MTL - A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot-Chapter 334 One hundred thousand times better!

  Chapter 334 One hundred thousand times more delicious!

  Liu Yifei has already brought the plate over and put it by Li Yi's hand.

  Li Yi held the pot, and with a quick sweep, he put the pot-packed meat into the plate.

   "Smells good!"

  Zhao Jinmai jumped happily on the spot.

   This is the taste of the pot-packed meat that she has eaten since she was a child!

   "The tomato smell is so strong."

  Wu Lei sniffed the wafting aroma, couldn't help but turned back and sneezed while covering his nose.

   "Ho!"

  He rubbed his itchy nose: "This smells a bit irritating."

   "This is the case with pot-packed meat. When it is just out of the pot, the taste is quite strong."

  Zhao Jinmai explained with a smile, took the chopsticks, and handed a pair to Liu Yifei: "Sister Yifei, try it, this one is very delicious."

  Wu Lei heard the words and asked with a smile, "You know it's delicious before you eat it?"

   "You can tell it by smelling it!"

  Zhao Jinmai laughed and said: "Besides, is there any dish that Brother Yi cooks that is not delicious?"

   As she spoke, she couldn't help stretching out her chopsticks: "I'll get the flavor for you first!"

  The tip of the chopsticks caught a piece of meat. Under the squeeze of the chopsticks, the meat was stained with the sauce, and the crispy shell that started to soften slightly made a slight rustling sound.

   That is the sound of the air chamber formed by the small air bubbles inside the crisp shell being crushed.

  Hearing this sound and feeling the crispy texture from the chopsticks, Zhao Jinmai already knew that the taste of this pot of meat was incomparable.

   Without hesitation, she picked up the pot of meat, put it to her mouth and blew it, and took a bite.

   Sand~!

  The teeth fell, and a rustling sound that was clearer than the previous sound burst out between her teeth and was transmitted to the brain through bone conduction.

   It's like crushing a layer of fine, syrup-blown foam with your teeth, and forming a thin shell after cooling.

   Under the cover of the sauce, the outer layer of the crispy shell has begun to become soft.

  Following, the sour taste stimulated by the white vinegar immediately overwhelmed the taste buds, shocking Zhao Jinmai.

  The rising aroma of vinegar also stimulated the olfactory nerves in the nasal cavity along with her breathing.

  The smell of vinegar made her want to sneeze, but this is the charm of pot-packed meat.

   After the vinegar aroma is released, the tomato flavor and sugar sweetness follow, occupying Zhao Jinmai's taste experience.

  It is like the soup made from marinated tomatoes mixed with sugar. It has been concentrated countless times, hanging on the meat slices, softening the outer crispy shell, and soaking through the tiny pores inside.

  But when the teeth break through the slightly softened thin shell and cut to the inside, you can still feel the crispy texture of the inner layer of the crispy shell.

The thin crispy shell did not stop the teeth for too long. After the teeth cut into the outer crispy shell, the tender meat slices inside were squeezed, releasing a slightly salty gravy and a strong smell .

   Chewing lightly, Zhao Jinmai has already narrowed his eyes, with a look of happiness on his face.

   This is the taste!

too delicious!

   Seeing her enjoyment, Liu Yifei couldn't help swallowing.

   Then he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece.

   Bite down in one bite.

   Sand~!

  The wonderful taste, the sweet and sour taste made her fall in love instantly.

"Delicious!"

  She covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"right?"

  Zhao Jinmai looked at her, eating pot-packed meat with a silly smile on his face: "It's so delicious, I can eat it as a meal!"

   No girl can resist the charm of sweet and sour taste.

   "I'll take a slice too!"

  Wu Lei watched from the side as they ate with enjoyment. He also took the chopsticks, picked up a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.

   One bite, he closed his eyes and savored carefully.

"How about it?"

   Both Zhao Jinmai and Liu Yifei looked at him, waiting for his answer.

