Gourmets in the Heavens

Zhao Yougan, who was continuing to cook, didn't know that he had already made a girl cry just by frying the peppers. He saw that he slid the marinated fat directly into the hot pot where the peppers had been fried, and turned the heat down to slow down. Slowly pop the lard out.

Wait until the color of the soy sauce gradually darkens and the fat is reduced and the fat is fried.

I saw Zhao Yougan move his wrist, put the garlic slices and ginger slices in the pot, and put his knees on it, and the firepower of the stove suddenly intensified.

'Boooo! '

The sound of the gun furnace sounded, and in less than two seconds, the aroma of ginger and garlic had already burst out.

At this time, the prepared lean meat was placed in the pot. Almost at the same time, a flame rose from the pot. The high-temperature oil came into contact with the seasoning added when the lean meat was marinated and the moisture in the meat itself. Light the wok.

The raging flames erupted, dyeing the entire kitchen a bright red color, which also made Isayama Huangquan show a hint of surprise.

"This fire control power..."

The more ferocious the flame, the more calm Zhao Youqian became.

The movement in his hand quickened, and the iron spoon in his hand turned, and the lean meat was cut open and scattered, and the aroma of the meat was directly burned by the flame.

The other side is ready, the green peppers that have already been fried once are about to go out of the pot, and in the middle, a few black-brown tempeh fell into the pot.

"Bang bang bang!"

After the explosion of the three cannon stoves, Zhao Yougan's small farmhouse fried pork was already in the pot.

After he finished frying the vegetables, two dishes and one soup were already served on the table in less than half an hour.

"Guru Guru~"

This time, it wasn't just Isayama Huangquan's stomach that made a sound, but Tugiya Kagura's stomach also made a sound. The two girls looked at each other, and without the slightest embarrassment, they scooped out the rice.

Fortunately, they still remembered Zhao You doing this coolie, and helped him prepare a bowl of rice.

Just as Zhao Yougan finished disposing of the kitchen waste and came out after washing his hands, Isayama Huangquan and Tugiya Kagura held a bowl of rice each, showing a silly smile, and the corners of their mouths were not wiped clean.

"Why is it so spicy, I still feel a warmth from my mother?"

"That seems to be the spur of the mother?"

Chapter 24 相约午夜（求推荐票，收藏！）

"Taste is memory, or is there flavor in memory."

Zhao Youqian sat down unhurriedly, and stuffed the small farmhouse pork with chopsticks into his mouth. The spiciness of green peppers mixed with the tenderness of lean meat, and the oily aroma of lard.

Immediately, he returned to the time before he did not travel. After he came home alone, the happiest thing was the satisfaction of cooking a meal and enjoying it.

Maybe that's what his home smells like.

The spiciness of green peppers here is not only a taste and pain that stimulates the sense of taste, but also a kind of aroma that impacts people's five senses.

Let the mildness of the lean meat and the taste of lard stand out exponentially.

This is also Zhao Yougan's favorite technique. When I tried with Nakiri Erina before, I used this method. First, use the spicy taste to hit your palate to make them more sensitive, and then the rest of the ingredients gradually Get into this spiciness.

Let their flavor take over your entire mouth.

The real spiciness is by no means simple spiciness, but a kind of seasoning, a kind of good start that mobilizes the diners' sense of taste and makes them feel better about other flavors.

Today, Isayama Huangquan and Tugiya Kagura, two people from East Yingzhou who do not often touch pepper, finally understand why the spicy taste spreads Sichuan cuisine to all parts of the world.

A truly delicious spiciness will be a taste that crosses borders and appeals to all.

"The so-called taste of home is just a kind of intention. It is careful and serious enough, with the idea of ​​​​giving people happiness and the blessing of health."

"This is the taste of home!"

Looking at the two girls who couldn't help but dig up the rice and stretch their chopsticks to the small fried pork, Zhao Yougan showed a kind smile.

Is the dish he cooked delicious?That's for sure, but to be able to have such attractive magic, it's not enough just to be delicious, what's important is the reassuring atmosphere.

"This soup!"

The red-faced Tugong Kagura was so hot in his mouth that he hurriedly scooped a spoonful of soup, and he was healed by the fragrance of seaweed and the richness of egg flowers as soon as he entered the mouth.

The slight fragrance of green onion lingered between the seaweed and egg flower, building a bridge and smoothing out the spicy taste in her mouth.

On the other side, Isayama Huangquan picked up a chopstick of vegetables. The green leaves and snow-white roots were cut into sections, with a unique fragrance of vegetables, but no earthy taste.

'click'

The moment the vegetables are put into the mouth, there is a crisp sound of vegetable stems, and then a faint sweetness spreads out. The slight saltiness instead highlights the sweetness of the vegetables, and the leaves of the vegetables are very soft. Like a ball of cotton.

Isayama Huangquan's eyes lit up, and the familiar scent struck again.

"It's lard! You used a little lard for all three dishes, right?"

Although I haven't tasted the seaweed egg drop soup, Isayama Huangquan is very sure of this.

Seeing Zhao Yougan nodding, the two girls vaguely understood why they felt the smell of home.

Because it makes the best use of it, and the taste of lard is extremely mild, when used in vegetables and soups, it only takes a little bit to instantly enhance the layering of aroma and taste.

"The spicy stir-fried pork is made with lard, the light vegetables are stir-fried with lard, and the fresh seaweed egg drop soup is also put in a little lard, just to create a peaceful atmosphere."

"Occasional snacks, meat fats that are only used at home when mothers are unwilling to throw them away."

"For me, that's what home tastes like."