Su Yourong smiled with crooked eyebrows.

This little girl who has never felt her father's love is thinking about it in her heart, and she is stunned.

Dumb, cute.

As a result, the group of women behind him seemed to have seen such incredible events.

"Yo Yo Yo, Teacher Xiao Su!"

"We can see and hear it~"

"Such a strong and gentle Boss Lin, what kind of master is he called~"

Xiao Yourong was immersed in his mind and didn't react for a while, and muttered,

"That's what 'Daddy' feels like, I almost called 'Daddy' out of my voice."

The eyes of the big girls and little daughters-in-law suddenly widened like light bulbs,

"Wow, I didn't expect Boss Lin to have such a special hobby!"

"Envy~"

"Filth, filth, filth"

"What is this, our family often exports others while sighing ~ ashamed to death ~"

A certain father Lin heard the sound of this group of women getting into the car in the kitchen, and looked at the kitchen knife in his hand without saying a word.

Pretty!

Are you ashamed?

Do you have any misunderstanding of the word "shame"?

I really want to weld the car door for them, and use physics to tell them what father's love is like a landslide!

And, you're completely mistaken, okay?

"You're right here, don't move around, I'll buy a few oranges."

It's very warm, isn't it?

Generally, we call this situation "someone else's child" and "someone else's father"~

According to Boss Lin's cognition of Boss Lin, combined with the market interpretation of ancient China and Mingguang, the above sixteen words plus punctuation points, deeply realized that only the meaning of the four words "don't move" is the clearest, and it is the kind that is the key to be tested.

What if you move around?

My father will probably pull out the orange tree that has just been cut down next to the train station and is full of oranges, and his backhand is a mountain splitting and slashing the bear child who runs around casually and squeezes the juice of the orange tree with the tree.

Si Kong, who pushed the door and walked into the dining room, saw Lin Chou in the kitchen staring at the kitchen knife and was stunned.

He said strangely,

"When you have time to stir-fry, you have to admire your handsome face on the blade of the kitchen knife?"

"Ahem!" Lin Chou put down the kitchen knife and dragged out a wet tarpaulin wrapped in something from behind the middle island, "What, the fish that Huang Dashan snatched back from the sea is quite a rare alienated fish species, and it is the first time I have seen such a big head treasure Anyway, you are blessed." ”

Lin Chou was still a little moved, there was a big accident, and Huang Dashan didn't forget to bring him some souvenirs back.

"Big-headed treasure?" Sikong repeated, "You mean plum boyfish~"

"Okay, you," Lin Chou didn't expect Sikong to know about this kind of fish, "Erudite and talented Sikong Gongzi." ”

Sikong scratched his head,

"I heard that before the cataclysm, this fish was up to 200 millimeters long, so I'm afraid you have to be two meters long, right?"

Lin Chou said while unpacking the tarpaulin,

"Who knows, I was busy before, so I didn't care too much about it and let it go after a glance."

As soon as the tarpaulin was opened, the smell of the sea became even stronger, and the big head treasure lying in the tarpaulin was at least one meter nine long, taller than Lin Chou.

From the lip down to the back of the gills to the ventral side until the tip of the narrow tail shows a noble golden color, only the back of the large round head and near the dorsal fin are dark brown with a dark green color.

The scales of the fish's body reflect the kitchen light, which is gorgeous.

Sikong opened his mouth,

"I'm knocking, this fish looks so pretty? It can be called the 'Ninety-Five' in the fish! ”

Lin Chou secluded the road,

"Or, take a closer look"

Sikong felt the strangeness in Lin Chou's tone, and took a closer look.

“”

"When God opens a door for you, he will inevitably close a window, and this is especially useful for fish."

The scales covered in this plum boy fish are crystal clear and have their own epic flash effects, but its appearance

How to say it, the round and rumbling brain shape gives people a kind of "honest" over-the-top rush, big mouth and small eyes, and one mouth almost grinning to the eye socket.

Yes, you read that right.

The devil knows what this thing thinks, and it actually transforms into a weird, upturned fish mouth, like a capital comical one.

What is it for?

Is the funny D method good?

Laughing at the predators who inherited its full belly of oil?

The fish's mouth is covered with long fluffy yellow-brown tiny teeth, and longer and thicker black tentacles appear intermittently.

At first glance, it is not only sloppy, but also a little weirdly disgusting.

The eyes of this nearly two-meter-long fish are not as big as Sikong's fingers.

The pupils on the gray and cloudy eyes are the size of pinheads, and they seem to be rolling their eyes all the time.

The above is not the end, the lips that originally looked thick and sexy from a distance are actually crooked to the side.

