Lin Chou didn't want to admit that his skills, which he practiced hard day and night, were not as good as a gray-haired old man, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it for himself.

Because every time Father Lin and Lin Chou sit side by side making a pot of fish balls, there seems to be no difference at first glance, but when the fish balls come out of the pot, the glossiness and taste...

The difference shouldn't be too obvious, even the guests can feel it.

More than once, Father Lin sighed with depression in front of Lin Chou when Grandpa Lin, who had turned into a small memorial tablet, said,

"Dad, since you left, there really isn't anyone who can fight!"

"Our Lin family...has also fallen..."

"So disappointing! So disappointing!"

In short, there are all kinds of exaggerated acting skills and lines. Don't tell me, Lin Xiaochou, who was young and ignorant at the time, really believed it.

The critical blow that Father Lin inflicted on Lin Chou's young mind was much more painful than when he used the big wooden basin used to make fish balls to carve into his skull after making fish balls that were not up to his father's standards.

He suddenly remembered with great sadness that some tabloids that were said to be used to promote the "excellent traditional culture" before the catastrophe often appeared in public toilets in alleys - the kind of tabloids that were stuck on the walls.

There is a section of a newspaper on a certain floor of the public toilet in the middle section of Pythagorean Alley that reads:

In the 1980s, people said that pop music would ruin the next generation.

In the 1990s, people said that television programs would destroy the next generation.

This century, people say, video games will ruin the next generation.

However, it turns out that nothing can ruin the next generation, except the previous generation.

Lin Chou didn't care whether this angry argument made sense or not, he just felt that the father-son relationship between himself and Father Lin was ruined in this way.

——Dad Lin was born out of Grandpa Lin’s “higher education” method. Lin Chou is really unable to accept it.

Although it doesn't matter if I think about it now, the quarrels and quarrels at that time seemed a bit vaguely warm.

Of course, this is to compare Lin’s father hitting Lin Chou on the head with a horse spoon, hitting Lin Chou on the head with a rolling pin, hitting Lin Chou on the head with a fire stick, and hitting Lin Chou with a giant wooden basin for making fish balls.

Excluding various behaviors such as head-

Various critical strikes will not bring warmth, only bruises or swelling.

Eh?

Ball sacks...

Lin Chou suddenly felt that something was wrong!

The old man always uses a wooden basin to make fish balls, but I seem to always use an iron basin...

At first, Lin Chou thought that Father Lin used the tub out of humanitarianism to shine a bright light——

After all, every time after making fish balls, Father Lin would hit him on the head with a super giant wooden basin as usual. If it were replaced by a super giant iron basin, it is estimated that all the grass growing on Boss Lin's grave would be cultivated into essence by now.

.

Now think about it, this is not humanitarian at all. The difference between a wooden basin and an iron basin is huge!

Lin Chou gritted his teeth,

"It turns out the difference in the sound is that it's waiting for me here..."

When the trio from the Research Institute saw Lin Chou's expressions changing from warm and happy to scary and frightening, they had no idea what was going on. They were so frightened that they trembled and hid aside, not daring to speak.

Even in Mingguang, there seems to be no formal punishment for mentally ill people who hurt others...

Lin Chou finished beating the minced fish vigorously, took out each plump fish ball, and then lowered it into the warm water.

Just the right water temperature will slowly transform the translucent and translucent meat on the surface of the fish balls into a flawless and delicate "shell". The water temperature must not be too high. If it is too high, the fish balls will lose their tender and juicy taste. At this time, the "boil" is just

In order to shape the fish balls.

The fish balls jumped into the water pot one by one, but Lin Chou was not in a hurry.

When a small pot of minced fish is one-third full, the maturity of the inside and outside of the first fish ball is almost the same. The water temperature in the pot is always maintained at about 500, and the fish balls are not completely cooked.

After grabbing all the minced fish, Lin Chou washed his hands.

"Put the fish balls first."

After saying that, he distributed the liver and glutinous rice on the lot to several people.

"It's done, eat this first, then bake it and it will get old."

Pork liver is rough and hard, but has a solid texture and rich flavor, while chicken liver is much more delicate in texture.

