blenderwars Chapter 703 Seasoning and Marinating Meat
Chapter 703 Seasoning and Marinating Meat
Chapter 703 Seasoning and Marinating Meat
Hao Jiejie crossed her arms and leaned against the stone wall: "Congratulations on creating your own unique flavor."
“Your country in the East has a very famous dish called Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. Fish maw, sea cucumber, and abalone gradually unfold in clear water. A hen and pork bones simmer in an earthenware pot for three days and nights until the marrow turns into milky mist. Dried abalone, in particular, needs to be soaked for seven days with the water changed daily.”
"The lengthy preparation of soaking the ingredients, coupled with twelve hours of slow simmering, has created a unique world within the jar."
Hao Jiejie looked at the steam rising from the pot and said calmly, "Only time and well-marinated ingredients can make a delicious dish made with care. Lin Xiaohe, start making your Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."
Wang Tianhai suddenly looked up at the crayfish in his bowl, a look of bewilderment on his face.
Wasn't Lin Xiaohe making spicy crayfish? How did it turn into Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?
The bald monk gently patted the back of his head: "Eat your food, don't ask, don't listen, don't look."
A powerful aroma is the best form of marketing.
No special methods are needed; guests will come to enjoy the food.
The first to be attracted were a couple of ghost cultivators.
Year after year, people come and go on the road to the underworld, while the River Styx flows on and on, unchanged for all eternity.
The couple traveled all over the City of Immortality and even spent some time in the City of the Dead.
Looking across the four cities, the sky is always gray and the citizens are half-dead, half-alive.
With immortality within reach, living and time become meaningless.
Among the ghost cultivator couple, the man in the green robe looked at Bojiang, shook his head and sighed, "The sky is dark, the earth is gray, and the river is yellow. No matter how beautiful the other shore flowers are, this place is not as beautiful as the three thousand scenic spots in the human world. No wonder the living do not want to die, and the dying want to live."
The woman in the cheongsam said, "You're already dead, so there's no point in thinking about it anymore. If you really don't want to live, then go and be reincarnated."
Honestly, she's tired of living.
The man nodded, then suddenly sniffed, looked up, and said in surprise, "What is this? It smells so good! Let's have a good meal first, then we'll go reincarnate."
After saying that, the two of them hurried away and soon followed the aroma to Lin Xiaohe's food stall.
Fortunately, they ran fast. As soon as they arrived at the stall, the small food stall was surrounded by layers of people.
The two were squeezed flat by the ghost cultivators.
The ghost cultivator couple squeezed into a narrow alley, unable to see even the person cooking. All they could see were pots of spicy crayfish, bright red, topped with minced garlic, cilantro, and chili peppers, their overpowering spicy aroma wafting straight to the top of their heads.
Chopsticks were placed on the side of the bowl.
Like the other ghosts, the ghost couple picked up their bowls, and someone scooped a spoonful of spicy crayfish into them.
His eyes lit up after taking one bite.
"It's so delicious! Master, your cooking is superb! It's so good that I don't care about life or death anymore! Hahaha, I don't want to be reincarnated!"
The ghost cultivator couple hugged each other and whimpered.
"Master, why didn't you set up your stall sooner?! It hurts so much to think that we've missed out on so many delicious foods over the years."
They hadn't had enough to eat when they were pushed out by the other ghost cultivators.
"Alright, alright, since you've already eaten, make room for us. We haven't tried it yet!"
At the food stall, Wang Tianhai cleaned up the empty bowls while popping shrimp into his mouth in between bites.
Actually, this shrimp is called hard-shelled shrimp, but Lin Xiaohe always calls this dish spicy crayfish, so let's just call this hard-shelled shrimp crayfish.
When it comes to delicious food, anything can take a backseat.
"Lin Xiaohe, there's only one pot of crayfish left."
Upon hearing this, the ghost cultivators queuing in front of the food stall stirred up a commotion.
Lin Xiaohe cleared her throat: "Everyone, don't line up anymore, they'll be gone once they're sold out."
Lin Xiaohe untied the apron around her waist; she was only responsible for cooking, not serving the food.
The job of serving food has been taken over by the bald monk and the mute boy.
These two guys abused their power for personal gain, secretly saving a bowl of crayfish to eat later. "No way!! I have lots of hard-shelled shrimp here, you can have them all!" The one-eyed ghost cultivator who set up a stall on the street opened his bag and poured out several baskets of hard-shelled shrimp.
He said pitifully, "Boss, please do a little extra work. Hard-shelled shrimp is no problem. Whatever seasonings you want, we can get them for you!"
The other ghost cultivators chimed in, "Yeah, boss, it's only been open for a short time!"
The ghost cultivators felt wronged; they weren't usually this greedy.
But the aroma emanating from this pot has hands and feet.
The aroma climbed along the alley, seeped into the cracks in the ground, passed through the brick walls, and specifically targeted the nose.
No matter where you are in the City of Immortality, you'll be irresistibly drawn in by this aroma.
If they don't get to eat the spicy crayfish, they might develop a mental obsession!
Before Lin Xiaohe could answer, the last pot of crayfish was almost sold out, with only one bowl left.
"I queued for half an hour."
"I lined up for an hour."
"I came from the east of the city."
“I came from the grave.”
Several ghost cultivators actually started fighting over the last bowl of crayfish.
Meanwhile, more and more ghost cultivators from other places arrived, and the alley was already overflowing.
The ghost cultivators rushed in from all directions, their eyes gleaming as they stared intently at the pot.
Lin Xiaohe felt a chill run down her spine from that gaze and decided to go all out and cook 12 more batches!
Lin Xiaohe silently poured in another bowl of shrimp, and the pot sizzled.
The powder keg, which was almost ignited, has returned to calm.
The ghost cultivators obediently lined up.
At this moment, the alley was full of people, the walls were full of people squatting on them, and the old locust tree was full of hanging clothes.
The shadowy figures of black, white, and gray stretched from one end of the alley to the other. To the uninitiated, it looked like a procession of a hundred ghosts, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the ghost cultivators were all peeling shrimp.
Under the moonlight, the crayfish shone bright red, and the crisp sound of their shells cracking open was like firecrackers going off during a festival.
A newly arrived ghost cultivator couldn't squeeze in, so he floated in mid-air and shouted down, "Big brother in front, can you leave a bite of the shrimp roe?"
Nobody paid him any attention; everyone was busy eating.
Under the moonlight, the alley was filled with ghost cultivators peeling shrimp and ghost cultivators queuing up.
The shrimp shells were piled up into small mountains, their red color gleaming in the moonlight.
Some particular ghost cultivator arranged the shrimp shells in a neat row from largest to smallest, as if he were building a cenotaph for the shrimp.
Despite the lively and exhilarating scene, Wang Tianhai felt a chill run through him.
Now, he dares not steal crayfish anymore.
He suspected that Lin Xiaohe had used a spell on the family, otherwise why would everyone be so obsessed?!
The bald monk and the mute boy felt as if they had been reduced to heartless food-serving machines.
Secretly hiding crayfish? That's impossible.
Those damned ghost cultivators were actually counting the number of crayfish in the pot one by one! If the number of crayfish they gave the ghost cultivators was different, they would be met with merciless questioning.
Lin Xiaohe mechanically stir-fried and stirred.
Her current state is strange, as if she has entered a state of flow, resonating in sync with a certain rhythm.
Hao Jiejie hovered in mid-air, looking down at the entire Eternal City with a cold yet somewhat relieved gaze.
(End of this chapter)