Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

At this moment, a faint scent of butter came out from the kitchen, Zhao Ke didn't care at first.

But after careful sniffing, Zhao Ke gradually turned his attention to the scent from the kitchen.

Simply ignoring the heavy cigarette he was smoking, he walked towards the kitchen.

When he walked to the door of the kitchen, he saw that the cook was facing him with all kinds of strange blades neatly placed on the table.

A spiral-shaped short stick with barbs was hung on the cow's intestines by the cook. With a twist, the short stick began to rotate, and the cow's intestines were pulled out inch by inch.

Zhao Ke was greatly surprised by the peculiar technique.

There was boiling heat in the pot on the side, and the soup was milky in color, exuding a faint frankincense, and also had a special smell.

It was a smell that Zhao Ke had never smelled before.

Can't help but pick up the spoon, gently tap a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

When the soup slid down Zhao Ke's throat, a strong fragrance gushed out from the tip of his tongue. After careful tasting, the answer he got shocked Zhao Ke: "It's Chinese toon!"

Chapter 555

"good to eat!"

The milk fragrance has the smell of Chinese toon leaves, but the milk fragrance is not covered by the smell of Chinese toon itself.

Because the fragrance of milk is stronger.

Zhao Ke tasted it carefully on the tip of his tongue. The taste of milk had a strong sour taste, as if it had been fermented.

But it's not milk, it should be mare's milk.

It seems that only after mare's milk is fermented will it have this unique sour taste.

With the wonderful ingredient of Chinese toon, after the two are perfectly blended, the taste of Chinese toon neutralizes part of the sour taste, and at the same time neutralizes the excessive smell of Chinese toon itself.

This is the first time Zhao Ke has encountered this way of eating.

Hearing Zhao Ke's praise, the female cook looked back at Zhao Ke, nodded politely to Zhao Ke, and continued to clean up the intestines.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke ignored the smoking gun, and simply stood aside and watched.

Wash the beef intestines, add beef, white mushrooms,

At this time, Zhao Ke noticed something. On a plate, there was a black mass. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a mass of hair.

Zhao Ke stepped forward to have a look, and it turned out to be "Fat Cai."

Fa Cai is very strange.

Many people who don't often like the kitchen may not have heard of it.

It is named for its black and slender, like human hair, and it is a very good ingredient.

In the early years, it was popular in Guangdong.

Not only because of the unique taste, but more importantly, Fa Cai, in Cantonese, is called Fa Cai.

This thing is an elf in nature.

However, over-picking later, Gansu and Ningxia have already banned picking, and Inner Mongolia also followed strict precautions a few years later, and no picking was allowed.

Because this thing grows very slowly, and more importantly, collecting a bunch of nostocs will cause a piece of land to be barren for at least ten years.

For the lump of lettuce in front of me, it is estimated that at least ten meters of land will be desertified as a result.

Therefore, strict defense is strictly prohibited, and picking and selling are prohibited.

Zhao Ke didn't expect to see it here.

These hair vegetables were rolled into balls, stuffed into the cow intestines, and finally poured into the milk soup that Zhao Ke had just tasted.

Put it in a sauce pan for stewing.

Looking at the sticky stew in the pot, Zhao Ke also felt an itch in his heart.

Looking at the color and smell, Zhao Ke can basically confirm that this is definitely a pot of old stew.

For cooks, a pot of old stew is basically equivalent to a family heirloom.

Don't look at the stewed stuff that doesn't seem to be on the table.

But even if he is his own master, he has been proficient in all major cuisines after traveling all over the world for so many years.

But when it comes to Lu, even the old man can only admit defeat.

There is no way to compare it, people have a pot of old stew, ten years less, and one hundred years more.

You cook it from a new stew, but you meet someone else's old stew, it doesn't matter what ingredients you use, what technique you use, and how advanced your cooking skills are.

My taste is better than yours, more fragrant than yours.

Therefore, in the culinary world, stew is definitely the most unusual existence among all cuisines. When others try to cook, they really fight their fathers, masters, and ancestors.

The old man commented on this even more: "Crooked ways!" Of course, there is a strong sour taste in this comment.

Zhao Ke has always wanted a pot of high-quality old stew, but this stuff, you buy it, but people still don't sell it. The painstaking efforts of several generations are sold as soon as they are sold.

Therefore, Zhao Ke looked at the pot of old stew right now, and his eyes were greedy.

"It smells good! Spicy..."

At this time, the smell of the big tobacco rod also came, and the eyes stared at the pot of old brine, drooling.

This guy's nose is sharper than a dog's nose, and he can smell the smell of tobacco in the air from more than ten meters away.

Not to mention, this pot of old brine has a tangy aroma, and the brine is gushing out, and the few pieces of boiled meat inside are ruddy and shiny.

It's really eye-watering to watch.

Let alone a big cigarette, Zhao Ke noticed at this moment that the 'Tun' in his stamp album was about to move and wanted to pounce.

Although both 'Swallow' and the stamp album are not displayed to the outside world.

But Zhao Ke didn't dare to let Tun come out blatantly.

When we were chatting just now, I had specifically asked the big smoker about the spirit. The big smoker didn't go into details, but he said it very directly.

The stronger the spirit is made, the more powerful the abilities obtained.