Fishing the Heavens - Chapter 153

[Chapter 151 I may be a fake chef…]

“Hey!”

Fan Fangming took a deep breath and stirred the soup with a spoon, his heart filled with regret.

“The reason why W

made this soup was a last resort. During the turmoil in the early years, the soup that had been passed down for two hundred years and never went out of the fire could not be taken away, and it was destroyed in one fell swoop.

Now there is also an old soup in the kitchen. It has not been turned off day and night for decades. Fan Fangming will add fresh beef vertebrae and thigh bones to it every day, but the heat is not enough after all. That’s why I created this instant version of the soup.

“Tattoo!”

A dense and compact knife sounded, Fan Fangming’s wrist was extremely flexible, the kitchen knife seemed to be the extension of his arm, and countless seasonings were chopped.

The sound of the kitchen knife cutting on the chopping board seemed to be performing a beautiful piece of music, with a strong sense of rhythm, rather than the kind of noise that made people feel disgusted.

He carefully took out a box the size of an egg from the cupboard, lifted the tightly sealed lid, and revealed dozens of fried tea leaves inside.

“I’m bleeding heavily this time!” Fan Fangming’s mouth twitched and his flesh hurt a little. He took out five pieces of tea leaves from the egg-sized box, and after thinking about it, he took out one more piece.

This tea is not simple, but the tea from the Dahongpao mother trees in Wuyi Mountain, which ordinary people have never seen, let alone drink.

This tea is also after he cooked a table for a high-ranking person, and asked the other party to give one or two top-quality Dahongpao tea as food money.

The precious ones are not enough on weekdays, and only when there is a big happy event are they willing to take them out to make tea.

He took out a good Zisha teapot, put the tea leaves in it, poured hot water into it, and the tea leaves were fully stretched out.

A few thin pieces of tea leaves were floating on the water, and a fragrant fragrance came from the nostrils, but just a few pieces of tea leaves, but the whole pot of water was rendered green.

Three minutes later, the aroma of the tea was overflowing, but Fan Fangming came over and poured out the tea.

He added hot boiling water to the pot again, and after a few minutes passed, Fan Fangming brought the purple clay pot to the stove and poured the tender green tea into the soup.

A few pieces of tea leaves were also picked up by Fan Fangming, lightly crushed with a wooden stick, and added to the dipping saucer, making people confused.

Fan Fangming carried the soup pot and came to the box of Beifeng and the others. The slices of meat, which were as thin as cicada wings, were full of light transmittance and were carefully placed on the dishes.

Beifeng’s eyes lit up, as expected of a professional level, but this appearance looks very extraordinary!

I don’t know how much better than what I did myself.

Can’t wait, Bei Feng waited for the old man to clean up the table and lit the stove, then put a piece of fish fillet into the soup pot and stirred it gently.

Just ten seconds later, Fan Fangming suddenly said, “It’s ready, it’s ready to eat, the meat will get old after too long.”

Beifeng didn’t care what Fan Fangming said, the old god was stirring the chopsticks.

“Young man, your meat is already old, how can you eat it?” Fan Fangming frowned and raised his voice slightly.

This meat is made by myself, so I naturally understand its material. It is extremely tender and elastic. In addition, it is sliced as thin as paper by myself. It only takes ten seconds to put it in the pot and eat it. This time will affect the texture of the meat.

Beifeng didn’t speak, just picked up the fish fillet, put it in front of the old man, and then put it into the pot and stirred it again.

“How is that possible? How can such a thin slice of meat be not cooked yet, no! Don’t say it’s cooked, even the color has not changed!” At this glance, Fan Fangming began to doubt his life. There was no change in the boiling water for half a minute!

Fan Fangming’s mind flashed several thoughts in an instant, I may have made a fake dish?

I might be a fake chef…

Fan Fangming, who doesn’t believe in evil, also took a piece of fish and put it into the soup pot. “Ten, nine…one! Time is up!” , the still pink color of the fish fillet was like a big slap, and it slapped his face fiercely.

The other two were also interested, and one picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it into the soup pot. After three minutes, Bei Feng picked up the fish fillet.

At this time, the fish fillets have been curled together, exuding a jade-like luster, and a little milky white soup is rolling on the top.

Beifeng put the fish fillet into the dipping saucer, dragged it gently, and then put it into his mouth.

It is still the ultimate delicacy, but the difference is the fragrance of countless wild mushrooms, plus the faint scent of tea, which perfectly combines with the deliciousness of the fish fillet itself, making people addicted to it.

“That’s right! The fish meat, which is very delicious in itself, has been processed by top chefs, and the taste has improved by at least half!” After Beifeng swallowed, his mouth was fragrant. go.

But don’t underestimate the improvement of half of it, the ingredients themselves are extremely delicious, and it is even more difficult to take a step closer. When Beifeng cooks with the flesh and blood of the Moyu Snow Dragon King, even the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves is not fully displayed.

Afterwards, Bei Feng directly carried the plate with the fish fillets and put all the fish fillets into the pot. Otherwise, the pieces of boiled fish fillets would not be eaten without a meal for two or three hours!

The three-minute time is neither long nor short, at least for the three people who were waiting, it felt like a long time after smelling the aroma.

“Finally cooked!” Fan Fangming’s eyes lit up, looking at the tender fish fillet, full of anticipation.

Gently put the fish fillet in the mouth, without dipping the seasoning, for top chefs, when tasting food, it is more about tasting the original taste of the ingredients.

“This?! This is incredible!”

Just as soon as the fish fillet touched the taste buds, an indescribable deliciousness burst out on Fan Fangming’s tongue, causing Fan Fangming to shiver.

Then take a bite, the fish fillet is smooth and tender, full of elasticity, chewing gently twice, it turns into an ice cold and slides down the throat.

“Damn it, why don’t you just eat a sliced fish? As for the exaggeration?”

Xuan Si and Zheng Xuan looked sluggish, looking at Fan Fangming with his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face.

The wonderful experience of one ice and one fire is like riding a roller coaster, making Fan Fangming fall from heaven to hell in a while, and then break through obstacles from hell and see the light again!

“You are right. Compared with the ingredients you provide, the ingredients in my store are not worth mentioning.”

Putting down his chopsticks, Fan Fangming said solemnly to Beifeng, his expression full of loneliness.