20demayo Chapter 57 Spicy Crayfish, Delicious Without a Thumbs Up!
Chapter 57 Spicy Crayfish, Delicious Without a Thumbs Up!
Chapter 57 Spicy Crayfish, Delicious Without a Thumbs Up! (Have you tried it, brothers? Read at your own risk late at night!)
Only the little Sizi poked its head out from behind Li Lizhi.
Although she shrank back in fright at the waving pincers, her large, black, grape-like eyes showed more curiosity than fear.
"Brother, is this dinner for tonight?"
The little girl sniffed. "But they look—so fierce!"
"The fierce are the flesh tight."
Su Mu tossed the prepared shrimp into the water. "You guys, stop standing there talking without understanding the situation. If you don't want to eat, leave now. Once the smell starts to develop, you won't be able to leave."
Li Lizhi took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the chill in her heart, and steadied herself by holding onto the door frame: "Su Mu, I admit your cooking skills are superb, but this—this insect, I absolutely will not eat it! Even if I starve to death, I will jump off the city wall rather than touch it!"
Fang Qingjun nodded frantically, her face turning pale: "Me too! Just looking at this thing gives me nightmares!"
Su Mu ignored them and continued to drain the water from the cleaned shrimp.
Remove from heat!
This time, Su Mu was no pushover.
Half a can of rapeseed oil was poured into the cast iron pot. The flames in the stove licked the bottom of the pot, and the oil quickly rippled and started to smoke.
Su Mu turned around and grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers from the bamboo basket next to him.
That's real devilishly spicy, so red it's almost black, it makes your scalp tingle just looking at it.
He also grabbed a handful of Sichuan peppercorns, dozens of garlic cloves, and a large piece of crushed ginger.
"Sizzle—!"
Add the seasonings to the pot.
This sound was more violent than ever before!
A plume of extremely pungent and acrid white smoke, yet carrying a strange fragrance, rose instantly and forcefully swept into every corner of the courtyard.
"Cough cough cough!"
Li Yuan choked on the smell and sneezed three times, tears welling in his eyes. But the old man, coughing, still leaned forward, exclaiming, "This smell—it's strong! It's potent!"
Li Lizhi and Fang Qingjun covered their mouths and noses and hid upwind, their eyes red from the smoke.
"Add the shrimp!"
With a low shout, Su Mu poured the large basin of drained crayfish into the pot.
Whoosh!
Oil splattered everywhere!
The high temperature instantly locked in the shrimp shells, and the originally dark red shells turned into a bright and tempting red color at a speed visible to the naked eye under the stimulation of hot oil.
The large iron shovel flew about, and with each flip, the shrimp shells collided with the sides of the pot, making a crisp sound.
Su Mu didn't stop, pulling a black ceramic jar from under the cutting board. This was craft beer provided by the system, an absolute game-changer in this era!
Break the seal with a tap.
A rich aroma of roasted malt mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted out.
"What kind of wine is this?"
Li Yuan, with his sharpest nose, had been rubbing his eyes just moments before, but now his eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells. "It doesn't smell like Sanlejiang, nor like Shaochun; it has a... burnt grain smell?"
"This is called beer, it's a cure for all kinds of indigestion."
Su Mu tilted his wrist, and half a jar of wine was poured into the pot.
boom!
A burst of white foam rose from the pot, and the aroma of the wine exploded instantly upon contact with the heat!
What was originally just simple spiciness and oiliness underwent a qualitative change at this moment.
The aroma of alcohol carried away the fishy smell and enhanced the umami flavor. That complex, alluring fragrance, like tangible tentacles, penetrated into the nasal cavity and lungs of everyone present.
Glug!
I don't know who swallowed first.
In the silence, the sound was exceptionally clear.
Li Lizhi slowly lowered her hand from her mouth, her eyes fixed on the churning red waves in the pot.
The fear of the "insects" I felt earlier was actually lessened by the overpowering aroma in that instant.
"Cover it up, it's stuffy!"
