God of Cookery Live Room

Chapter 192 The Taste of Spring and Winter
Chen Er happily continued to eat the pork head.

In the restaurant, Wu Bayi was not idle either.

The unfinished pork head meat was packed and put aside.

Shen Yinian brought her the spoiled goose palm.

Wu Bayi has eaten bad goose palms before, but the taste of the bad goose feet eaten today is definitely different.

The goose feet are cool, fresh and crisp, and the bones inside have a crisp texture. When you bite down, the goose feet make a crisp "crack" sound.

The goose feet are chewing in the mouth, and the teeth rub against them gently back and forth, scratching the tender skin and flesh on the surface, revealing the chewy tendons and bones inside.

The bad smell is getting stronger and stronger, as if every bite, the aroma will add a bit more.

Wu Bayi felt as if he had been chewing for a long time, and he was reluctant to spit out even the bones.

Constantly rolling back and forth between the tongue and teeth, continue to absorb the remaining aroma.

She ate all four goose feet, and sat for a while, but she still had no intention of leaving.

Shen Yinian was about to speak when she saw her looking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Well, Master Chen must be very tired after cooking so many dishes today?"

Shen Yinian returned subconsciously, "I'm quite tired. Today's roasted pig's head takes a lot of energy, and Dou Yitong is not here, no one to help..."

Wu Bayi's eyes suddenly got bigger, "Dou Yitong is not here!"

Only then did Shen Yinian notice Wu Bayi's tone and expression.

"Yes, he has something to do and he is not in Yanjing recently."

Wu Ba rolled his eyes, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Not in Yanjing..."

After Wu Bayi left, Shen Yinian packed up his things and went into the kitchen, and told Chen Er what happened just now.

Chen Er laughed cheerfully.

"Leave the affairs of their youth to themselves."

Then he muttered again, "Spring is here, it's time to sprout."

Wu Bayi reacted and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Isn't spring already over?

Two days later, Dou Yitong, who was far away in Anji, called Chen Er.

He told Chen Er that he had already found the ingredients he needed.

It is being prepared.

Chen Er said that after receiving the last guest of this month, he will meet him.

Dou Yitong wanted to say something, but Chen Er suddenly heard a crackling sound from the other end of the phone.

It was like the sound of big raindrops suddenly falling on the tiles.

Then, a familiar voice came from afar.

"It's raining!"

"Pick up your clothes!"

Then the sound of the rain became louder and louder, almost covering up the human voice.

Chen Er said, "Hang up first, I want to enjoy the snow."

Then hung up the phone.

Dou Yitong was in a daze on the other end of the phone.

"Appreciate the snow??"

Yanjing is still in midsummer, where should I go to enjoy the snow?
Did he hear it wrong?
At this moment, Chen Er is indeed admiring the snow.

In the small world, heavy snow like goose feathers is swirling.

In a small bamboo forest that has just grown up, there is a small house made of bamboo.

Chen Er was sitting in the room at the moment, leaning against the window and admiring the white snowflakes falling from the bamboo leaves.

Judging from the thickness of snowflakes accumulated on the ground, this heavy snow should have been falling for a long time.

A pot of charcoal was burned in the room, emitting a trace of heat.

Chen Er only wore a navy blue windbreaker, and he didn't feel cold. His physique was already different from ordinary people.

He poured himself a cup of hot tea.

While drinking tea, he listened carefully to the sounds coming from the bamboo forest.

The snow fell from the branches, fell to the ground, and was buried with the fallen leaves.

Next to the bamboo as thick as an arm, a small bag suddenly arched on the spotless white ground.

Chen Er seemed to hear something fresh and tender in the small bag was slowly growing up, raised his immature and tenacious head, and tried to grow upwards, trying to break through the thick snow.

After a while, the sound of the snow layer cracking came from the snow in the bamboo forest.

Thin and weak, like shoots breaking through layers of soil.

Chen Er looked up.

I saw a small, pointed bamboo shoot sticking its head out of the snow.

"Not bad, the bamboo shoots have finally grown."

It is only in the small world that Chen Er can control the growth of bamboo shoots in a snowy day.

He sat for a while longer, feeling that it was about time.

Only then did I pick up a bamboo basket and a small hoe from the corner of the room.

I walked slowly into the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots.

The snow on the ground is very thick, about four or five centimeters thick.

When you step on it, you can make a "creak" sound.

Chen Er waved the small hoe in his hand, first pushed away the snow around the bamboo shoots, and then exposed the soil inside.

Then I dug up the soil and saw the bamboo shoots inside.

The bamboo shoots are very small, looking immature, exuding the fragrance of the soil and a touch of snow.

A gust of breeze blew from the bamboo forest, blowing the snow off the branches and onto the back of Chen Er's hand, bringing a cool touch and the fragrance of bamboo leaves everywhere.

Chen Er dug half a basket of bamboo shoots, whistled and left the small world.

Then go straight to the restaurant.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he found that Shu Wenren had already arrived.

He is playing chess with Shen Yinian.

Shu Dongren unexpectedly discovered that Shen Yinian already knew how to play Go.

"When did you learn to play Go? You've improved so fast."

Shen Yinian was a little embarrassed, "Ms. Zhao taught me when she came to eat."

Shu Dongren looked up at her, "Miss Zhao? Which Miss Zhao?"

Shen Yinian smiled, "It's that big star Miss Zhao Shiqi, she is very nice and beautiful!"

Shu Dongren nodded, and seemed to lose interest in chatting all of a sudden.

Shen Yinian spotted Chen Er with sharp eyes.

"Master Chen, you are here!"

Chen Er nodded, and then casually greeted Shu Dongren.

When Chen Er entered the kitchen, Shu Dongren seemed a little absent-minded when he was playing chess.

Chen Er put the basket of bamboo shoots he brought on the table, and then turned on the live broadcast.

"The dish that the anchor is going to cook today is: Chunbulao fried winter bamboo shoots and spring dishes."

Everyone knows the ingredient of spring is not old, and Chen Er has used it for cooking before.

Winter bamboo shoots are also a home-cooked ingredient, and it seems nothing unusual.

It's just that it's summer now, where can I find winter bamboo shoots?
Is it dried or pickled winter bamboo shoots?
Chen Er picked up the winter bamboo shoots in the basket.

In fact, the real winter bamboo shoots refer to the shoots that develop from the side buds of the underground stems of bamboo around the beginning of autumn. They are loved by the masses because they have not yet been unearthed and the shoots are tender.

But Chen Er wanted to try a different kind of winter bamboo shoots.

That's why I deliberately controlled the weather in the small world, and it snowed first.

The bamboo shoots grown in this environment should have more flavor.

When everyone saw that Chen Er was holding bamboo shoots, some were surprised, while others thought that Chen Er just took the bamboo shoots to make up the number.

Chen Er did not specifically explain.

Anyway, if you don't eat bamboo shoots, you can't judge the taste.

Chen Er cleaned a basket of bamboo shoots very quickly.

(End of this chapter)