Sikong said speechlessly,

"When this thing was reincarnated, it must have hit the ground first and didn't run."

Lin Chou was happy, looked at it over and over again, and then stained his hands with tiny scales.

The scales of the plum boy fish are very easy to fall off, which is normal, but the scales of the guy who has become so big after alienation are still so small, which feels a little strange.

"Well, first order, pretty good."

"I haven't seen it before, but I heard that before the cataclysm, this fish was very tender, soft and smooth, and I don't know if it can retain this attribute when it grows so big."

Sikong muttered,

"Who cares as long as it's not a horse meat noodle soup, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay~"

Lin Chou: ─━_─━?

Sikong looked up at the beams and carefully studied the menu.

"Ahem, what are you going to do with this big guy, stew? Teriyaki? Rice balls? Chop the head of the pepper fish, forget it, I can't swallow it, I always feel that a few feet wearing spiked shoes have stepped on the head of the fish more than a hundred times. ”

Lin Chou bought a pass,

"Uh, do something you haven't seen before."

After saying that, he threw a huge fish pia on the board.

"Duh", the head and body are directly separated, simple and rough.

A cold iron knife cut through the tail, and when it was pushed forward, the whole side of the fish flesh was cut, and there was not even a single crooked knife mark on the exposed fish bone.

Sikong said enviously,

"I always think that your knife is a good knife"

Lin Chou: "??? ”

Are you envious of the wrong object, the knife is like a dragon, this handsome knife is the key!

Removing the two pieces of fish, Lin Chou found a tweezer to pull out the remaining fish bones and continued to divide them.

"The hardness of this thorn is really not good, it's a bit like cartilage."

Sikong asked,

"Not quite right, full slices? Such tender fish can't stand up to this simple and crude method."

The more tender the meat, the easier it is to lose water, dry out and become woody, especially when the fish is cut into oddly shaped slices.

Lin Chou cut off a part of the whole fish, and then directly connected the skin of the fish with the thick skin of the next finger and the skin of the fish, leaving only the fish meat under the slice and put the rest away.

"Simple and crude?" Lin Chou smiled, noncommittal.

The meat of the plum boy fish is beautiful, and it has a faint haze that circulates like fluorite in the slightly dark kitchen, and it is as white as silver, and it is "fresh" and tender that can be observed with the naked eye alone.

Lin Chou did not hesitate to cut the fish with skin into strips the size of his little finger, and turned on the fire and put it in the pot.

Seeing that the pot was hot and smoking, he skinned once,

"Wide oil waiting!"

Tons tons tons ~

Half a pan of oil.

Sikong's eyes widened,

"Oil, oil, oil, fried?"

"Anything can be tempura?"

"You call this a delicate thing?"

"Are you delicate and have some strange misunderstanding!"

No matter how you look at the fresh and tender fish and meat, there is an urge to silently say "festival mourning".

Lin Chou quickly turned down the flame under the stove, so small that it was almost impossible to see the flames,

"It's not deep-frying, to be precise, it's one of the 21 cooking techniques of Cantonese cuisine before the cataclysm, which is called 'oil bubbles'."

"Of course, in other cuisines, one of the methods of 'oil soaking', 'oil soaking', 'soaking oil' and 'oil soaking' is also it."

"It is common in the circle, but it is not visible outside the circle."

"The oil bubble pays attention to a yin oil pot, which is what we call hot pot and cold oil."

Lin Chou lifted the pot and raised it a little, shaking the body of the pot while gently stirring the oil with a spoon.

"The oil bubbles have a precise oil temperature requirement between 80 and 90 degrees Celsius."

"Of course, the most suitable temperature is actually 86~89 degrees."

Sikong sluggish road,

"Can 86 to 89 degrees really be brushed aside with a simple 'control'? Funny right."

Lin Chou kept adjusting the oil in the pot in his hand and said,

"Practice makes perfect."

Sikong Gongzi's curiosity is ready, and now it's just a cat.

"Why do you use oil bubbles? It's so precise, it's too embarrassing, it's scary."

"Anyway, the chef who came up with this cooking technique and invented this dish was actually just going to be anti-human, right?!"

Lin Chou shook his head,

"To a certain extent, for some fresh and tender ingredients, 'oil' is better than 'water' to ensure that the water in the ingredients is not lost, and the oil bubbles are doing their best to make the ingredients 'hold their breath' and retain the original taste and freshness of the ingredients."

As he spoke, Lin Chou sprinkled some salt and wine on the fish strips, and put them in the pot.

Sikong felt quite fresh, it was the first time he had seen this kind of practice.

