Food Intelligence King

Chapter 109 Chen Zhou gets an extra serving of grilled chives
"What should I call you?" Wang Meng asked Zhao Yilin in the back row.

"Whatever, you can call me by my name."

"Then I'll still call you Junior Sister."

Zhao Yilin nodded. "Junior Sister is actually my nickname, especially when I was working at the design institute. Many of my colleagues were from the same university as me, and I was indeed the youngest among them, so they all called me that."

He was talking in a lot of gibberish, but Wang Meng listened very attentively.

With his neck twisted and his body contorted, Chen Zhou felt sorry for him.

"How about I park the car and you move to the back?"

"no, I'm fine."

Arrive at the destination and have a meal.

Besides Chen Zhou and his group, there was also Aunt Zheng's family, Wang Zihan, and Zihan's parents. They were a family of four, so they didn't need to ask for help.

As evening fell, the rain stopped. Although it hadn't completely stopped, there was a slight chill in the air.

As the old saying goes, one autumn rain brings a chill.

People have moved their dining areas to outdoor courtyards.

This time, Chen Zhou simply enjoyed the food at the farmhouse restaurant as a diner.

Summer has just ended, so barbecue is still the main activity here. Although the barbecue area is very close to where people are eating, it gets quite smoky.

But this flavor is just right—

The air was filled with the aroma of grease dripping onto the charcoal fire.

The lamb skewers sizzled and dripped with oil when they were served. Chen Zhou, as the organizer of the event, first distributed them to everyone at the table, and then picked up a skewer for himself.

The lamb skewers were grilled quite well, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Eating both the fatty and lean parts is both satisfying and enjoyable.

Especially the fatty part, after being roasted at high temperature, the excess oil is released, and the surface has a slightly crispy texture, so it doesn't feel greasy when you eat it.

It must be said that steaming and baking are like opposing forces, water and fire, and are two completely different cooking methods.

Besides the barbecue, Chen Zhou quite liked the braised melon seed fish on the table.

It looks simple and unpretentious, and the braised dish doesn't produce a bright color. In fact, on an open-air night, the fish sauce might even appear a bit too dark.

But the taste was very good; as the seasoning in the sauce slowly dissipated, the natural freshness of the fish was revealed.

The meat is incredibly firm; as you chew it, you can't help but salivate.

They must be fish from the reservoir.

It has more thorns on its back, so when feeding it to Chen Taotao, she can only eat the belly part, which is around the ribs.

Chen Zhou helped the little girl remove a few long bones and handed her a relatively intact piece of fish fillet.

Looking back, I realized that I had also added something to my plate.

Who gave me the roasted chives?

The grilling was perfect; it wasn't soggy at all. A layer of garlic chili sauce was brushed on top, giving it a salty-sweet flavor.

In conclusion, the intelligence recommendations were indeed quite good.

Chen Zhou also gave this farmhouse a good review.

The beer given away for 30 likes wasn't wasted; Chen Zhou and Zihan's father, as the main contributors, each had a few glasses.

People eat and chat about everyday life, raising children, and work.

The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

After finishing her meal, Chen Taotao had nothing to do, so she found her chess friend, Sister Zhao, and the two played Gomoku again.

Wang Meng walked over and watched from the side.

He couldn't remain silent while observing the game; he would offer pointers to this player and that player. Overall, he maintained control, with both sides experiencing wins and losses—a kind of intellectual dominance.

Chen Zhou was listening to Zihan's mother and father talking about the establishment of the homeowners' committee.

Suddenly, Ms. Lin gently elbowed him.

"Um""

Chen Zhou looked in the direction her gaze was pointing.

This little third wheel in my house has no sense of self-awareness at all. He just happened to win a game and is still overjoyed.

Chen Zhou called out to his daughter:

"Tao Tao, if you keep playing Gomoku, you'll get confused again. Teacher Wei will scold you this weekend. Come here, let me play Go with you."

The little girl had developed some judgment. She felt that her master wasn't the kind of master who was scary.

But she had been thinking about playing chess with her dad yesterday. So when Chen Zhou called her, she happily ran over.

The junior sister and Wang Meng were left alone to continue their previous match.

The pace of placing pieces is getting slower and slower.

It took a long time to finish that one dish.

The guesthouse offered accommodation, but all rooms were standard rooms with two beds. That night, Chen Zhou and Wang Meng shared a room.

Chen Zhou wanted to talk to him some more.

The main reason was to find out Wang Meng's thoughts. After all, one of them had been on too many blind dates, and the other didn't want to get married.

But this guy in front of me didn't care whether the lights were on or off; he just lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, snoring loudly.

Unable to sleep due to the noise, Chen Zhou couldn't help but nudge him:
"Captain Wang, it's thundering!"

Wang Meng was taken aback: "I don't know, I didn't hear it."

"If you didn't hear that, go to sleep."

the next day.

Wang Meng has a stiff neck.

He had to tilt his head to brush his teeth while washing up in the morning. He said to Chen Zhou as he rinsed his mouth:

"Master Chen, I don't feel quite used to sleeping outside."

Chen Zhou thought to himself:

First, your stiff neck wasn't caused by sleeping. Second, you slept very soundly, snoring loudly and grinding your teeth.

He urged, "Hurry up, we still have to climb the mountain later."

After breakfast, everyone set off on foot up the mountain.

Yesterday's rain left a vast sea of ​​fog over the distant mountains.

As dawn broke, a damp mist still lingered in the mountains and forests.

The air smells of earth and vegetation.

In this situation, Chen Zhou only remembered the old saying, "The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky," but unfortunately, it didn't quite fit.

In the end, all I can say is, "The scenery is truly beautiful."

Ms. Lin nodded, "It is quite beautiful."

She doesn't have much knowledge either.

The family of three gradually fell behind the group because Tao Tao walked slowly and had to be careful where she stepped.

Just ahead stood Wang Meng and his junior sister.

This time, Wang Meng really did speak with his neck tilted to the side, a slightly strange posture that must have piqued the curiosity of his junior sister.

The two exchanged a few words.

Then, a burst of open and blatant laughter rang out: "Hahaha, how come you even got a stiff neck after sleeping?"

I wonder what Wang Meng thinks.

But Chen Zhou, standing behind his junior sister, could hear her laughter and couldn't help but frown slightly.

He whispered to his wife:

"Don't you think these two are a bit interesting?"

"Yes, a little." Ms. Lin nodded; she had felt the same way yesterday.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, sunlight pierced through the clouds and mist, and in the distance, the wet shadows of the trees began to show clear outlines.

People stopped to watch and take pictures.

Wang Meng, he was looking at a 45-degree angle.

Just as he was engrossed in watching, he suddenly felt a pair of warm, large hands press against the back of his neck.

I caught a glimpse of Chen Zhou out of the corner of my eye:

"Hey, Master Chen? You can do this too?"

Chen Zhou nodded. "I talked to the masseur at the blind massage parlor before, and it felt similar to kneading dough. If you feel uncomfortable, it means you have a stiff neck."

(End of this chapter)