Neither of them has as much fat and oil as the famous and expensive foie gras before the catastrophe, so Lin Chou's choice is to cook chicken liver and pork liver and grind them into a puree, then mix them with wild lilies and then wrap them with pork net oil and stuff them.

Blanch it in a barbecue.

Having locked in its own moisture and absorbed the meat juice, the liver dumplings are still relatively moist when they are first taken out of the barbecue. After being grilled again, the surface gradually dehydrates, and the oil tightens and turns into grease, dripping or soaking the liver.

Cover the surface.

In the end, all that was left was a portion of the oily veins, so that each piece of liver glutinous rice looked like braised oily gluten.

Lin Chou smelled the taste and took a sip.

"Sure enough, it doesn't smell like dog liver... Kacha..."

The oval liver lobster has a shell less than half a centimeter thick on the surface, which is slightly hard but brittle enough to break when touched.

The hot and moist content inside bursts open and releases a lot of heat. In addition to the unique aroma of pork liver, there is also a hint of wild lily fragrance.

The cooked liver puree is dense and thick in the mouth, and it feels like ice and snow melting when you sip it on your tongue.

Mixed with diced wild lily, it looks more like onions that have been fried until soft and sugar-colored, but it tastes much crisper than onions.

The three people from the Scientific Research Institute were very interested.

"Hey, this stuff tastes pretty good!"

"It's really delicious. What's the name of this thing? Liver glutinous rice?"

"I heard from Boss Lin that it tastes better when made with dog liver..."

The three of them began to think about Lin Chou's method of not even adding seasoning, and finally came to the conclusion that cooking skills or techniques > seasoning.

Lin Chou smiled brightly and refused to be serious with them.

Xiaoba has already begun to prepare the fish balls and wild eggs in the pot. The poached eggs cooked in sour soup will be delicious. Of course, it will be even better if they are runny.

Baal returned to the boat alone and turned over several packages containing food.

"Hey, Lao Zheng, Xiaoba, have you seen the few kilograms of noodles I brought? I remember taking them on the boat, why are they gone?"

Xiaoba's face was neither red nor white and he said,

"Those three kilograms of noodles hidden in the secret compartment next to the engine last month? I finished them last week!"

Baal: "..."

What the hell are you! A traitor! Just accept your fate!

The two of them instantly became entangled in each other, poking their noses and eyes in every possible way, and the battle was fierce.

Lao Zheng silently opened a small deck on the bow of the ship and took out a few packages of noodles. He said honestly,

"Boss Lin, can you cook the noodles too? This is what we have in stock, two kilograms of thin noodles and four kilograms of thick noodles."

Lin Chou was happy,

"Fishballs and noodles have to be a perfect match, well, they also go with poached eggs!"

Take the fish balls out of the warm water pot and pour them into the cold water, add them to the sour soup, and then add the noodles to the pot.

With the addition of noodles, the consistency of the soup instantly increases and the aroma of wheat comes out.

Lao Zheng held several seasoning packets,

"What about the specialty of our research institute, concentrated soup packets? This one is sardine-garlic flavored, this one is snapper-oyster flavored, this one is pork-shepherd's purse flavored..."

Lin Chou was so frightened that his face changed.

"No, no, thank you, put that thing away!"

He doesn't want a good pot of fish ball noodles in sour soup to taste like instant noodles.

"Do you love instant noodles so much? We in Yanhui Mountain have Kang Shuaibo Braised Beef Noodles left over from before the catastrophe, and Pen Mou is working hard to make spicy beef noodles. If you like it, our store owner's reputation guarantees that,

Absolutely original and genuine before the catastrophe, licensed!"

Lao Zheng: "..."

Of course he has heard of the terrifying instant noodles that come in a pack of 1,000 points.

Except for someone like Shen Daru who was taken advantage of, who the hell would eat it??

After the thick noodles were cooked for a while, Lin Chou put in the thin noodles as well, and then cracked wild eggs.

"Okay, okay, it smells pretty good."

In this situation, even the cheap noodles mass-produced by the scientific research institute will smell much better than Lin Chou's hand-made noodles with loving care.

After all, time, place and stomach capacity are all different.
To be continued...