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Feng Gui will leave tomorrow. Du Heng was seriously injured today. Xuan Yu cooked all the dishes for dinner under Du Heng's instruction. Jing Nan and the others were wondering why the dishes always tasted wrong even though Du Heng was there to guide them and Xuan Yu was very diligent.
Take the wine-flavored golden flower dish that they often eat these days. The color of this dish cooked by Du Heng is dark green, and the more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes. The color of Xuan Yu's stir-fry is not much different, but the taste is wrong. It feels like eating wild grass, and there is no fragrance when chewing it.
There is also this mushroom and egg soup. It uses the same mushrooms and the same eggs, but the taste is inexplicably bland. It doesn't have the fresh, tender and smooth feeling of the one cooked by Du Heng.
Jing Nan was a little disgusted: "Xiao Yu is also a hardworking person, why does it taste wrong?"
Xuan Yu said calmly: "Why don't you try it?"
Jing Nan bared his teeth and said, "You dare to eat what I made? I'm happy to do so. Ask Feng Gui and the others if they're happy with it."
Feng Gui frowned as he drank the soup: "Forget it. The food that Lao Nan cooked is either bitter or astringent. Who can stand the way he cooks with his alchemy skills? Since I'm leaving tomorrow, please let me go."
Xiaoxiao and Wen Qiong thought that the dishes made by Xuanyu tasted very good, especially Xiaoxiao. He drank the soup happily and chattered for a while.
Du Heng didn't understand what Xiaoxiao meant, so Xuan Yu helped translate it: "Xiaoxiao said that the dishes I cook now are very similar to yours. If it's inconvenient for you in the future, I can also cook. He thinks my cooking is delicious."
Du Heng smiled and encouraged Xuan Yu: "I also think Xuan Yu's cooking is delicious."
Xuan Yu couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. Jing Nan approached Feng Gui with a sly look on his face: "Do you think Xiao Yu has a peachy look on her face today?"
Feng Gui glanced at Xuan Yu and said, "Isn't his face always like that? Oh, it's tasteless. Lao Nan, would you like some chili?"
Jing Nan was irritable: "Go away, I'm so annoyed with you."
After dinner it was Du Heng's time to rest. Normally he would meditate for a while and then take a bath or something like that. Today he was going to cook the base ingredients with Xuan Yu in the kitchen.
The wooden basin was filled with half a basin of dried chili peppers. These small chili peppers were only four inches long, like small cones, with a bright red color, and looked tough. There were two other types of chili peppers soaking beside the pool. One was thin and long, with one chili pepper being one foot long. The other was about ten inches long and dark red in color. The chili peppers were soaked for an incense stick before being used to make the pot base, so that the base would not easily get on the fire. When Du Heng first made hot pot ingredients, he only had one type of chili pepper. This time he bought a few more, so he tried adding the other two types.
In addition to the peppers that need to be soaked, there are also dried peppers cut into one-inch long segments. However, compared with the peppers soaked in the basin, the number of dried peppers is not as much as the peppercorns next to them.
While waiting for the peppers to be soaked, Xuan Yu was not idle either. He was cutting ginger and onions. This time, the ingredients were sufficient, and Du Heng added a lot of things. There was half a basket of madder and chopped green onions alone. The various ingredients added up to three large wooden basins. If it weren't for the large pot at home, one pot would not be enough to cook them all.
The pot was boiling butter. The fat of Kui cattle was white. After washing it, it was boiled for a while in the same way as lard. The butter slowly seeped out of the fat. Now there was more than half a pot of butter in the pot, and the fried oil residue floated on the oil.
Du Heng scanned the area with his spiritual sense, then he limped to the stove and grabbed the colander: "I've fished out the oil residue."
Xuan Yu said worriedly, "Why did you get up? Sit down, I'll do it."
Du Heng explained as he picked up the oil residue: "My bones are a little itchy. I can't sit still. I'll feel better if I stand up and walk around."
I have experienced a lot of broken bones during this period. When the wound is about to heal, I will feel a tingling sensation. It would be fine if I fell asleep normally, but today I was awake and felt very exhausted.
The bright yellow butter was emitting heat in the pot. Du Heng looked into the pot and said, "Once the temperature of the butter drops a little, we can start frying the peppers."
Xuan Yu took out the copper mortar and pestle that he had used to pound peanuts and sesame seeds, and Du Heng picked up the peppers soaked in water. The water that had been used to soak the peppers had turned slightly red, and the peppers had become wet.
After draining the excess water, Xuan Yu poured the three kinds of peppers into the copper mortar and pestle. In the kitchen, the sound of Xuan Yu smashing the peppers with the copper pestle could be heard. Du Heng smelled the spicy smell and exclaimed: "The base sauce this time must taste very good. It smells spicy."
