Zhang Shicheng entered the door and saw Ying Xue sitting and talking with a woman dressed as a woman. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Shicheng pretended to meet by chance and said to Ying Xue: "Miss Ying Xue, you are so fateful, we met again." ”

After listening to it endlessly, there were three black lines hanging on his head, and his heart said: Can you have a snack? Where is all the kung fu to shoot your aunt's ass?

Sakura snorted coldly, not bothering to deal with him at all.

The vegetable girl looked at Yingxue, then at Zhang Shicheng, got up and said to Aunt Zhang: "There are guests at the aunt's house, so my sister and I will go back first." ”

Aunt Zhang grabbed her and said, "Don't get in the way, this is my nephew." Your uncle and I have no children under our knees, so I have long regarded him as a son, and I am not an outsider. You go upstairs first, and we'll eat upstairs in a minute. ”

The vegetable girl still wanted to say goodbye, but Aunt Zhang pretended to be angry and said: "If you resign again, you will look down on the eldest lady." ”

The vegetable girl had no choice but to say, "Okay." ”

After speaking, he took Sakura Xue to the second floor.

Zhang Shicheng watched Ying Xue's back disappear at the staircase with a little regret, and sighed with a little regret.

He took off his burden and took out an oilcloth paper bag from it: "This bag of salt is for filial piety to my aunt." ”

Aunt Zhang took it beautifully: "Okay, it's still your filial piety." She said to Uncle Zhang, "In a while, divide this dish into two portions, and we women will eat it upstairs." ”

Zhang Shicheng listened, and glanced at the staircase with even more disappointment.

Seeing his expression so lost, he laughed in his heart: Rub, what is this? Xiaoxiong is sad about the female man's pass?

Aunt Zhang suddenly remembered the big fish just now, so she ordered: "Son, quickly clean up the fish and let the little master taste your craftsmanship." ”

Zhang Shicheng looked at it in surprise: "Little master doesn't avoid wine and meat? ”

Endless shyness: "The little monk has a Buddha in his heart." ”

Aunt Zhang said to her nephew: "The little master is a high-ranking monk, so naturally he doesn't stick to these forms, so go and clean it up." ”

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll go." After Zhang Shicheng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house.

Aunt Zhang said to her husband again: "Old man, hurry up and prepare mustard and vinegar." ”

"Let's go." Uncle Zhang also turned around and went to the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang turned to the end again and praised: "My nephew, who makes a good hand of fish tart, is the chef of Zhang's rich family, and his skills are not as good as his skills." ”

"Yes! So powerful! The endless reaction was extremely exaggerated, and the look of surprise and admiration made Aunt Zhang a little satisfied.

But in fact, I don't know what the hell this "fish belly" is? It's just that he, as a top foodie who "can't be disappointed by beauty and food", of course, has to show the quality of a professional foodie.

More importantly, when facing his "number one fan" of the Great Yuan Dynasty, he must establish and maintain the all-knowing glorious image of the "little monk".

On the one hand, I don't want to miss the historic moment of "Killing Fish at the End of the Yuan Dynasty", on the other hand, I want to seriously and carefully observe Zhang Shicheng's cooking skills, and quickly figure out what the hell is "fish belly"!

In the small courtyard of the Zhang family, Zhang Shicheng took out a slender dagger from his baggage, rinsed it with clean water, and then fished out a big fish from the wooden basin next to him.

The fish had just recovered in the water, and was caught again, naturally unwilling, its body writhed and struggled, and the water splashed.

Zhang Shicheng knocked the fish unconscious with a dagger, and then drew a deep bone-reaching hole on the gills and fish maw, without piercing the fish maw, and the strength was just right, and then the dagger was stabbed into the fish spine, and the wrist was forced, and half of the fish meat was removed.

Once he had half a slice of fish, he placed the scaly side down, the dagger lodged between the skin and the flesh, and with a slight push, the skin and flesh were peeled off.

