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Chapter 3

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To lick or not to lick, that was a question worth pondering.

Yang Hong didn't have much time to think about it. A new dish was served, and it immediately captured his attention. He couldn't afford to be distracted.

It was the Spicy Snakehead Fish. The spicy taste could easily arouse one's appetite and make one salivate. After being processed by Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship, one could imagine how fragrant the dish was.

The bright red color was sprinkled with snow-white fish meat, black skin, green celery, coriander, and green onions. It looked especially delicious and went well with the rice.

All kinds of mixed flavors rushed to the tip of the nose. He felt embarrassed if he didn't salivate.

Anyway, Yang Hong couldn't stand it anymore. He immediately picked up a piece of white fish meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. An extremely spicy taste spread in his mouth, making him feel refreshed. Although it was spicy, it wasn't dry spicy, and it didn't make his throat uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt moist.

After the spiciness passed, the freshness and sweetness of the fish meat came out. With a slight bite, the tender fish meat melted. Along with the spicy taste, the freshness and sweetness became more prominent. It was as if he was in the wilderness and the mountain breeze was blowing, and he felt comfortable all over.

"Oh, the fish meat is fresh and tender, and the spiciness doesn't affect the taste. It's simply the best," Yang Hong couldn't help but say.

He didn't slow down when he spoke. Anyway, in The Kitchen God, there were no slow eaters. Even those who advocated eating slowly would eat much faster in the restaurant. Wasn't it normal to want to stuff delicious food into one's mouth?

Therefore, everyone subconsciously increased their speed, and they were not even aware of it.

Yang Hong was one of them. In a short while, a big plate of fish was gone. He was dumbfounded, thinking that he couldn't eat that fast.

"Did you eat my fish?" Although Yang Hong asked in a questioning tone, his tone was firm, as if he had already seen through the truth.

Shang Lu rolled his eyes elegantly and said, "I just tasted it for you. You've always been afraid of the fishy smell when eating fish. Don't worry, this fish doesn't smell fishy."

With a serious look on his face, if Yang Hong wasn't the person in question, he might have believed him. Now, he was like, 'As if I'll believe you!'

However, it was too late to say anything now that he had finished eating. Yang Hong secretly made up his mind that when the new dish was served, he would eat it first regardless of whose dish it was.

While they were chatting, the dishes were served. It was a dish from the trade route, and it was also a fish dish, fish head in clay pot. This dish had to be from the Tianmu Lake to be the most famous.

Because of the water quality, the bighead carps there were big and sturdy, and their meat was tender. The fish head soup made from them was white and clear, and it didn't seem thick at all, but it was very mellow when one drank it.

Moreover, because the head of the bighead carp was raised to be extremely large, it was the most suitable material to be used as the fish head in the clay pot. Just looking at the fish head that was just served, which was only slightly smaller than the soup bowl, one could see some of its significance.

Shang Lu especially liked to drink a bowl of soup first before eating the fish. Therefore, even though the taste was very fragrant, he resisted the temptation to first pick up the small bowl that was served, scooped a bowl of soup, blew on it slightly, and drank it.

The milky white soup didn't look very thick when it entered his mouth, but the taste was very fragrant. The fresh taste was mixed with the fragrance of beans, sweet and delicious. It was very delicious.

After drinking the bowl of soup, Shang Lu put down the bowl and planned to eat some fish before drinking the soup. Like this, he ate some meat, drank some soup, and repeated the cycle. It was very satisfying.

However, when he looked at the fish head, he was a little confused. The fresh and tender fish meat on the fish head facing up was almost finished, and only the corners were left.

Yang Hong was carrying out the great wish that he had just made in his heart. His speed was very fast. In the time it took for him to drink the soup on the trade route, the originally meaty fish head immediately became bald.

Shang Lu became anxious when he saw this. He immediately abandoned the idea of drinking the soup and began to attack the fish meat. Even though the bighead carp's head was very big and had more meat than other fish heads, it couldn't stand two people eating one chopstick at a time. It didn't take long for them to finish it, including the soup. Even the bones that could be eaten were chewed and swallowed. It was really too fresh. If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't be eaten, there wouldn't be any bones left.

After the light and delicious fish head in the clay pot came the crispy and tasty braised pork in wine, which could also be called steamed braised pork in wine. Compared to the fish head in the clay pot, the braised pork in wine seemed to have a special sense of existence. Because it had been steamed several times, it was especially fragrant.

The dish was dark red in color, with a layer of tiger skin on the outside. Underneath was the marinated meat, which was 70% lean and 30% fat. It looked very oily and appetizing.

In fact, there was no need to use chopsticks to know that the meat was very soft just by looking at it. It wasn't because the meat had been steamed until it was tattered. On the contrary, every piece of meat was very intact, but it gave people such a feeling.

However, Shang Lu didn't care about this. From the fish head just now, he came to a conclusion that if he wanted to eat more, he couldn't think too much. Otherwise, it would end up in other people's stomachs. Looking at the chopsticks in Yang Hong's hands, it was self-evident.

Shang Lu picked up a piece of meat that was about three fingers wide. In order to save time, he directly opened his mouth wide and stuffed the meat into it. It melted in his mouth. Except for the skin part which had a little gelatinous feeling, the other parts almost automatically opened up as soon as they came into contact with his mouth.

Originally, Shang Lu felt that it would be a little greasy, but when he smacked his lips twice, he didn't feel any greasy at all. On the contrary, the rich and fragrant taste made him want to eat a second piece.

And so, Shang Lu readily picked up the second piece and started eating. Not only the meat, even the pickled bamboo shoots that were unique to Su Province tasted pretty good. After absorbing the gravy, the pickled bamboo shoots that were originally salty and fresh became even more colorful, not inferior to the meat in any way.

A mouthful of meat and a mouthful of bamboo shoots. Not even an immortal would be able to cook it.

"Isn't the portion too little?" Shang Lu couldn't help but ask.

The main reason was that the food was gone not long after he started eating. This made him feel awkward. Fortunately, the dishes were served one after another. Otherwise, Shang Lu felt that he needed to have a good talk with Head Chef Yuan. How could the food be so little? At the very least, it should be stored in a basin. The white porcelain basin used in the past was good, economical, and durable.

Shang Lu was definitely drunk. If he had eaten a few more peanuts, he wouldn't be this drunk. Those who dared to voice their opinions were all brave warriors who faced life head-on.

Of course, Shang Lu didn't have any time to complain. The last dish was served. It was the Wei County Chili Skin. Apart from the aroma, the first thing that caught everyone's attention was the colorful dishes. There were red, green, black, yellow, and all kinds of colors. It was like a dyer's meeting.

Moreover, the colors were arranged neatly. The thickness and length were all the same. Just looking at them was enough to make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel comfortable.



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