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The mutton is made of hind leg meat, which is firm and shiny, evenly red, tender and tender, and is most suitable for stir-frying.

Yu Xiaotan sprinkled salt, Chinese prickly ash, soy sauce and a little cooking wine on the sliced ​​meat, marinated for a while, cut the long onion into long slices, poured a little vegetable oil in the pot, and fried the onion and garlic until fragrant.

When the pot and oil were boiling hot, Yu Xiaotan put the meat in the pot and turned the heat to high.The brilliant golden flame was burning extremely vigorously, and the tongue of fire licked and kissed the bottom of the pot made of black iron, and the heat penetrated continuously like a wave.

Holding a spatula in his hand, Yu Xiaotan kept stir-frying. When the color of the mutton turned from bright red emerald to light brown, he quickly added the remaining scallions, added a spoonful of soy sauce, and stir-fried evenly.

The tarnished meat slices are turned with the spatula and trembled with the hot oil. It is no longer almost transparent like a gemstone, but a delicate, milky oily flower.The meat was dyed light brown in the soy sauce, and a small handful of chili peppers and cumin were sprinkled on Yu Xiaotan, and the rich meaty aroma continued to flow out.

It is a very pure and thick meat flavor, with a very slight fishy smell from sheep, but it is pickled with pepper, so it is no longer annoying, but full of flavor from the wilderness.

Chef Wang next to him couldn't hold it anymore. He couldn't restrain himself from swallowing his saliva. In the end, the sound of oil explosion in the whole kitchen couldn't suppress the sound of "gudong gudong" in his throat.

The main thing is the incense, the incomparably alluring fragrance, when a wisp of it enters the nostrils lightly, it is like a spark that ignites a fire, suddenly detonating his longing for flesh buried deep in his soul as a human being.

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like meat?

If there is, it must be because he has never encountered such a fried mutton with scallions.

It was not only Chef Wang who was attracted by the smell of meat, but also many spiritual chefs who originally belonged to the Yunhai Sect.

They provide meals for the Yunhai Sect on a daily basis. They also wanted to show their skills at the Sect Assembly, but later learned that the Sect Master invited the chef from Guanghuazhai from outside in order to show the Sect’s strong character. They were a little disappointed and unconvinced at first. .

But at this moment, they obeyed.

I can't accept it!

They are not outsiders who do not understand the difficulties of spiritual kitchens, and they have tried to control some difficult ingredients like newborn calves, but all of them were defeated by the tyrannical spiritual power in the ingredients.

But today, seeing Yu Xiaotan handle the Gulan Chiyang, he really knows how to do it with ease, and the mutton shows no signs of spiritual violence, and it nestles obediently in Yu Xiaotan's palm, just like a docile little sheep.

The scent in the air became more intense, faintly penetrating the kitchen wall, and overflowing in a farther direction.

Yu Xiaotan took the hot mutton out of the pot and put it on the dinner plate, and said in a brisk voice, "It's done."

The chef immediately stepped forward: "Master, master, I'm here to taste... Ah no, can I have a bite? Just a small bite?"

He kept gesticulating the meaning of "small mouth" with his fingers in the air, and Yu Xiaotan was amused by his flushed cheeks and the constant swallowing of saliva.

Yu Xiaotan pushed the plate towards the chef and said, "Just take a bite."

It's not that he's too stingy, and it's not that the portion of this pot of mutton is too small, but this pot of meat will be sent to the suzerain and several powerful elders soon, and Yu Xiaotan hopes that more of it will be kept for that fake dragon Cheng Huan.

In this meat, he hid a "big gift" for the pseudo-dragon.

Obtaining the promise, the chef stretched out his hand to grab the dinner plate excitedly, only to realize that he forgot to use chopsticks when Yu Xiaotan tapped his wrist quickly.He hurriedly grabbed two bamboo chopsticks and carefully picked up a piece of mutton.

The sliced ​​meat is extremely thin. Although it is no longer as shiny as raw meat after being overheated, it is burnt and buttery, which is very eye-catching. When it is clamped, there is also a faint sunlight penetration.

More light was blocked by the meat slices, and then merged with the golden oil, covering the meat slices with a layer of gilded light, which was not dazzling, but made mouth water for no reason.

The chef stuffed the sliced ​​meat into his mouth.

As soon as the teeth were clenched, the rich oil overflowed, slightly spicy with a fresh fragrance, sweeping his mouth like a whirlwind in an instant.

So tender, so fresh!

The chef couldn't control the expression on his face, he chewed vigorously, the meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fat and hot, with the flavor of onion and hot pepper.

No, the chef suddenly realized belatedly that this is the meat of Gulan Chiyang!

The sheep was supposed to run on the center of the earth where the red flames were rising, and bathe in the never-ending flow of magma.

The chef closed his eyes slightly.

He vaguely heard the sound of magma churning, thousands of crimson streams gathered from all directions, and the red-hot rocks were pushed up and fell rapidly by them.

The red-haired Gulan Chiyang leaped into the air, landed its hind hooves on the scorched rock suspended in mid-air, and stomped vigorously.So in an instant, the Jiaoyan shattered into pieces, turned into black carbon ash and flew away, while the red sheep took advantage of its strength to leap, and its body bent into a vigorous shape in the air.

Its hind legs are so powerful that they can swim in the billowing black smoke and dark red flames. The muscles that pull the hind legs are the essence of the whole body. Now, the meat is being sliced ​​as thin as a cicada's wing and dipped in hot oil. And the fiery scallions, rolling in his mouth, overflowing with alcoholic juice.

