Food King

Chapter 235 Island diners?

"Suck it up."

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the man with slender eyes. The meat of the chicken feet in his mouth was thick and delicious, and there was a strong spicy taste. The bone was pulled out perfectly round.

"The meat is crispy and rotten without losing its shape."

The look of surprise in the eyes of the man with slender eyes was more intense. Looking at the white chicken claw bone in his hand, the fragrant and spicy chicken feet in his mouth were still releasing their own unique taste.

"It seems that it's not that unbearable." The other person echoed, but just as his voice fell, as the chicken feet entered his stomach, a hot current spread out from his chest in an instant, and the strong vitality caused the man's His face changed slightly.

"The eight precious claws of the middle grade can actually contain a stream of pure vitality." The man thought to himself, as both chefs, they also knew in their hearts that the vitality contained in each grade of raw material has a limit , Even the high-strength craftsmanship can't make the raw materials of the middle grade burst out such pure vitality.

"Unless... this is not a medium-grade raw material, but a top-grade." The other person whispered at the corner of his mouth, and found a reason to convince himself. In his cognition, it is obviously impossible to use a medium-grade material.

"However. It tastes pretty good." The man with slender eyes nodded, a little bit of recognition for the chicken feet. At least, even if the top-grade raw materials are really used, the meat of the chicken feet is crispy and fragrant without losing its shape , it is commendable.

"It's not bad. Compared with Mr. Yamazaki, there is still a little gap." Another man echoed, but his hands didn't stop at all. There were only six chicken feet on a plate, and he As he said that, the movements of his hands became faster.

"Don't grab it" the man with slender eyes whispered, and immediately picked up the last phoenix claw with lightning speed, quickly put it in his mouth, and with a squeeling sound, all the thick meat on the top was thrown away. In the entrance, at the same time, the complete chicken claw bone was pulled out.

"This is not like the Master Miyamoto I know." The other person said dissatisfiedly, looking at the man with slender eyes a little strangely, and as his voice fell, the man called Miyamoto was He rolled his narrow eyes.

"Come on, Yamamoto-kun, this dish is yours." Miyamoto pointed to the boiled pork slices on the table, and said with a smile, his body was straight, showing a sense of shrewdness.

Yamamoto rolled his eyes, and immediately looked at the boiled sliced ​​meat on the table. The smooth red sliced ​​meat was soaked in the red soup, and on top of the extremely thin layer of red oil, there were green and white green onions and lanterns. Pepper floats in it, revealing a fragrance, but also releasing a spicy breath.

Yamamoto picked up the rice in front of him. Although he was not too cold about Zhao Guo’s food, the gluttonous insects aroused by the chicken claws kept stimulating his taste buds. There seemed to be a voice in his mind that kept urging, When he sticks out his chopsticks, he picks up a piece of meat floating in the soup.

The specially processed medium-grade wild boar tenderloin is added with starch and whipped until the internal fibers are completely destroyed. After rolling in the spicy and delicious soup, the red meat tenderloin shows a touch of crystal bright white, which is covered by the red soup. Covered lightly.

The sunlight shone in through the translucent windows, and the mottled light spots divided by the grilles on the windows fell on the mountain itself and at the same time reflected the tenderloin in his chopsticks.

The glistening tenderloin released a spicy aroma, and there was still a little heat rising in the soup. A strong aroma stimulated the taste buds of the two, and Yamamoto couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Can't wait to put the tenderloin into my mouth.

The tenderloin slices entered the mouth, and a layer of soup on top spread instantly, with a little hotness and a strong spicy and delicious fragrance, filling Yamamoto's mouth.

With chewing, the teeth easily penetrated the smooth slices of meat. The fresh and smooth feeling, combined with the spicy and delicious taste, made Yamamoto's eyes light up slightly. After swallowing it, his eyes glanced at the rice in his hand.

The plump and round rice grains are crystal clear, and each grain of rice has a fine oil content, mixed together, shining with a crystal luster, which seems to arouse people's appetite.

"This rice does not seem to be ordinary rice. It seems to be produced in the North Sea between Zhao and the island. According to legend, the price of rice there is extremely high, and the output is very small. Even the royal families of various countries only supply it in limited quantities." Yamamoto said in a low voice, it was only at this moment that he noticed the difference in the black shop.

"It doesn't look like much. It seems to be of higher quality than Beihai's pearl rice." Miyamoto picked up a chopstick of rice, his movements were a little clumsy, he narrowed his slender eyes, and under the taste, his expression was slightly move.

Even if it is just this bowl of white rice, the fragrance of the rice and the subtle oiliness contained in it are fully volatile, and the glistening rice quietly rises wisps of heat, exuding a fragrance that makes people hungry.

"It's really not the same." Yamamoto also picked up a mouthful of white rice and put it in his mouth. According to the cuisine of their island country, this kind of taste of rice is also a habit.

The rice in his mouth is like tiny pearls, like mischievous elves, every mouthful brings him a kind of joyful enjoyment, and the taste of boiled meat still remains in his mouth before, mixed in Together, he suddenly moved his index finger.

"Gulu Gulu." Yamamoto seemed to have discovered a new world, quickly eating the rice in the bowl, and the chopsticks stretched out from time to time. In addition to the tenderloin in the red soup, the green bamboo shoots and other vegetables as auxiliary ingredients have also become his love.

The appearance of eating voraciously, completely lost the tall image in his country. For Miyamoto who squinted his fine eyes and tasted, Yamamoto had forgotten to pay attention to it. At this moment, all he had in his eyes was the fragrant rice in the bowl and the red rice. Tenderloin soaked in Tong broth and auxiliary dishes.

"Slow down" Miyamoto slowly came back to his senses, and said with a jerky accent, and as his voice fell, Yamamoto still lowered his head and slammed the rice, even the action of picking up vegetables was not slow but quick some.

"Baga." Miyamoto cursed inwardly, no longer caring about eating slowly, imitating Yamamoto, the fragrant rice mixed with spicy boiled meat, he kept feeding it into the mouth, cheeks Agitated, he refused to admit defeat and looked at Yamamoto in front of him.

"Master Miyamoto, you said before that this dish belongs to me." Yamamoto said inarticulately, eating faster and making snoring noises from time to time.

"Food. It's better to share it together." Miyamoto responded quickly, and the speed of chewing in his mouth also accelerated a lot, but he just ignored what he said before.

Although the voices of the conversation between the two were subtle, they reached Wang Yan's ears as much as possible. At this moment, Wang Yan's eyes were slightly lowered, but his heart was already settled.

"...is from an island country."

　Nearly a month of sluggishness, starting tomorrow, the normal [-]-word update will resume, and the owed update will also start to be paid.

　　Although the grades in the book are so poor that I want to cry, I will definitely do what I promised. After doing the math, I owe a total of sixty more.
　　This huge amount will start tomorrow, and we will try to clear it up as soon as possible.

　　Thanks to the few big ones who still support us, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)