Don't fall in love with the professor

The waiter moved quickly, and within a short while, two plates were brought over. Jiang Xiaocheng thanked him, gave one to Zhong Kexing, and put the cooked vegetables in it.

He said warmly: "Didn't you say last time that eating hot food will cause... damage to the mucous membrane of the digestive tract? I still remember a little knowledge from junior high school, like the mouth, esophagus, and stomach, all belong to the digestive tract, right? ?”

He paused for a while, looking for Zhong Kexing's eyes, like a student seeking the teacher's approval.

Zhong Kexing nodded without knowing why, "Yeah."

"As for the mucous membrane—listen to the name, I thought it was formed from mucus," Jiang Xiaocheng felt a little embarrassed, probably because of his ignorance, "After I checked it on the Internet, the mucous membrane is actually cells... um... many, many layers The cells, in the innermost layer of the digestive tract, have a protective function... Am I right?"

After getting confirmation from Zhong Kexing, he continued:

"Of course the cells are afraid of being hot. For example, if you splash oil droplets on your hands, it will be red, swollen and painful. In more serious cases, the skin may be broken. By analogy, the 'mucosal cells' of the digestive tract will also be exposed to overheated food. It will hurt. If it’s just an occasional injury, it’s actually okay, but if you often eat hot food, it may cause inflammation, or even cancer, like esophageal cancer, gastric cancer... This is very serious.”

If it is an ordinary person, hearing others talk about diseases and disasters while eating will definitely affect their appetite, but Zhong Kexing is different, let alone discussing his major.

He didn't expect that a sentence he said casually would actually win Jiang Xiaocheng's heart, and made him spend so much effort to check so much information, he was surprised.

"I looked it up on the Internet," Jiang Xiaocheng read his expression, and smiled shyly, "I don't understand some professional vocabulary, so I understand it according to my own ideas, and I don't know if there is any deviation in these understandings. "

Then he said slowly: "The dishes just taken out of the hot pot must be hot. If you eat them directly, it will be bad for your health. I really didn't pay attention to this before, thanks to your reminder. I am more impatient to eat. Think about it now , because it was too hot, it seemed like I chewed a few mouthfuls and then swallowed it. So I thought, I can put it on a plate and eat it when it is slightly colder, won’t the problem be solved?”

When he said the latter, he had a very happy expression on his face, as if he had eliminated a world trouble.

"And I read on the Internet that even ordinary drinking water becomes a carcinogen when it reaches 65 degrees. Is it the same reason?"

"That's the reason." Zhong Kexing picked up some vegetables on the plate, and they were not so hot anymore, and they were just right for the mouth.

But he suddenly felt very guilty.

You shouldn't judge what others like so directly and so casually.

"I said before that hot pot is unhealthy, it's too absolute." Zhong Kexing said slowly.

Scanning the dishes on the table, he said after deliberation: "There are seafood, beef and mutton, and vegetables... One meal can absorb rich nutrition."

"Probably everything has two sides. There is indeed a lot of fat in the hot pot. There are also harmful substances like you said, but I read experts that the longer the hot pot is boiled, the more harmful substances will accumulate. See When you go to a hot pot restaurant after coming here, you have to pay attention to see if it uses fresh soup base."

Although Jiang Xiaocheng spoke ill of the hot pot, his chopsticks never stopped. He picked up a large piece of thinly sliced ​​mutton and chewed it slowly in his mouth. The satisfying aroma immediately filled his mouth.

"But it's really delicious." With a sigh, he put down his chopsticks again, leaning his arms against the edge of the table.

She raised her eyebrows and showed a little playful expression.

"Isn't it said that maintaining a happy mood is good for your health? Eating hot pot can make you happy. If this is the case, can it offset a little bit of its disadvantages?"

Such a self-comforting spirit is really cute, and Zhong Kexing also began to find reasons for his gluttony from a biological perspective.

"It is the nature of animals to favor high-calorie foods."

"Well, since it's innate, it can't be too contrary," Jiang Xiaocheng concluded, "It's definitely not good to eat often, but once in a while

Second, it's still possible. "

In this way, the discussion on how to balance deliciousness and health came to an end, and the two returned their attention to the dining table.

Zhong Kexing must eat things like beef and mutton, fungi, and vegetables a lot. Jiang Xiaocheng wanted him to taste something special, so he took a look and set his sights on the plate of chicken gizzards.

The chicken gizzard was not small in size, dark red in color, and was cut with a very thin flower knife, which was handled very cleanly.

Jiang Xiaocheng picked up a few pieces and put them in a spicy pot. When they were cooked, he took them out, rolled them in chili powder, and gave them to Zhong Kexing.

"Do you want to try this?"

"This is a gizzard." Zhong Kexing stared at it without expression.

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't understand what gizzard meant.

"Hmm... it's chicken gizzards."

"That's it," Zhong Kexing explained to him, "the organs that chickens use to grind food."

It is also a skill to make food lose its charm in one sentence.