Is that gravy filling my mouth?

It seems so, but in a trance, the chef suddenly felt that the blood flowing in his mouth was clearly the hot blood of Gulan Chiyang. The blood was as hot as magma, and it had been washed endlessly in the other party's blood vessels, but now it has absorbed all the spiritual power into it. Life merged into one, offered on a small dinner plate.

This kind of cooking can't be controlled without great ability.

Such a dish cannot be eaten by anyone who is not sincere.

Because the sheep will be angry, the magma will roar, and the volcano flowing with dark gold will be detonated by the scallions, and together with the powerful spiritual power contained in the meat slices, it will overflow the mountains and fields, destroying the world, the sun and the moon.

The chef's fingertips trembling slightly as he grasped the chopsticks.

He carefully raised his eyelids, looked at Yu Xiaotan, and met the young man's half-smile face.

"Gudong", the chef swallowed again.

In the next second, he returned to his gluttonous appearance, looked at the scallion-boiled mutton in front of him and sighed, his eyes full of reluctance: "It's so delicious, so delicious, Master, if I can really enter your sect, can you Make me another meal?"

Yu Xiaotan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Isn't Gulan Chiyang hard to find?"

"I'll look for it!" The chef's eyes were full of light, "Master, don't worry, no matter how difficult it is to find, I will get it for you."

Yu Xiaotan just smiled, turned around and stopped talking.

After finishing this portion of mutton, his work for today is considered over.

Speaking of it, the head chef of Guanghuazhai is really relaxed. He only needs to cook one or two key dishes for a dinner, and the rest is cooked by other spirit chefs under his command. Cook with your own hands.

With emotion, Yu Xiaotan carefully cleaned the remaining oil on his hands, looked up, but found that it was still early.

Since you are free, how about... go out for a walk?

……

Yu Xiaotan actually cooked this pot of food so fast that he almost stopped, and the duel on the halfway up the mountain was still going on.

Cheng Huan, who took the medicine, was indeed vigorous, as if he was a different person. The dark red spiritual power completely enveloped the whole body, red flames flowed from the long sword, and the tip turned into a ferocious dragon shape. With the young man sternly shouting, Chong Qiongqing opened his bloody mouth and bit down hard.

With a wave of Qiongqing's right hand, several petals circled like birds and met the red dragon's big mouth.

The fierce collision of spiritual power spread out the surging energy in the air, and the coercion spread to the side like a wave, penetrating the barrier, and even the disciples watching around the battle platform vaguely felt the powerful force. All of them looked pale and cautious.

Although Cheng Huan exerted great power, their eyes almost completely avoided Cheng Huan's direction. Occasionally, when someone glanced at them from the corner of their eyes, complex emotions of shame, resentment or contempt danced in their eyes.

The young master of a majestic family openly took drugs in the ring of one-on-one competition.

It's not a pill, but a bottle.

If you tell the fuck about it, you'll be laughed to death, okay?

How will their Yunhai Sect disciples mess around when they go out in the future?How can you hold your head up when you meet other sect disciples?

There were more and more whispering voices in the crowd, and many people sighed with a heavy heart: "It would be great if the young master Cheng Yang is still there. The young master Cheng Yang is so strong, he will definitely not let things fall to the present This situation..."

"Be careful!"

The person next to him immediately tugged at his sleeve, dragged that person to look around, and lowered his voice: "Young Sect Master doesn't like people to mention that person the most. He still has a lot of bad legs in the sect. If people know that you said this In other words, what can I do if I give you small shoes behind my back?"

"...Why, can I even tell you?"

The person who spoke first held back for a moment, and became even more furious: "If you are not as good as you are, you are not as good as you are. Why don't you let people tell the truth? Look at what he looks like today, he has completely embarrassed the whole sect!"

"That being said..."

Another disciple sighed lowly: "Oh, we can't beat that boy from Yushuimen, this matter itself is enough to be embarrassing. If you want me to say, the young suzerain is also to support us. As long as we can win this round, I will It's better to..."

Before the words fell, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the battle platform!

The disciples raised their heads in astonishment, only to see a figure being violently blown away by the vines, bouncing helplessly in mid-air like a ball, and the red dragon on the sword was crushed by the flying petals, leaving behind a weak roar, which slowly spilled over the air. wind.

In an instant, the audience was silent.

The disciple who tried his best to smooth things over for his young suzerain also pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

The resentful light in everyone's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Taking drugs, using indiscriminate means, it's fine to win.

But even so, still a crushing defeat?

That's no longer a matter of shame.

That's face being ripped off abruptly, thrown on the dusty ground, crushed hard with the soles of shoes, and even spit out in a "pooh"!

The breathing of all the disciples in the audience was suddenly heavy, and the elders on the high platform also looked solemn.And above the sky, the branches were flying, and after breaking through Cheng Huan's defensive aura, they crackled left and right, and slapped hundreds of times in a few breaths.

Cheng Huan fell heavily and lay motionless on the battle platform.

He was still conscious, but he had no strength in his body, and his face was red and swollen, and his cheeks were bulging, like a pig's head.

Qiongqing remained unscathed.

The young man was sitting on the vine, playing with the shiny petals with his white fingertips, slightly hooking his lips, showing a pure and flawless smile.

"Ah ah ah."

His voice is clear and melodious like a silver bell.

"Young Sect Master of Yunhai Sect, is this all?"

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