Leng Xia is confident about the last game in the afternoon. As a senior foodie, how can you not know the practice of various foods? It's just that this practice and eating method are very particular. She is a casual person and never likes bondage, so she has less time to do things and never does things easily.
This time, however, she was more or less stumped by the competition, and how to do it became a big problem in front of her.
And she looked at each other, has begun to skillfully do the unknown food.
The opponent should be a master, and his movements are very skilled. In a short time, the preparatory work has been completed. Nonsense, he is the president of the cooking club. )
Leng Xia stood there, but the idea floated to perfect friends-Uncle Ji Bu and Uncle Vantage. With a sigh, my thoughts became clear. She thought of a very suitable food-chrysanthemum jelly.
Thought of here, Leng Xia giggled again, just worried that Leng Xia didn't start cooking, and was overwhelmed by the gentle and lovely sweetness in that smile. It's a pity that they don't understand what she is thinking.
Lengxia struggled to find out the wild chrysanthemum she needed from the pile of materials, washed it with clear water for dozens of times, and dried it with a dryer to remove the water on the surface. Then carefully grind it with a millstone, and when it looks pale yellow, add the prepared jelly. When the vegetables are repaired and decorated, the chrysanthemum jelly is ready.
Leng Xia separated the bean jelly with a small plate, cut a small piece for everyone and matched it with toothpicks.
"Hey, everyone try it. This is a dessert I learned in Italy before-chrysanthemum jelly. First it is slightly bitter, but clear, and then it is not greasy. " Leng Xia smiled at everyone. This dish is very meaningful, and it is quick and simple to cook, as long as you grasp the grinding degree of chrysanthemum and the old and tender bean jelly.
Hearing Leng Xia's words, everyone began to taste this dish.
"Ah ah, it's so bitter." The most impatient chrysanthemum pill was eaten first, and this scene appeared as a result: "Hey, it's very sweet below." Chrysanthemum pill with a puzzled expression, feed what would be so pinched.
"It's delicious. I want it in summer, too." Looking at me with an expectant face.
"Me too." All three handed me the plates of the hand burial.
"Sorry, everyone has only one copy." I looked at them helplessly and continued to ignore their coquetry: "Oh, I almost forgot, I also brought this." I found a cucumber under the cupboard, so everyone looked at me in confusion.
"Chrysanthemum with cucumber. Perfect match, I ate it myself. " So I chewed up the cucumber.
"Barely gorgeous food. It's just that people are too gorgeous. " Uncle Trace stroked that dazzling tear hemorrhoid.
"I'm not gorgeous, and I seem to have nothing to do with trace uncle, and no matter how gorgeous I am, I haven't been to trace uncle's house, which doesn't affect your family's prestige. It doesn't seem to conflict. "
Many years later, as the head of the family, the Ministry will miss Leng Xia every night. Think of her' traces of not entering my uncle's house' this sentence. He will often regret it. If he hadn't said that and she didn't respond angrily, would the ending be different now? Could it be that they can still be together? Will they still live happily together?
"Mywood, don't be angry. The food is delicious, I recommend it. "No.2 said with a smile.
Everyone has their own opinions, (I also wrote them one by one. )
"Watch, can you teach me how to do this?" Xing village looked at the trace department and said to me.
"You can't. You just watched me make it myself. Go home and try it yourself. I don't like making things. It's very troublesome and it will take up my time watching others be gay. " I don't care about the request to return to Xingcun.
At the moment, the girl opposite is already cooking. I walked over with my hand behind my back and took a look: "Hey, Mediterranean fish steak."
The man looked up and forgot my one eye, and nodded: "You know?"
I smiled: "Of course, I am an expert in this field." I'm not modest at all.
The man snorted heavily from his nostrils: "Then do it for me." In my hand, I have taken the fish salted for 24 hours out from under the cupboard.
I picked up the fish and put it on my nose and smelled it: "There is enough time for pickling, but unfortunately the fishy smell has not been completely removed."
I picked up a piece of fish from her plate with chopsticks and bit it gently. The fishy smell spread in my mouth, but it was stronger and could not be concealed.
"No, you try." I pointed to her plate.
She took a bite, but soon spit it all out: "How come, I pickled it all day, and there was really no fishy smell at that time."
I didn't answer her question, just cooked the dish she just cooked.
I found the fresh lemon I just bought from the cupboard, squeezed out the fresh and sour lemon juice with a juicer, threw away the lemon and soaked the fish in the lemon juice.
"I also thought about it, but the fish will lose its delicious taste and turn sour."
Take out the fish and turn the wok with olive oil: "Just use olive oil."
Fifteen minutes later, a delicious Mediterranean fish was discharged in front of everyone. After she tasted it, she silently said, "I lost. Your cooking is really delicious."
"Thank you, but ah, cooking this kind of thing still have to have a chance. It is useless to find a teacher or teach recipes. Only by studying in the local area and feeling the local cooking methods can all kinds of situations be improvised. This trick was also learned in a local restaurant. I'll teach you if I have a chance. " I said kindly.
On the first day of the competition, Leng Xia finally won, but Xiangzi Nakajima was not worried at all. As long as she loses one game tomorrow, she will get Rieter. The number of people tomorrow will be at least 100 times that of today, and she may lose a lot of money. At this thought, Xiangzi Nakajima smiled wickedly again.