Chapter 721 Nezha Lotus Root

However, even though she was grinning while eating, Otsutsuki Momoshi had no intention of spitting out the peeing beef balls. Instead, accompanied by hissing and gasping sounds, Otsutsuki Momoshi's eyes bloomed with gleams of light. !

“It’s so delicious, so good!”

"It's truly the best in the world!"

“The whole pissed beef ball tastes delicious, chewy and juicy, it’s simply incomparable!!”

After eating so many meat dishes, even the Otsutsuki Momoshiki felt a bit boring and I wanted to find some vegetarian dishes.

But he searched the entire cafeteria on the second floor and only found some mushrooms and no other vegetarian dishes.

Seeing this, Shiro, who had been secretly monitoring Otsutsuki Momoshiki, walked up and asked kindly:

"Guest, how can I help you?"

Otsutsuki Momoshiki raised an eyebrow, "Why are there no vegetarian dishes here?"

"Guest, I'm really sorry, because there have been too many ingredients recently and the supply of vegetarian dishes is insufficient. Now most of them can only be provided on the first floor."

"That's it!" Otsutsuki Momoshi touched her smooth chin with one hand and said, "In that case, I'll go down and take a look."

"Okay, please come with me, guest!"

Bai said and led Otsutsuki Momoshiki down.

Looking at Bai Grace's back and the curves that the skirt couldn't hide, for some reason, Otsutsuki Momoshiki actually felt something hot in her heart.

"This must be an illusion!"

Otsutsuki Momoshi shook her head vigorously to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts in her mind, but she couldn't get rid of Shiro's moving curves in her mind.

Feeling the fiery gaze behind him, Bai's body suddenly stiffened, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Fortunately, this was not the first time. A tired smile appeared on Shiro's face, and he led Otsutsuki Momoshiki to a seat and sat down.

Otsutsuki Momoshi casually looked through the Man-Han banquet menu and picked out a vegetarian dish.

Nezha lotus root.

This is a partial name for the Manchu-Han banquet. Due to its nutritional value, lotus root has always been a delicacy for the royal court. However, in the Qing Dynasty, because the rulers disliked the meaning behind the name Nezha, it had the meaning of rebelling against the current court. So the word Nezha was cancelled.

"Bring me some Nezha lotus root." Otsutsuki Momoshiki said.

"Okay, guest, please wait a moment!" A smile appeared on Bai's face.

Then, under the reluctant gaze of Otsutsuki Momoshiki, Bai fled as fast as he could, heading straight to the kitchen as if he was in a panic.

Bai Zhen is afraid that if he continues to stay there, something bad will happen!

Unfortunately, Otsutsuki Momoshiki also has the power to do whatever he wants!

After receiving the menu handed over by Bai, Yang Ming nodded and started cooking again.

Yang Ming took out the lotus root. The shape of the lotus root is very unique, in the shape of a branch. A long lotus root has six or seven nodes, and a short one has three or four nodes. The middle lotus root is thick and round, and the edge ones are thin and long, like On the baby's chubby arms, there are dark brown lotus joints between the lotus roots, and there are pointed buds growing on the lotus joints.

When taking out the lotus roots, be sure to avoid getting pricked by the sharp thorns on the lotus roots.

Yang Ming took out a sharp dragon-slaying knife, and with his advanced knife skills, he peeled off the skin of the lotus root with a few strokes, and then he could see the white, juicy flesh under the skin.

When Yang Ming looked at it again, he found that there were some small holes in the lotus roots, like honeycombs, firecracker launch holes, and petals.

If you look carefully, you will find that when the lotus roots are separated, there are some threads connected to the lotus roots. These small threads are like the threads spun by Spider-Man in the movie, and also like the beards of some older people.

The lotus roots are broken and the threads are connected, that's what it says.

After Yang Ming peels the skin, he will see that the rhizome of the lotus root is thick, the flesh is tender, and it is white and flawless.

Lotus root is as white as snow. If it is put into soup, it will not melt for a long time. It will be smooth and soft in the mouth, tender, sweet and crisp, and full of fragrance.

But this time, Yang Ming cooked lotus root.

When handling lotus roots, one thing is very important to note. When eating lotus roots, you should choose ones with a yellowish-brown skin and thick and white flesh. If they are black and smelly, they should not be eaten.

Yang Ming selected the fresh lotus roots picked today, peeled them, washed them in cold water, and picked off the broken parts.

After filtering twice, Yang Ming used the sharp dragon-slaying knife with ease like a great master. With the sound of slicing, the thin lotus root slices were neatly placed in place. It looked like It's as if it hasn't been cut open and is still a complete individual.

Yang Ming put the lotus root slices into the basket and began to heat the red iron pot.

When dark red patterns spread under the black pot, which was as black as charcoal, Yang Ming poured the oil along the edge of the black pot, then used a shovel to spread the oil, leaving a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pot.

At this point, the hot red bottom of the pot quickly heats up the oil, and a light aroma of oil fills the air.

Taking advantage of this short interval, Yang Ming quickly crushed the garlic, washed, peeled and flattened the ginger, and then poured them into the pot together.

Zhila!

Crackling!

Since they still have a little moisture on their bodies, as soon as they enter the red-hot black pot, a fierce conflict breaks out like sparks hitting the earth.

You can also see that the minced garlic at the bottom of the pot keeps jumping up and down, and it has been stained with a yellowish halo in just a few moments.

What followed was a strong aroma of garlic mixed with the smell of ginger, turning into a line of light smoke.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Yang Ming picked up the basket containing lotus roots with one hand and quickly poured it into the pot.

Bang! Bang!

Now, when the lotus roots with more water content were put into the pot, it was as if the pot was going to explode, and there was a burst of crispy sounds like beans being thrown.

Yang Ming grabbed the handle of the pot with one hand and a spatula with the other, and quickly started stir-frying.

The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the lotus roots on the pot kept rolling.

After stir-frying several times, Yang Ming poured a bowl of water into it, then covered the pot and waited for it to simmer.

After a few minutes, a stream of steaming heat came out from inside, and the lid of the pot kept lifting. Thick white smoke escaped from the gap, carrying the fragrance of lotus roots mixed with garlic, and filled the surroundings.

Yang Ming lifted the lid of the pot, poured a handful of salt into it, stir-fried for a while, and then extracted the lotus roots and poured them onto the plate.

I saw the lotus root sitting quietly on the lotus root. The bright white color seemed to glow, which looked very eye-catching. Along with the steaming heat, a fragrance filled the air.

At the same time, with the remaining lotus roots, Yang Ming did not waste it idlely. Instead, the tip of the knife was flying, one stroke after another, with an unpredictable charm, and he carved the remaining lotus roots into a three-inch child with feet stepping on wind and fire. Wheel, handsome and handsome.