Xuan Yu chuckled and said, "Isn't this what Feng Gui wants the most?"
Soon, the peppers were turned into two large basins of chopped peppers. They were bright red, and the peppercorns inside were all dyed red. The peppers were piled up in the basin like a small mountain, domineeringly announcing their existence, and the other basin was filled with more than half a basin of peppercorns. The two ingredients seemed to be competing with each other, emitting a choking smell.
Before the food was even put into the pot, Du Heng burst into tears: "It's so spicy!"
Xuan Yu drew a symbol on Du Heng's body, and Du Heng suddenly felt the air became fresher, and the choking chili and pepper could no longer affect him at all.
At this time, the temperature in the butter pan had dropped. Du Heng turned down the flame and looked at Xuan Yu: "You can start frying now."
Xuan Yu pushed the prepared onions into the pot, and the pot immediately started to boil, with a crackling sound. Du Heng stood by the pot and watched the onions and madder slowly shrivel up. He explained, "These things are just to add fragrance to the oil. We will have to take them out when they are almost fried."
Xuan Yu nodded: "Yeah, okay."
Seeing Du Heng still standing by the pot, Xuan Yu said worriedly: "It's better for you to sit on a chair. If you get tired while your bones are healing, it will be harder to get better."
Du Heng could only turn around and sit on the chair obediently. He leaned back and looked at Xuan Yu's back. Xuan Yu's long hair fell to his knees like a waterfall. He was a grown man, but his hair was so black and beautiful. If this hair quality was in his hometown, I don't know how many men and women would shed tears of envy and jealousy.
When the madder and onions were fried to golden brown, Xuan Yu took them out of the pan. Xuan Yu turned to look at Du Heng: "Can we add the chili?"
Du Heng nodded: "Well, you can add the pepper now. Be careful when adding the pepper. Don't let the pepper splash into your eyes, and don't let the oil burn you."
Xuan Yu smiled slightly, and he turned around and put the crushed peppers and the wooden basin on the stove. The spiritual energy in the basin flashed, and the peppers jumped into the pot one after another as if they had consciousness.
The oil in the pan made a relatively loud noise at the beginning, but as more and more peppers were added, the noise gradually became smaller.
Du Heng reminded Xuan Yu, "The fire should be higher. But not too high, or the peppers will get burnt. Just medium heat will do."
Xuan Yu reached out and turned up the fire in the stove. The peppers in the pot made a slight crackling sound. The peppers that were soaked in water were stimulated by the oil temperature and floated on the oil pan, forming a layer. At a glance, all the red pepper skins were red.
The spiciness in the courtyard must have reached its peak because Du Heng heard Jing Nan's roar: "Ahhh! It's so spicy! Xuanyu, fix your formation! It's choking me!"
Du Heng and Xuan Yu smiled at each other, and they ignored Jing Nan's shouting. As for the chili sauce, the stronger the flavor, the better!
After a while, the peppers are almost done, and now it’s time to add the soul of the whole pot, which is the spices prepared by Du Heng.
Many people say that the soul of spicy hot pot is chili peppers, but Du Heng doesn't think so. He admits that there are many kinds of chili peppers, and the levels of spiciness are also different, but spiciness is actually a sense of pain rather than taste. When you eat the hot pot base, it should be spicy, fresh and fragrant. If there is no other spices to set off and embellish it, and only the spiciness is left, what is the difference between that and eating chili peppers directly?
Xuan Yu took a large bowl with dozens of spices in it. Some of the spices even Xuan Yu couldn't name. They lay in the bowl in all colors and were soaked in liquor. He could smell their fragrance and liquor even when he held the bowl.
A bowl of spices was put into the pot, and the pot immediately exploded again. At this time, the colander could no longer be used to stir-fry the base ingredients, so Xuan Yu used a spatula instead. After turning the bottom of the pot a little, Xuan Yu turned around and said to Du Heng: "It seems that there are a lot of peppers at the bottom of the pot."
Du Heng smiled and said, "Now we need to stir-fry. Sorry to bother you, Xiaoyu. Oh, don't forget to add the ginger."
Xuan Yu nodded, he turned around and poured the chopped ginger beside the sink into the pot and started stir-frying. This was a process that was not very friendly to people who could not eat spicy food.
Jing Nan's wailing voice rang out: "It never ends! Can't I sleep?"
Du Heng burst out laughing: "Feng Gui and Xiao Xiao have no objection, but Jing Nan is yelling so fiercely, can't he also draw a formation like this on his body?"
Xuan Yu said as he stirred the base ingredients, "It really won't work. Jing Nan has a very good sense of smell. And his cultivation is high, so most of the formations will be ineffective against him. Unless he is not in the village tonight or goes underground, he will fall asleep tonight smelling the scent of chili peppers."
