Doomsday Pavilion

"Huh~"

Several people couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

With a small bowl of fish soup in hand, as the mountain breeze blows, the surface of the creamy white and rich fresh soup is slightly wrinkled, and then a layer of "milk skin" is formed quickly.

I picked it up with chopsticks, and it still felt very thick and dignified.

Obviously I feel that there is less fish soup, and Lord Shan is not anxious this time, and he looks at it in front of him, with a sound in his mouth.

"Fish intestine soup? Linzi, you really didn't waste a bit..."

Lin Chou contemptuously said,

"No waste?!"

"This is the essence, okay?"

Of course, Lin Chou’s reason is definitely not that a giant salamander has a lot of meat but the intestines are only a little bit so simple...

Lin Chou said,

"Many of the seemingly useless internal organs are actually more precious than you think, such as abalone liver, puffer fish liver, and anglerfish liver-naturally there are also giant salamander livers."

"Oh~" Huang Dashan's eyes lit up, and he was rummaging in his soup bowl.

Lin Chou began to ha ha ha ha,

"Don't look for it. When the soup was just served, I took special care of picking out all of your bowl to a few little guys. After all, unlike the puffer fish and the giant salamander, the liver is small and not enough."

With that, Lin Moumou grabbed a handful of washed nettle sprouts and threw them into Huang Dashan’s soup bowl.

"Look at you who are fat. You must have high blood lipids and cholesterol in everything. Eat more of this. It's brighter than pea tips~"

Huang Dashan: "???"

Lin Chou was right, and Wu Ke quickly confirmed this.

The young shoots of the nettle are slightly blanched in the fish soup, and the greenery is rippling from dark green to light green. The appearance of being half-covered and immersed in the fish soup is particularly attractive.

Wu Ke picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

"Huh~"

The faint herbal scent tastes a little bitter, and then what melts in the mouth is the sweetness of the thick fish soup adhered to the surface of the sprouts. The two sides stimulate each other and blend with each other. The textile generally weaves out a taste that is almost impossible. .

Wu Ke hurriedly took a sip of the soup, raised his thumb and praised it all the time.

"I said, Brother Sorrow, what kind of nettles are you, too awesome!"

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"Yes, it's delicious. Put a little bit on the fish fillet and rice porridge. It's very fresh."

Huang Dashan took a sip of fish soup, squinted and said,

"Isn’t the fish slice porridge made last time, I thought it was perfect, smooth, creamy, and fresh. But today I made a difference with this fish soup. It’s just...well, if you have to describe this bowl of fish soup. , I think a run word is enough."

"It moisturizes the throat, stomach, lungs, and a mouthful of hot soup. The whole person is moisturized, and the feet are very full."

Sheep Braid also expressed his opinion,

"Sweet, really sweet!"

Children rarely use "fresh" to describe something or a certain food, just as there is no such word in their dictionary, what they say most is sweet.

Maybe it can represent fresh and sweet?

The white soup, especially the pork belly, trotters and fish soup is especially served with pepper, and white pepper is the best.

With a few twists of the grinder bottle, the spicy aroma of crushed pepper blends perfectly with the fish soup.

Smell it, you feel refreshed and transparent.

Pepper can stimulate the deliciousness of the soup, and a little stimulation is like a catalyst, giving birth to the most intense taste experience.

After Lin Chou tasted the deliciousness of the fish soup, he fished out a white liver tip from the bowl.

The liver of the giant salamander has the whiteness that the first-class foie gras does not have. It is slightly yellow but the inferior fish liver. There is no trace of fat, but every inch of its tissue is full of the taste of cod liver oil. It is tender and smooth in the mouth like custard melts in the mouth. .

Huang Dashan said strangely,

"Put pepper? What a light fish soup, you put pepper, will you not live up to the deliciousness of the fish soup..."

Lin Chou ignored it, but Wu Ke was not happy anymore.

"What's wrong with pepper? What's wrong with pepper? Pepper tastes the most fragrant, okay! If there are good things, you won't be able to enjoy them. You will leave them in ancient times. If you want to eat them, you can't eat them.

Sometimes, what you like cannot tolerate others' presumptuousness-of course, generally speaking, the premise is that your fists are hard enough.

"A good thing?" Huang Dashan's expression was so disdainful and disdainful, he almost beat Wu Ke to show his position, "When will pepper be considered a good thing?"

Lin Chou said,

"Don't say it, it's true that this thing was very expensive in ancient times."

"Before it was introduced to China, pepper was already worth a price higher than gold. In ancient times, there was a country called Rome, which was besieged by the Goths and Huns twice. The other party offered to exchange the lives of all the people in the city. A ton of pepper. It is said that the most common complaint of the two generals who participated in the siege at that time was: These Romans were so cunning and damned that they always mixed the peppers they gave us with gold..."

"Well, even after it was introduced to China, its value was still strong. At that time, if you snatched a pepper from a merchant, it was worth as much as a bank robbery in modern times."

Huang Dashan smacked his lips, surprised,

"Really? Add gold to pepper? I'm afraid this ghost place in Rome is not specialized in producing fools!!"

Wu Ke and Lin Chou sighed silently.

She looked up at her cheap prince father, especially despised,

"It's not stupid, gold can only be used as wall tiles, pepper is fragrant!"

Everyone staggered--

However, it seems that the only function of Luanshan Gold in other people's Luan Mountain is really to act as a wall brick, and its value is not as good as obsidian!

Huang Dashan really wants to teach the little girl about the value system of the two closed areas, but after thinking about it, I think it’s better not to talk about it-in case the little girl really tears down the Queen’s bedroom and comes to Lin Chou, the ghost The place is changed to eat pancakes and fruits, and the Queen is afraid that she is going to draw her own tendons to make a binding rope to tie a tortoise shell to a horse.

Count the birds and count the birds, go to the ball and go to the ball!

Lin Chou coughed,

"Um, soup and soup, it's going to be cold."

If we continue to talk, I am afraid that we will completely collapse our values.

The fish liver is smooth, the fish intestines are crispy, and the fish maw is thick. In general, this is already a pot of fish soup that has won praise.

Even though he was full of hiccups, Wu Ke still couldn't forget the taste of the nettles in the fish soup.

"Why don't you pick more? Brother Chou, you are too biased towards Master Shan. I just watched you secretly grabbing such a big handful of vegetable sprouts from the bowl of Shan Master!"

Huang Dashan squinted at him,

"You are a rabbit, what can you eat with the old weeds, no wonder you are so thin as a little chicken."

Wu Ke stubbornly stiffened his neck.

"Stop talking, this researcher has no common language with a vulgar carnivore like you!"

"Hey, the little deflated calf is stinking with your Lord Shan, right?"

"Bite me?"

"Heh, have you seen a big fist like a casserole!"

"Hehe, let's take a look at the inverted mold of a proportional pan!"

People, once you become addicted to your skin, you don't even need your own life.