Su Mu slammed the wooden pot lid shut.
But that couldn't stop the aroma at all.
White steam billowed out from the gaps in the pot lid, carrying an intoxicatingly spicy aroma, and swept over the low courtyard wall, spreading in all directions.
The front courtyard, the main hall of the imperial kitchen.
Liu Fengyu was directing several head eunuchs to plate His Majesty's dinner.
Tonight's dish is steamed sea bass, all about freshness.
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Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the backyard.
Liu Fengyu sniffed twice, and the silver chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"What...what does this taste like?"
The young eunuch chopping vegetables nearby nearly cut his finger, his hand trembling. His eyes darted towards the backyard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "M--my lord, it looks like--chili peppers? And meat? No, it smells so good!"
This aroma is too overpowering.
It was like an unreasonable bandit, kicking open the door of the Imperial Kitchen and trampling all the delicate and elegant flavors of steamed and boiled dishes under its feet!
The faint smell of mutton and sauce that had been permeating the entire Shangshiju restaurant vanished instantly.
All that remained in everyone's nose and mind was that irresistible, spicy, and savory aroma!
Looking at the meticulously prepared steamed sea bass on the table, Liu Fengyu suddenly felt that the dish was tasteless and even a bit like eating wax.
"What a tragedy!"
Liu Fengyu clutched his chest, his face filled with despair. "What is that guy up to now? How are we supposed to live?!"
backyard.
The pot lid was lifted.
The broth had thickened, and the glistening red oil coated every curled shrimp. The garlic cloves were stewed until soft and tender, the chili peppers were oily, and the peppercorns were hidden between the shrimp claws.
Su Mu took a large, deep porcelain plate, which was not much smaller than a washbasin, and filled it with soup and shrimp.
He placed it on the rough wooden table in the middle of the yard, which he had also nailed himself.
"Let's get started!"
Su Mu didn't use chopsticks; he simply reached out and grabbed one.
Even though his fingers were slightly red from the burn, he didn't care. He pinched the shrimp tail with two fingers, gently bent it, and pushed it upwards.
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The bright red shrimp meat popped out of the shell, bouncy and firm, still dripping with red oil.
Put it in your mouth.
"Um--
Su Mu closed his eyes, a satisfied look on his face. "This is what a midnight snack should be like."
Little Sizi couldn't hold back any longer.
Forget about insects, with such a delicious aroma, even a tiger could take a bite!
She tiptoed over the edge of the table and reached out her chubby little hand to grab it.
"hot!"
Su Mu, quick as a flash, picked out a slightly cooler one for her and even took off the two large pincers, saying, "Eat the body."
The little ox clumsily bit into the shrimp's head, mimicking Su Mu's actions.
Slurp!
I sucked the packet of broth, butter, and spice essence straight into my mouth.
"Wow!!!"
The little girl was startled by the spiciness, her face instantly turning bright red, and her eyes filled with tears.
Li Lizhi was startled and was about to step forward to stop him, saying, "Sizi! Spit it out! It's too spicy!"
"No—I won't vomit!"
Little Sizi, panting, quickly chewed the shrimp meat in her mouth. "So spicy—but—but so delicious! Sister! This meat can dance!"
At this moment, Li Yuan no longer cared about the dignity of his ancestors.
He didn't need anyone to teach him; he picked up a shrimp on his own and snapped the shell open with a crack.
"This flavor—is amazing!"
The old man sucked the red oil off his fingers, his face flushed, beads of sweat trickling down his wrinkled forehead. "That's good! This is what a man should eat! Those soggy steamed buns are nothing!"
Li Lizhi and Fang Qingjun stood aside, watching the old man and the young man eat with their mouths full of oil, even sucking on their fingers.
The spicy aroma wafted into my nose, making my stomach churn.
"Is it really that delicious?"
Fang Qingjun swallowed hard, her voice a little weak.
"Those are bugs—"
Li Lizhi was still making a last-ditch effort, but her eyes were already glued to the plate of bright red stuff and she couldn't take them off.
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