His movements are skilful and brisk, and a dagger is scratching, picking, stabbing, and cutting the fish. After a while, the whole fish was cut into thin fillets and placed on a plate, which was the same size and crystal clear.

Zhang Shicheng said to Bu Zhi: "Little master, taste it, how does this fish taste like?" ”

He picked up a piece from the plate, looked at it, and said in his heart, "Nima egg, what do I think this fish belly is?" It turned out to be sashimi! I really didn't expect that the people of the Yuan Dynasty would also eat this!

How did he know that this fish belly, that is, sashimi, is one of the oldest traditional foods in China, appeared in the Zhou Dynasty, flourished in the Sui and Tang dynasties, declined in the Yuan and Ming dynasties, and gradually disappeared from the Chinese table at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and was carried forward by the Japanese.

Before the reincarnation, he had eaten sashimi a few times, and he had some impressions of this thing, but he didn't have much interest. His appreciation for this "Xiaoxiong sashimi" is more because of Zhang Shicheng.

Endless praise: "Master Zhang, how exquisite this knife technique is, the fish made is as thin as cicada wings, crystal clear, and it makes people have a great appetite." ”

Zhang Shicheng smiled innocently: "The little master has won the prize, what kind of knife technique is this, it can only be a little trick to kill fish." ”

And this little trick in Zhang Shicheng's mouth was used on people a few days later, and it was too late to cut a person alive.

He smiled endlessly, put the crystal clear sashimi in his mouth, and chewed it gently, but gradually frowned.

Zhang Shicheng didn't know why, and asked: "This fish belly, but it doesn't suit the taste of the little master?" ”

He shook his head: "This fish is delicious, soft and chewy, and it is indeed rare and delicious." It's just that now that the weather is hot, the umami will be lost if the fish is left for a while, but it is a fly in the ointment. ”

Zhang Shicheng nodded in agreement, he is also an expert in eating fish, so he naturally understands what the little master means: "The little master has a high opinion, but he doesn't know what way to maintain the deliciousness of this fish." ”

I couldn't stop thinking about it: "If you put the fish on the ice, it will be perfect." ”

Zhang Shicheng asked, "Little Master, have you eaten like this?" ”

Bu Xiu patted his chest proudly: "That's nature, ice has the effect of relieving the heat and keeping it fresh." If you put this fish troll on ice, it can not only maintain the freshness of the fish, but also make the taste of the fish tallow more crisp and tender, and with mustard and soy sauce, it is fresh, spicy, salty, sweet, tsk, it is simply delicious in the world. ”

Zhang Shicheng listened to what he said, and he also became interested in chilled fish tart, and he was eager to try it and wanted to make it himself. But after thinking about it, he shook his head again and said, "It's very hot now, where is the ice?" If it's winter, there may be ice. ”

He said casually: "No ice? Then make a piece. ”

"What? Make a piece? Little Master has this magic skill? Isn't that a joke? Zhang Shicheng's face was incredible.

Seeing that he didn't believe him, he said, "The monks don't talk nonsense, let alone food!" As long as there's saltpeter, buddy... Oh no, the little monk will immediately turn you into a lump of ice! ”

"Saltpeter?" Zhang Shicheng has a question mark in his head.

Thinking that he didn't know what saltpeter was, he explained: "Yes, saltpeter is the raw material for making gunpowder!" ”

"What does the little master want saltpeter for?" Behind him, Uncle Zhang's voice came, he walked out of the kitchen with a vinegar dish in one hand and mustard in the other, just in time to hear the words.

Zhang Shicheng replied: "Uncle, the little master wants to use saltpeter to turn ice." ”

"Ice with saltpeter?" Uncle Zhang said: "This saltpeter is the mother of fire, this ice is the essence of water, water and fire are incompatible, how to make ice?" No way! ”

He blurted out the slogan: "Nothingisimpossible!"