When the fish is in the pot, the oil pot is slightly rippling, there is no "bang" sound and no tumbling bubbles, it is particularly quiet, like solidified amber.

But in fact, it did not "solidify", and the fish in the oil pan was slowly changing little by little.

Lin Chou gently pushed the fish with a colander so that it was in full contact with the oil.

When the edge of the skin is slightly rolled up, the meat is pulled from all sides and curled inward with the skin as the center, and the meat is quickly removed and a colander containing the fish is placed on the container.

Holding the oil pan, once, twice, three times, a total of three times.

At this time, the flesh of the plum boy fish has changed from translucent white to snow white, and there is a faint hint of pink mixed with it.

Sikong swallowed his saliva,

"See, hell, this color, this feeling, just looking at it, it feels very tender, can you eat it??"

Lin Chou smiled,

"No, it's seven and a half to eight mature now, and I still have to fry it a little."

Lin Chou first mixed the light soup with starch and made a thin thickener and put it aside.

A few shallots, a little carrot slices, and a stir-fry in a pan with clear oil for a while.

Then put the fish meat in one hand and the sauce in the other hand into the pot at the same time.

Quickly threw the bowl aside in his hand, held the pot in his left hand and slapped the wrist of his left hand with his right hand.

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

"Papa~"

With each beat, the fish at the bottom of the pot happens to form a tiny and rounded overall tumble in the pan.

"You can't use a spoon and a shovel, the meat of the plum boy fish is too tender and will crumble when touched."

Roll the fish three times and remove from the pan and serve.

Sikong had nothing to say, and looked at the fish on the plate in front of him fixedly, and even forgot to take the chopsticks handed over by Lin Chou.

Lin Chou snapped his fingers in front of Sikong's nose,

"Eat, this dish is measured by the second."

"The oil bubble is seventy-and-a-half to eight ripe."

"Stir-fry ninety to ninety-half cooked."

"Put it in front of you"

"Dangdangdang~"

"Just right!"

"Is it delicate enough?"

This time, Sikong who returned to his senses didn't need Lin Chou's urging at all.

"Ha, all over the world, only food and beautiful scenery can not be disappointed! emmmmm”

Lin Chou listened attentively, and the hand-to-hand combat between the Red Mountain and Old Man Gao was still going on outside.

"Heh, it looks like they don't have time to eat this dish."

A certain Lin sat down with a dishonest ass,

"Let the chef taste it"

At this time, a soft and cute Su Yourong came out of the kitchen, staring at Lin Chou with big eyes.

“？？？”

Uh, that's embarrassing!

Lin Chou pretended to pat his head,

"Hey, I'll just say I forgot something important!"

Su Yourong's resentment came to his face,

"Division emmmmmmm"

Lin Chou, as the most fierce first-order awakened person in Mingguang, was not given for nothing, and his shot was fixed in the small mouth of the soft and cute disciple like a phantom of a chopstick, and the chopsticks and teeth made a slight "click" sound.

Then Su Yourong's words automatically "clicked" and became "emmmmm" chewing.

Su Yourong's eyes were originally staring at the boss, knocking fiercely, but as soon as the fish meat entered the mouth, it immediately turned into a happy crescent moon shape.

Sikong looked at Su Yourong for a long time, and said seriously,

"Your apprentice is not talented."

Lin Chou had a resentful + surprised face.

Yourong's cooking proficiency is indeed only a scum "2", but it's not right, how did this kid see it?

Sikong crooked his mouth,

"The first reaction when something pokes into your mouth is to chew!"

Lin Chou: "??? ”

╯︵┻━┻

In a frenzy!

Yourong is still a child!

This baby is handsome, and he's still a child!

Sikong suddenly realized something, and his face turned green.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem"

Eating with his head bored, looking at that unusually serious and serious face, it seems that this plate of exquisite dishes Sikong Gongzi can no longer eat the wonderful feeling just now.

Taste the same as chewing wax!

Fortunately, Huang Dashan's words floated from the "boom" sound that had never stopped outside, and Lin Chou's cannibalistic gaze was terminated in time.

"The surname is Lin, don't think that I can't see you if you hide in, your chimney is smoking, what the hell are you secretly cooking??"

His voice didn't matter, first the dining room door was pushed open.

Countless pairs of eyes locked on the inside of the small restaurant, and the eyebrows were affectionate, and the resentment of the sight made Lin Chou's scalp tingle.

Then there was a loud "boom" at the back door of the kitchen, and the whole small restaurant shook three times, and you don't need to look at it to know that this is a rolling adult.

Lin Chou silently put down his chopsticks,

"?ο'*)))) Alas"

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