The gourmet boss who was delayed by the end of the world

Although he praised Haikou, Chen Yuan knew that this little thing in his hand was far from authentic.

Don't look at anything else, let's just talk about the eggplant. He originally wanted to make a good fish-flavored eggplant, but he lacked the soul seasoning pickled peppers, so he had to settle for the next best thing and turn it into a meat-flavored eggplant. There is no onion, ginger and garlic used.

Chen Yuan looked at the only two seasonings at hand - sea salt and granulated sugar, and let out a sigh of relief that a skillful cook can't cook without rice.

Let's make do with it, and we can stay away from it.

With a twist of his wrist, Chen Yuan picked out a big plump purple eggplant, washed it and removed the stems, put it on the table and began to cut it.

Ever since Chen Yuan picked the eggplants, Tianmu has been staring at him intently, seeing that he did not cut off the eggplants with a knife, but only left a small slit on the eggplants, he couldn't help being very curious: "Are you cutting vegetables?" ?”

Chen Yuan smiled without raising his head: "No, I'm juggling. You thought I was holding an eggplant, but it's actually..."

Chen Yuan kept his tongue open, and without pausing at all, he turned the eggplant over and continued to cut it.

He only listened to half of the words, and almost suffocated his third eye: "What is it, tell me quickly!"

However, Chef Chen is a well-mannered chef. He handled the eggplant with a serious face, took a small piece of pork, and chopped it into minced meat.

Tianmu was dazzled by Chen Yuan's saber skills, and he blurted out a compliment: "The ancients said that the Luan sword is like flying, and the blade should fall into the zu, sincerely do not deceive me!"

What the hell? !

Chef Chen raised his eyebrows with question marks all over his head, and wisely kept silent.

After the minced meat was cut, Chen Yuan stuffed it evenly into each cut of the eggplant, then brought the cage drawer, and put the meat-stuffed eggplant in a circle.

While the eggplant was steaming in the pot, Chen Yuan started the next process.

He diced the tomatoes and placed them in a bowl for later use, then took another pot, heated the pot over medium heat, then turned the heat to low and put in cold oil, when the oil was slightly hot, added sugar and water, and continued to stir fry.

Tianmu watched the white granulated sugar turn brown in the pot, and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear: "This, is this really a trick?"

When Chen Yuan had no time to talk to her, he observed the eggplant steamer while controlling the color of the sugar. When the aroma of eggplant and meat filled the whole kitchen, he resolutely poured all the diced tomatoes into the sugar pot. .

A bone china plate inlaid with gold rims had already been prepared at the side. Chen Yuan used a spatula to serve the eggplants. After putting them on the plate as they were, they poured tomato syrup on them. Lush caramel color.

It would be nice to have some white sesame seeds.

Chen Yuan shook his head regretfully, cleared his throat, took out the porcelain plate with both hands, and smiled reservedly:

"The first dish is Panlong Eggplant."

Tianmu has long been dazed by the strange fragrance in the room and Chen Yuan's magical technique. He was stunned for a few seconds before he suddenly woke up. He picked up the chopsticks and wanted to poke him violently, but he didn't know how to do it when he swung it left and right. He picked up a small piece of diced tomato and put it in his mouth.

"how is the taste?"

Chen Yuan seemed to be calm, but the beating in his heart never stopped.

The color and fragrance are barely passable, but there is no water starch to thicken the sauce, and the taste has changed to a sweet and sour taste. The syrup is a bit over-fried, and it may have a bit of burnt taste. Chen Yuan is not satisfied with such a work.

Tianmu chewed slowly twice, then suddenly covered his mouth, and when he looked up at Chen Yuan, his eyes were red.

"If you can't get used to it, spit it out!"

Chen Yuan was startled, and quickly took out a tissue to continue, but Tianmu waved his hand and swallowed what was in his mouth.

"After 12 years, I finally tasted this taste again!"

Tianmu wiped away tears, emotionally: "When I was very young, I was hiding from zombies outside the city with my parents, and an older brother picked a fruit for me to eat, it was the first time I tasted sour, it was exactly like this one! "

Chen Yuan didn't know whether it was a compliment or a derogation for what he said, so he hurriedly urged Tianmu to try again: "Yo, you are only 12 years old, you look quite mature. Don't just eat the ingredients, try eggplant and meat!"

Tianmu poked a few more chopsticks and tasted them affectionately.

Chen Yuan's kung fu is meticulous, carefully picking the pork belly, peeling the skin and removing the tendons, the ratio of fat to thin is just right, the minced meat is soft and not greasy, and the steaming time is precise, so that the eggplant is soft and sticky but retains a little hardness.