"Try it." Jiang Xiaocheng encouraged from the side.

"You like this?"

"Ok!"

Zhong Kexing's expression became tangled, "I have never eaten animal offal."

"That's it," Jiang Xiaocheng knew that there is a type of people in this world who never eat animal offal, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't know, then don't eat it, I'll give you another plate."

"No need," Zhong Kexing stopped him, "I can try."

Under Jiang Xiaocheng's gaze, Zhong Kexing slowly picked up the chicken gizzard with his chopsticks, making his first attempt in life.

Because it has been rolled in the soup, when I first tasted the hot pot, the first thing I tasted was the aroma of the hot pot, and the saltiness was full of numbness. It was the rich taste of various spices stewed together. completely different.

If you chew it carefully, you will feel its toughness and strength. This can also be explained from a scientific point of view-the gizzard is the stomach of a chicken, and stones are stored in it. When the food arrives, the stomach wall will shrink. , form a strong force, cooperate with stones to grind food.

Therefore, the meat is tight and thick, and because it is well cooked, it is not difficult to chew.

Quietly, a little bit of spiciness slowly spread.

No, it's not a little spicy, it's very spicy!

The pungent stimulus penetrated from the tip of the tongue into the eyes of the throat at some point, as if setting a fire along the road, it was choking and itchy, making people want to cough.

The hot pain instantly filled the mouth.

"Cough—" Zhong Kexing turned his head to look for the cup, and when he lifted it, it felt light and light, and the water in it had been drunk before.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Xiaocheng hurriedly filled him with sour plum juice, and handed the paper to him.

Zhong Kexing finished his drink, and the choking sensation in his mouth and throat eased a little.

"Can't you eat a little bit of spicy food?" Seeing that his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, Jiang Xiaocheng refilled his glass, "Then you should eat clear soup."

"Cough—it's okay." Zhong Kexing shook his hand.

He sat quietly, motionless, waiting for the aftertaste of the spiciness to wear off.

After a while, I wiped my mouth with a tissue.

He raised his hand and pushed his glasses, straightened his waist, looked at the spicy pot and asked, "Can I have another one?"

This meal, the host and guest had a great time, and the two of them were together, and finally they were no longer embarrassed because they had nothing to talk about, and they were embarrassed because they didn't speak congenially.

When getting along, I don't feel so stiff anymore, and I can talk more freely.

If both are interested in each other, the development of the relationship will be much smoother, and the two will start to meet frequently.

Because they had normal jobs during the day, they mostly dated at night, where they sat and had dinner together, and then went for walks and chats in nearby parks and streets.

Zhong Kexing got a little bit of Jiang Xiaocheng's heart, and knew that he likes food, so when chatting with him, he tried to bring up these topics as much as possible.

After dinner that day, the two of them took a walk along the river. The bright night lights flickered. From time to time, cars passed by, leaving the shadows of the lights at the rear of the car. Out of comfort.

Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head to look at Zhong Kexing, "The little crispy meat just now tastes good, right? I used to come to this store often."

Zhong Kexing commented honestly, "It's delicious, very crispy, and very fragrant."

Ask again: "Can this be done at home?"

"Yes." Jiang Xiaocheng's smiling eyes bent into two crescents, "I did it."

Explain it to Zhong Kexing in detail.

"Well... it's best to choose pork belly, cut into strips with even fat and thinness, marinate with cooking wine, salt, pepper, green onion, and ginger for 10 minutes, and then make batter. No water is used when kneading noodles. Eggs should be used. The batter can't If it is too thick, it should not be too thin. Coat the meat evenly with batter and fry it in a frying pan for a total of two times. The first time the oil temperature should not be too high, mainly for setting the shape and cooking the meat. The temperature of the oil is slightly higher, so that the outer surface can be fried crispy. The soul of this dish is pepper, do you like the taste of pepper?"

"Not bad, very special aroma."

There was a seat under the weeping willow not far away, and Jiang Xiaocheng sat on it when he was tired from walking, looked up at the dark sky full of stars, and let out a long sigh of comfort.

"Sometimes I feel so strange, it is obviously the same dish, the same meat, and the same seasoning, but different people make different tastes."

Zhong Kexing said: "Complex chemical changes, different temperatures, and different reaction times will produce different substances."

"Maybe." Jiang Xiaocheng smiled, and asked again, "What should I eat tomorrow?"

Zhong Kexing asked, "Are there any restaurants you recommend?"

Jiang Xiaocheng thought for a while, then frowned slightly.

"It seems... there is no more, I think we have been to all the delicious places - or come to my house on weekends!"

After a short silence, he realized how ambiguous the sentence was, as if it was a special invitation.

His face suddenly turned red.

Staggering Zhong Kexing's eyes, he quickly found something to remedy, "I mean, I can also cook some dishes. Of course, they are not as delicious as restaurants, but they are okay."

But Zhong Kexing's expression seemed to be normal, he turned his head and asked, "Can I bring Xun with me?"

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