nodded. Then he said, "Let's see how you hang the pulp." ”

Picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewed it for a long time but did not speak. His face gradually became solemn, and finally he had a slightly disappointed look. "What? Isn't it good? Zhao Dahai was anxious all of a sudden, he couldn't care much, grabbed Mo Xiaoxian's sleeve and asked, "Why don't you speak?" What's so bad? ”

The blind worship of Li Gengxin made Zhao Dahai's face anxious and inexplicable!

Mo Xiaoxian shook his head, raised his eyes and looked out of the door, his voice was a little empty: "It's not bad, it tastes good." Li Gengxin's kung fu pickled in the slurry is perfect, the taste is delicate, the meat slices are full of water, and the powder is less than ordinary people, but just when it is boiling in the water, he turns over and leaves, and the meat is fresh and tender, which is by no means comparable to ordinary chefs. The boiled meat slices are extremely hot, and the time is slightly longer and the meat slices are like wood chips, and the chewing does not move; If the heat is insufficient, the meat will not be cooked, glutinous and tasteless. To get you like this, the meat slices are full of juice, melt in the mouth, fresh and tender, and it is not easy. Any dish has a fate, and if you can't find it, you often go in the opposite direction, and draw tiger dogs, although this boiled meat slice is a clear soup, but the final oil splash is quite old and spicy...... It should be said that the technique is mature, spicy and fragrant, and the appearance is quite good, which is better than what you show in Hangzhou. For this dish alone, maybe it's still a little worse? ”

Mo Xiaoxian actually gave a very high evaluation. Nalan Qiancheng frowned slightly.

Mo Xiaoxian's words made everyone silent, and Li Gengxin wanted to comfort Zhao Dahai, but he didn't know what to say. I only grabbed the chopsticks, fished out a piece of meat in the bowl, and comforted my mouth first. As soon as the meat slice was eaten, Li Gengxin felt an extremely pure feeling of familiar Sichuan cuisine, as the chopsticks were sent into his mouth slowly, his teeth chewed slightly, and the meat slice made a crisp juice bursting sound, and the smooth and tender taste made it difficult to suppress the joy. As the slices of meat melt in the mouth, the heavy spicy and spicy aroma is very soothing, expanding more and more, until it fills the entire mouth, and the more later, the more intense, sweeping from every taste bud like a spring breeze. The irrepressible taste made Li Gengxin fish another piece of rape, which was heavier than the meat slices, mixed with the fragrance of vegetables, which was incomparable.

Nalan is humble and not spicy, but he also admires Li Gengxin's craftsmanship.

Nalan Qian was extremely slow, and his cold expression gradually faded in the delicious taste, and in Li Gengxin's opinion, this was a little human. After tasting it, he closed his eyes and did not say anything about it. After seeing that everyone had tasted it, Brother Feng also took a piece and tasted it, chewed it for a long time, and couldn't taste anything......

Li Gengxin doesn't know why, is there something wrong with the god of food, why is the food in the past so evaluated?

Seeing that Li Gengxin's eyes were full of disappointment, and he stubbornly bit his lower lip, Mo Xiaoxian threw away his chopsticks, and his voice was gentle: "Don't be disappointed, even if you grab it today, you have to snatch the knife back!" ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly said, "You peasant knows a fart!" The boiled pork slices that Lao Tzu ate 5 years ago taste no different from this! (To be continued......)