The mellowness of the meat is mixed with the fragrance of eggplant, and then blended with sweet and sour sauce. The layered taste makes Tianmu, who has been poisoned by nutrients all the year round, temporarily speechless, and can only stuff it into his mouth one chopstick after another.

Chen Yuan was a little dumbfounded, Tianmu was also a little beauty, and now he was copying the bamboo chopsticks with no poise, sweeping the plate of eggplant like a wind and cloud, making Chen Yuan try the chopsticks to taste, but he couldn't find a breakthrough.

He turned around and poured a glass of water to Tianmu, worriedly said: "Take a break, this dish is for dinner, you eat so much empty-handed, be careful that you will be stunned."

Tianmu waved his hand hummingly, stuffed the last piece of eggplant into his mouth, chewed for a long time with distracted eyes, then took the water glass and drank it in one gulp.

"It's really delicious, isn't it?"

Chen Yuan was still worried, so he poked some syrup with the tip of his chopsticks and tasted it. As expected, it was only seasoned with sugar and salt, but the taste was much weaker.

“Not delicious,”

The third eye was choked by the water, and it took a while to speak: "It can't be defined by 'good'. This is a dish, a real dish, not just food.

"It is not a combination of nutrients that only provide the necessary energy for the human body and ensure the normal functioning of the body.

"This is a holy product that allows you to feel the blood flow in your body and gives you the five flavors!"

The more Tianmu talked, the more excited he became, his face flushed red, and he began to circle around in circles, scaring Chen Yuan away from the stove, not daring to breathe.

"K is right, the nutrient is a conspiracy, an outright conspiracy!...The Federation is playing this trick to reduce everyone's happiness and let us live like animals...

"No, it's absolutely impossible, as long as you taste the delicacies of the world, no matter how numb people are, they will wake up!

"'The beauty is gone and the clouds are gone, but my husband fled suddenly. The wind resounds in the crab's eyes, and the snowflakes float in the rabbit's hair. The gentleman laughed, the sea is wide and the sky is high', I understand, I really understand !"

Chen Yuan didn't understand, Chen Yuan was so frightened that he almost broke through the window and ran away - oh my god, the dishes I made made people feel stupid!

"you!"

Tianmu finally stopped talking to himself, and locked his eyes firmly on Chen Yuan: "Well done! Although I don't know why you can copy the food of the millennium generation, but the hero doesn't ask the source, you, I want it!"

"???"

Chen Yuan hugged his chest subconsciously, what kind of human trafficking scene is this?

"What skills do you have, use them all, this is where you will work in the future!"

Tianmu raised his hand domineeringly: "I'll go and say hello to your captain, you don't have to go to build the wall."

Although it sounds cool, what kind of city lord's daughter are you, a 12-year-old girl, pretending to be here?If you don't build walls, what if you lose your place to live?

Chen Yuan maintained a polite smile, and gently raised an objection: "This, isn't it good? If you don't want to go, you don't have to go, don't you need to go through any official procedures?"

"Official? There is official here."

Tianmu turned around and shouted at a boy who was washing sweet potatoes: "Ah, Chen Yuan from the G17 team is mine!"

After finishing speaking, Tianmu turned his head slightly and explained in a low voice: "His father is the city lord."

The authentic son of the city lord rinsed the mud with a hand, and nodded plainly.

This second-generation official has a good temper, and he is a hardworking young man.

"What are you doing at night? The husked rice will be delivered in half an hour. Will there be rice at night?"

Tianmu looked at Chen Yuan expectantly, and suddenly thought of something: "Did you call K?"

"No matter what I call him, I don't even know where he is."

Chen Yuan is very helpless, it has been a thousand years later, and the communication basically depends on roaring, history is going backwards!

"Forget it, you can stay in the kitchen."

Tianmu waved his hand as if chasing flies, went to the sink and picked two handsome tomatoes, held them in his hands and asked Chen Yuan: "I read that tomatoes are not only vegetables, but also fruits when eaten raw. Is it true?" ?"

"Really, but these big tomatoes taste better when mixed with sugar."

Chen Yuan took the tomato, hesitantly: "Do you want to eat it? I just ate such a big plate of eggplant, can I still eat it?"

"Then you mix it quickly, I'll give it to K to eat."

As soon as Tianmu mentioned K, his brows and eyes became gentle several times. Chen Yuan looked at it silently, and nodded "Cool" for his roommate in his heart.

Chen Yuan changed the fruit knife to cut the tomato, sprinkled it with sugar, and handed a piece to Tianmu to taste: "Raw tomatoes are not acceptable to everyone, and I have several friends who don't eat them. Are you sure K likes to eat this?"

Tianmu was busy feeling the sparks from the collision of sugar and tomatoes, and was speechless for a while, when he heard a voice suddenly sounded from the kitchen door:

"What do I like to eat?"