  Wu Lei opened his eyes and said seriously: "It tastes a bit like fried chicken cutlets covered in tomato sauce, but it's 100,000 times more delicious!"

"Ha ha!"

  Zhao Jinmai was amused by his description: "Chicken fried chicken cutlets are not as good as meat in a pot."

   While talking and joking, there was a burst of chatter and laughter outside the restaurant.

   Soon, Huang Xiaoming accompanied the group of six from Ivory Mountain into the yard.

   "You guys are so awesome, you can actually hold a show in the Forbidden City."

   "This place can catch fire, you guys are amazing!"

   "Oh, I'm going! This place is not bad! I'm here for this place!"

   "This is where the imperial dining room used to be, right? We can also experience the emperor's treatment once again."

   "Looking at the rows of palaces, it's exciting to look at, it's amazing!"

   "In this place, even if you eat a bowl of instant noodles, you can blow it for three days when you go back!"

   While talking, a few of them entered the restaurant.

   Seeing the antique decoration in the restaurant, they praised it again.

   But boasting, they will smell it.

   "Eh? Is this a pot of meat?"

   "Tomato mouth? Pork-wrapped meat from Liao Province? Why don't you fry Halbing?"

   "I can also cook pot-packed meat, they have all eaten it."

   "I'll take a look, I've been hungry all day, I can't stand the smell!"

   As they spoke, several of them came to the back kitchen one after another.

  As soon as it enters the back kitchen, the taste of tomato pot wrapped meat becomes stronger.

   "Hey! That's the smell!"

   Tang Jianjun wandered to the stove and saw the plate in front of Liu Yifei and the others.

   "Eh? This dish is cooked, it looks pretty straight?"

  He looked around and said something with a smile.

   "The taste is also good!"

  Zhao Jinmai said with a smile: "Brother Yi's pot of meat is definitely no worse than those of our old restaurants in Fengtianfu."

   "I take the taste."

  Tang Jianjun was not too polite, he took the chopsticks and grabbed the plate: "I'm so hungry today, my chest is sticking to my back! Really."

   As he spoke, he picked up a piece of Guobaorou and put it into his mouth.

"Um!"

   While chewing, he slapped his thigh vigorously, and immediately gave Li Yi a thumbs up: "You are the absolute boss!"

  Hearing what he said, the rest of the people also gathered together and took chopsticks one by one. You one piece, I took one piece to clean up the pot of meat on the plate.

   Huang Xiaoming also took the chopsticks and waited behind.

  But after they were finished, he realized that the plate was empty.

  Li Yi fried nine slices of meat, Liu Yifei and the others ate one slice each, and there were only six slices left, which happened to be one piece for each of their Ivory Mountain group of six.

  Huang Xiaoming looked at Li Yi eagerly.

  Seeing this, Li Yi smiled and spread his hands: "Don't look at me, I didn't fish for food."

   "Ouch me!"

  Wen Song took a mouthful of meat wrapped in a pot, and nodded after eating: "This dish is really authentic!"

   "If you don't poke it, the taste is pretty good."

  Yang Shulin chewed the pot-packed meat and sighed: "I didn't expect to eat such authentic pot-packed meat in the capital."

   "Forget about the capital, we are in the palace!"

  Tian Wa pointed to the roof, and said with a smile, "This is also the emperor's treatment."

   "This dish is fried, just like the restaurant in front of my house."

   Zhou Yunpeng laughed: "My son absolutely loves it."

   "Eh? Who are you taking advantage of?"

   The other people were immediately unhappy: "We just finished talking about delicious food, and you say that your son likes it, who should we blame?"

   "Haha, no, my son really likes to eat pot-packed meat."

   Zhou Yunpeng couldn't argue with a hundred words.

   "I don't like to eat."

  Wang Xiaoli smacked his lips, pretending to be calm: "My hometown is full of old-fashioned pot-wrapped meat, no tomato sauce."

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