Daguanyuan Food Research Bureau

贾瑛

Excellent answerer on food topics

Currently living in Beijing

Personal profile Quiet night and sleepless because of thirst for alcohol, Shen Yan dialed again to make tea.

dynamic:

Agreed with the answer "How to evaluate Lin Daiyu's personal anthology "The Song of Funeral Flowers"?"

Published the article "Records of Pulling Weeds of What I Eat in September"

Followed the question "How to evaluate Rokin Media CEO Wang Xifeng's speech at the annual meeting?"

Answered the question "Why were you beaten up by your parents when you were a child?"

Followed the question "Is General Jia Jing really from the war?"

Agreed with the answer "What kind of experience is it to have a girlfriend who takes ugly photos."

Answered the question "What soul food have you tried?"

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Thank you.

Although you have been complaining about the camera technology, Michelin is like a small workshop, but what I want to talk about today is definitely not my fault for taking pictures.

It was my 19th birthday.

Here is a summary of the past. The day before my birthday, my sister-in-law gave me a birthday party.

Because all young people are playing, and the second sister-in-law is a big boss of a media company, she directly sent a lot of fresh meat to warm up the scene.

When I was young, I was still an upright girl. I was encouraged to sing "Serving the Country with Loyalty". They also praised me very much, as if I would be the top of the music scene in a second.

You will be dizzy if you are coaxed by a group of handsome young men, especially when first-line students like Jiang Yuhan look at you with admiration.

So I hugged left and right and howled "The Great River Flows Eastward" and "The Tracker's Love".

This is the first bad decision I made.

Then Mr. Mu made a phone call and asked me to have a skewer.

He said that the beef and mutton brought in by air from Inner Mongolia, a master who rarely came to Beijing, with the kind of ancestral skewer skills, will not have this shop in this village after tonight.

He also used aggressive methods to show that I lost when I went to eat seafood last time, and then I punished myself with a few drinks and then slipped away.

Both of us can eat spicy food, so we used the special condiments he found, but I didn't expect that the barbecue master is a hand-heavy star.

Halfway through eating, I can no longer feel the existence of my tongue and stomach.

Mu Shi, this spicy chicken, surrendered at the end. It is obviously spicy, so he must be full of beer.

It was only later that I realized that all ancestral skills were made up, and he just wanted to trick me out of Xianrou.

At this time, he hadn't started his job yet, and I hadn't realized his beastly thoughts, and I didn't realize what was wrong at all. The desire to win made me continue to eat.

This is the second bad decision I made.

Later, he fooled me to watch a movie, and even finished a bag of fried chestnuts, which was no longer a big deal.

Anyway, by the second day, my throat was completely useless.

It's not that I want to be so long-winded, because this is the source of all tragedies.

The answerer likes to make an appointment with friends and girlfriends every month. There are just a dozen of them. Every month there is a birthday, so everyone takes turns to treat.

Because I'm pretty good at eating, so it was all arranged by me. This time it was my birthday, and they suddenly said that they would cook something for me.

They are all young ladies who don't touch the spring water with their ten fingers, and I suddenly feel very comfortable.

Then they finally let go of my kitchen after I'd written eight A4 pages of growls in marker.

At this time, your dear Lin Daiyu said:

It's okay we can still make salad.

A great man said a word, although I have forgotten who this great man was.

It only takes four people to make a good salad: a spendthrift pouring oil, a money-hungry man adding vinegar, a wily man adding salt, and a hysterical maniac stirring.

Because this dish is really simple, even without fire, there is no danger of explosion, and out of trust in them, I agreed.

This is the third bad decision I made.

So I was forced to beat the king in the living room, and Lin Daiyu was asked to watch me, and the dining table was handed over to them.

It started with my own sister cutting the fruit and my cousin scouting the kitchen for everything I could use to make a salad.

So far, it's been normal.

Then my cousin came.

People who have seen my answer to "What are the stories of 'and this kind of operation'" probably know that I have a cousin in the chemistry department with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

It was the uncle and his daughter who blew up the laboratory of University A when they were students.

She said that everything must be mixed according to strict proportions, otherwise the dish is simple, but it will definitely not taste good.

I'm already tempted to rant here.

It's just a salad, can you just cut up some fruits and vegetables and mix it with a can of salad dressing, let's eat it casually?

But I can't speak at all.

Then I can only write: you still do what you want.

This is the fourth mistake I made.

The following is the order of the scene I asked one by one, and it was restored. This is definitely the worst salad making scene I have ever heard.

The cousin put the fruit in, poured some day brand mayonnaise, tasted it, and said it was salty, so the cousin ran to the kitchen to get something.

My sister just came out of the kitchen, squeezed a few drops of lemon juice, tasted it, and ran to the kitchen.

My cousin saw that it was all vegetables and fruits, and felt that the nutrition was not balanced. She might consider adding some meat, salmon and hummus.

The cousin then came out and poured sushi vinegar into it.

When my sister came out, there was no one around, and she, a sweetie, started adding honey to it.

I think I must have committed the hand-shaking star in those few days, and she dumped a bunch of them at once.

So she added another half cup of fresh lemon juice.

The cousin searched the recipe and found that there was no oil, so she poured olive oil.

At this time, Qingmei, my surname Shi, came.

She is a rock and roll young woman. She took the tank and stirred wildly without looking in.

That's all, halfway through the stirring, she found it difficult to stir, and wanted to add some water, so she picked up a bottle of transparent liquid and poured it in.

Oh, I later found half a bottle of Laoshan White Flower Snake Grass Water missing by the table.

Finally, what was placed in front of me was a bowl of strangely colored, strangely shaped, indistinguishable style, mixed meat, fruit, vegetable, sweet, salty and sour salad.

At that time, I didn't know its bizarre life experience and mixed pedigree, so I felt that my green plum method was too rude.

In the anticipation of everyone, I took the first bite.

As the title suggests, this is a salad that hits the soul.

The top note is sour and salty banana orange, which is so refreshing that it makes people dizzy, and I feel my brain tremble and wrinkle.

The middle note is a comprehensive smooth and rough taste. Eating vegetables is like grazing grass, and there are unknown hard objects that seem to be chewing your own teeth.

The back note is sweet smoked salmon, with an aftertaste of canned Swiss herring and stinky feet that seem to have been dried for 81 days.

How should I put it, I feel that for a moment, not to mention my still sore throat, even my body is nothingness.

The moment of that brief entrance!Seems like it's been forever!

I saw the end of the universe!

Faintly, my life flashes like a revolving lantern!

I also saw several of my girlfriends and I in ancient costumes waving at me! ! !

I feel like I'm flying free!

The blue road rolled around me in a mirror image, Wang Chong stretched out his philosophical hand to me!

It seems that there are countless Jacky Cheung and Li Yaoxiang shouting at me in an infinite loop!

Shit! ! ! !

The above is my last consciousness before gastric lavage from home to the hospital.

as well as.

The situation was so tragic and chaotic, I don't know who dumped the pot of vomit-like salad in my back garden.

That small piece of polluted land has not grown grass until now, four years have passed.

[The smile reveals exhaustion.jpg]

The author has something to say: This time it is really poisoning late at night.

It is true that no grass grows for several years.

Don't ask me why I know_(:з」∠)_

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Although I changed the label to Completed, but there will be another one tomorrow night to raise a baby after marriage

I don’t know why writing food articles will cause a revolution in the digestive system. In short, I’m not in the mood to write summer banquets and autumn banquets recently. I’m going to save my manuscripts for new pits. Maybe there will be more stories in the near future.

After all, there are 39W words, and I suddenly want to make up 40W.