Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Hearing this, Zhao Ke looked at Dwarf Tiger, only to hear Dwarf Tiger whisper: "When I went to pee just now, I felt someone was following us!"

However, Zhao Ke was not surprised by this at all, and sneered: "A group of people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth are just looking for death. Why do they care so much?"

Chapter 1105 A Lesson!

In the middle of the night, the bleak cold wind howled in the mountains and forests, blowing out waves of creepy wind whistles, coupled with the screams of birds and beasts and courtship sounds from time to time in the mountains, it was even more chilling.

In this deep forest, not to mention the night, even during the day, few people set foot in it.

But tonight seemed extraordinarily lively.

A lone boat floated from the lake, and from a distance, a bright light was seen emitting a halo on the lake.

Just when the cool breeze was blowing, a breeze rose and fell in my ears.

I can only hear the sound of the piano coming from the lonely boat, echoing melodiously among the mountains and forests.

The sound of the piano followed the lone boat slowly, the sound of sliding water matched the rhythm of the sound of the piano, and the sound of broken leaves was faintly heard, which followed the rhythm of the sound of the piano, and then dissipated with the wind.

Under such a moving piano sound, one can see a puff of green smoke around the bow of the lonely boat, accompanied by the aroma of cumin and barbecue.

Beat the unique artistic conception of this piano sound to pieces.

"Leader, bake me another chicken wing! Add more chili!"

The short-legged tiger carelessly soaked his stinky feet in the water lake, mutton skewers in his left hand, and lamb loin in his right hand, enjoying himself.

On such a beautiful day, overlooking the Nine Heavens Galaxy, listening to the sound of the zither, the smell of meat skewers in your hands is moving in the breeze.

After one bite, the mutton was fragrant but not fat, tender but not raw, and the dwarf tiger felt that he was only short of reaching his peak with a bottle of beer.

Although Zhao Ke is the team leader, he is very enthusiastic about cooking.

In other words, being a cook was what he wanted to do in the first place.

Brush a layer of honey and mutton oil mixed with oil-consuming oil on the chicken wings, and you can see the middle wings on the charcoal fire for a while, and gradually cover a layer of attractive crimson red in the roasting of the flame.

Although it is just a simple barbecue, every step of Zhao Ke seems to have been practiced thousands of times.

Whether it is the heat or the time of brushing, Zhao Ke has calculated it accurately to the millisecond.

Only in this way can the taste of the meat be guaranteed under the premise of the taste of the chicken wings.

Zhao Ke's eyes are so focused, it feels like he is not grilling chicken wings, but more like he is concentrating on completing a certain work of art.

In fact, if Zhao Ke is willing, there is no need to be so troublesome. With the camera source, he can easily mix any flavor into the chicken wings.

Even as long as he is willing, even fruit-flavored chicken wings are not difficult for Zhao Ke.

Such a method is not uncommon, and in reality, even molecular cuisine of a certain level can do it.

Even Zhao Ke believes that with the development of technology, the process of pre-processing and cold chain supply will continue to be simplified and popularized.

Molecular gastronomy will surely become a sign of the times.

However, for Zhao Ke, some ideas of molecular gastronomy can be used for reference.

For example, the low-temperature cooking method is good.

But he will never be a chef of molecular cuisine.

How about in the future, a chef may have no knives, know how to control fire, and even be unable to hold a large spoon.

A chef who only needs to understand equations, physics and chemistry, and perform digital processing and cutting in front of a bunch of machines, is also worthy of being called a chef? ?

It would be more appropriate to be called a chemist.

According to Zhao Ke, such food has no soul.

No matter which method is used for real food, stir-frying, steaming, cooking, or fermentation, it will not change the original taste of the ingredients.

These all require the chef's skillful knife skills, as well as strong culinary skills.

Under the blending of fire and time, the ingredients evaporate their unique deliciousness.

This is real food.

Just like the crimson chicken wings baked in front of your eyes, after the unique fragrance is volatilized in the air.

The twelve grilled chicken wings were baked, but the dwarf tiger didn't eat any of them, and Zhao Min ate them all.

Basically, Zhao Ke baked one, and Zhao Min unceremoniously snatched it away.

When this woman ate, she didn't care about her image at all. After two or three bites, she ate a chicken wing, leaving only clean bones.

Ada wanted to remind Zhao Min to be careful of this guy's poisoning, and even wanted to test the poison with himself first to ensure the safety of the young master.

In the end, Zhao Min almost kicked him into the lake to feed the fish.

At this time, the third son was completely enslaved by Zhao Ke's chicken wings.

The taste that has never been eaten before, even the delicacies in the palace, is far inferior to the chicken wings in her hand.

One bite, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender. The aroma of chicken, mixed with the smell of cumin and charcoal fire, completely sublimates the taste of chicken wings.

After Zhao Min finished eating, he couldn't help looking at the remaining ingredients at Zhao Ke's hand.

It's a pity that the mutton was given to Dwarf, and the chicken wings were rounded up by her.

There was only one sheep whip left, but Zhao Min couldn't show any interest in it.

This made Zhao Min regret that she shouldn't have brought more chicken wings, she would think of the deliciousness of the chicken wings just now, and she couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue to lick the remaining taste at the corner of her mouth.

He even looked at Zhao Ke suspiciously: "What I ate just now was really chicken??"

Zhao Ke had already extinguished the charcoal fire in the furnace at this time, and after hearing Zhao Min's doubts, he looked at the bones on the ground.

Zhao Min was taken aback for a moment, and realized that he had expressed the wrong meaning, and quickly coughed twice: "I mean, why is the chicken you cook so delicious?"

Compared with Zhao Ke's grilled chicken wings, Zhao Min felt that all the famous chefs in his palace should be pulled out and chopped.

Except that stewed chicken is stewed chicken, I can't even bake chicken wings.

The roasted chicken was also dry and woody, it was unpalatable to death.

Facing Zhao Min's inquiry, I saw Zhao Ke standing on the bow of the boat, blowing in the wind, rolling up his robe, holding a book in his hands at some point.

"When you buy a chicken in the morning, you can talk to the chicken, and you don't have to wait for it to crow at all times. On a dark and stormy night in the mountains, you want to crow near the dawn."