Chapter Eighty-Seven: Is This a Delusion?
"No," Chen Yu was also quite embarrassed, but he still stubbornly said: "It's really from Hong Xiaobao." β
"This ......" Chen Peng was glad that he didn't say anything, and at this moment, he immediately started to round the game with the least embarrassment: "This...... Brother Chen, hehe...... A lot of things smell good, but they don't taste very good, and Boss Hong's dish tastes good, but I still like you better. β
"Yes, yes," Su Tian immediately smiled as well, trying to make a drooling look, "Senior brother, how long is it left?"
"The chicken belly is stuffed with spices, and those spices have to be simmered slowly, and it will take half an hour. β
"It's only been half an hour!" Su Tian exaggerated: "It's too fast!"
"yes, yes. Chen Peng also said.
It's just that after these few awkward conversations, the field fell into a subtle embarrassing atmosphere again, and the three of them wanted to find something to talk about, how to talk about how to come to the topic on weekdays, but they got stuck somewhere, and the most unbearable thing is that the thrilling and exciting fragrance has not only not dissipated, but also has a tendency to become more and more powerful!
The three of them tried to stay still, but the saliva at the bottom of their tongues had been wave after wave, and the three of them all sat silently, just cooing and swallowing saliva into their stomachs.
"Oh my God! what kind of fragrance is this!" Chen Peng stared at the bonfire, trying not to pay attention to the fragrance, but his nostrils opened angrily at some point......
"Bear with it!" Su Tian thought fiercely, "In a few moments, the fragrance of the blue-crowned chicken will be roasted, and it will be fine then." β
Finally, the blue-crowned chicken was bubbling with oil, and drops of golden oil fell into the fire, and each drop of oil was a small tongue of fire.
It's just that......
The fragrance of the blue-crowned chicken is also very fragrant, but it really doesn't have half of the fragrance of Hong Xiaobao! No, half of it is not! Compared to it, it is like the difference between Shanzhen and Wowotou.
It's getting more and more fragrant!
Even if the two fragrances are mixed together, the nostrils can easily distinguish the difference between the two fragrances, and gently pluck them in the nose, like a tangible line, poking into the heart from the nose......
"It's amazing!" Chen Yu's self-confidence was crumbling little by little, "You can still have such a fragrance from such a distance, what level of cooking technique is this! In terms of fragrance alone, even my father can't do this!"
"@#Β₯" It just so happened that Hong Xiaobao seemed to have finally fried at this time, and said something, the distance was a little far away and it was not true, and it was this unreal that made the three of them make up all kinds of words in their hearts:
"It smells so good!"
"It's delicious!"
"Delicious in the world!"
Thinking about it like this, the three of them couldn't help it, the blue-crowned chicken had disappeared in front of their eyes, just imagining what kind of dishes Hong Xiaobao had made.
How did they know that Hong Xiaobao just said "amazing", and at this moment, Hong Xiaobao appeared on the slope and said with a smile: "Three, my dish here is ready, how about eating roast chicken with a side dish?"
Su Tian and Chen Peng were a thousand and ten thousand willing, but they all looked at Chen Yu with forcibly.
"Let's go!" Chen Yu was a bachelor, and said with a reluctant smile: "Senior Brother Hong, this dish is extraordinary, and I think it is also a chef, so it's good for us to observe and learn." β
The two of them immediately became happy when they heard him say this, and they came to Hong Xiaobao with joy.
Su Tian took a good bite and grabbed the pot next to the small waterfall in one step, and was immediately stunned: "You...... The smell is this dish?!" She couldn't believe it, but it was clear that the smell came from here, and she was even more surprised: "Shredded potatoes can also be fried like this?"
Chen Peng was also stunned, and said while swallowing his saliva: "Boss Hong, don't say it's this dish." β
Only Chen Yu was shocked after being slightly stunned, everyone in the apprentice of the cooking pavilion knew that the more ordinary the ingredients, the more difficult it was to make delicious, just like in front of him, is it difficult to fry the blue-crowned chicken to such a fragrance or is it more difficult to potatoes?
The answer is obvious! Hong Xiaobao made one point of ingredients into ten points of taste, while he used five or six points of ingredients to make only seven or eight points of taste.
"Hehe," Hong Xiaobao said with a smile: "That's it, if you don't dislike it, eat it." β
"Senior Brother Hong, is that senior sister welcome?" Su Tian smiled and casually folded two branches to make chopsticks, picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth.
In an instant, the crisp raw potatoes, the potatoes that perfectly penetrated the sour bamboo sourness, coupled with the medium spicy that danced on the tip of the tongue, supplemented by various condiments, these ingredients perfectly matched together in this dish, exuding an absolutely irresistible taste, just one bite, Su Tian had already fallen, chewed a few bites violently, and stopped abruptly, wanting to let this taste stay in his mouth for a while longer, and finally swallowed it, Su Tian was already full of intoxication, and said stupidly: "Oh my God!
Chen Peng couldn't hold it anymore, and he also learned from Su Tian to break two branches at will to make chopsticks, picked up a big bite and put it in his mouth, only one bite, his eyes were already round, he chewed a few times, and swallowed, "I'm so delicious!"
Chen Yu also moved his index finger and smiled at Hong Xiaobao: "Senior Brother Hong, then I will also start." As he spoke, he picked up a pair of chopsticks......
Chen Yu put the shredded potatoes on the side of his nose and smelled it: "Fragrance, very!" secretly said in his heart that this fragrance is absolutely amazing, and picked up two more and chewed the first bite: "The heat is eight ripe, ripe and crispy, not only fried potatoes, but also let the potatoes still retain a crisp and raw taste! Heat, very!"
"The sour taste should be sour bamboo, which has been perfectly integrated into the shredded potatoes, and this flavor is ...... Sky...... Ah......" Even if he was evaluating it in his heart, Chen Yu didn't have time to think about anything anymore, he just reveled in the deliciousness of this shredded potato, jumped between his tongue and circulated between his teeth with that taste, and finally turned into a stream of heat and rolled into his abdomen.
Ahh......h
It's like swallowing a breath of warm sunlight, like drinking a sip of water whose temperature is no more than a penny.
"Ahh......h My aura is rising! Oh my God! This ...... Is this a delusion?"
(δΈδΈ Chinese )