Du Heng couldn't help but shed a handful of tears for Jing Nan. It was so miserable. Fortunately, his cultivation was not high, and Xuan Yu's formation could still cover him. Otherwise, if he had to fall asleep tonight with the smell of hot pot soup base, he would also go crazy.
At this time, the fire at the bottom of the pot cannot be too high. It needs to be simmered slowly and stirred carefully over low heat so that the flavor of spices and chili can come out. The base material mixed with butter and chili is rotated in the pot driven by a spoon. At this time, if you scoop up a spoon at random, you can see the dense chili rolling up and down in the spoon.
The whole process will last for two cups of tea. During this process, Xuan Yu cannot be distracted, even if the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes turn red.
After two cups of tea, the butter in the pot had been dyed red by the chili peppers, and the whole pot was bright red. Xuan Yu asked, "What else do you want to add now?"
At this time, most of the ingredients prepared by Du Heng were put into the pot, and only dried chilies, dried peppers, and fermented rice wine were left next to the sink.
Du Heng said: "Add dried chili peppers first. Don't fry them for too long. This is to increase the spiciness. Feng Gui likes spicy food, so add some more spiciness."
The dried chilies became shiny after being put into the oil pan. After a little stir-fry, Du Heng reminded: "It's time to add the Sichuan peppercorns."
As soon as the peppercorns were put into the pot, a numbing and crispy smell mixed with the fragrance spread throughout the village.
Jing Nan was wailing again: "I won't live anymore! Feng belongs to you!"
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Du Heng almost died of laughter, it was too embarrassing for Jing Nan. Just as he and Xuan Yu were trying to hold back their laughter, the courtyard door opened, and Feng Gui came in with his hands in his pockets, and Xiao Xiao was jumping around beside him.
Du Heng smiled: "It's not cooked yet."
Feng Gui sighed, "Jing Nan has been screaming, and my brain is hurting from being fried. How long will it take to finish?"
Du Heng stretched out his hands to catch Xiaoxiao who flew towards him. He touched Xiaoxiao's fur contentedly and estimated, "It's almost done. Add the fermented rice wine and adjust the taste. Finally, add a spoonful of white wine and it will be done."
Feng Gui sat down next to Du Heng. He looked at Xuan Yu who was frying the ingredients and said, "Xiao Yu, can you do this? This is the base ingredient I want to take away. You can't mess it up. If it doesn't taste good, I'll take it back and return it to you."
Xuan Yu was pouring the fermented rice into the pot, and the pure white fermented rice disappeared after entering the pot. Xuan Yu sensitively captured the unique warmth of the fermented rice that diluted the overbearing spicy smell, and he added the salt and rock sugar that Du Heng scooped out for seasoning into the pot.
After half a cup of tea, Xuan Yu finally responded to Feng Gui directly: "If you can do it, come on. If you can't, don't bother."
Feng Gui blinked: "Xiaoyu, you have changed. You used to be very easy to talk to."
Xiaoxiao laughed and raised his head to chirp at Du Heng for a while. Du Heng was not good at bird language and could not understand what Xiaoxiao meant, but he guessed from Xiaoxiao's expression that Xiaoxiao might be asking for something.
Xuan Yu said, "Xiaoxiao said that he also wanted to eat brains. He asked you if you could give him a bite when you make brains for him later. Last time, my uncle took a big bite of the brains from the black beast, and he didn't get enough."
Who could refuse Xiaoxiao's words? Du Heng made the decision on the spot: "Eat! Eat two! Both are yours!"
Feng Gui sighed, "What a sin! How could I raise such a thing? It's not good at anything except eating. Feng Lin, if you put half the effort you put into studying, you wouldn't end up like this."
Just as the uncle and nephew were about to quarrel again, a loud crackling sound interrupted their eye contact. Looking up, it turned out that Xuan Yu suddenly poured two large spoonfuls of white wine into the hot pot base.
The white wine created a huge sound in the pot, and a layer of fine bubbles floated on the surface of the base material, making a sound as if welcoming the addition of the white wine.
At this point, the base is ready. Xuan Yu took out the wooden food box that he had prepared long ago. The food box had several layers. When he opened it, he saw nine layers of molds inside. The mold was three feet long and wide, but only eight inches thick.
Xuan Yu took a spoon and scooped the hot sauce into the mold. He only scooped six inches and stopped. This way the sauce wouldn't overflow from the mold after solidifying. He watched Du Heng make the sauce last time. This time he was very familiar with the process and didn't need Du Heng to nag him.
This time, a lot of base ingredients were made. The nine-layer mold in the food box was filled up, and there was still a small pot of base ingredients left in the pot. Xuan Yu lifted the food box and placed it on the eaves of the corridor. Feng Gui asked in confusion, "Why is it placed outside?"
Du Heng explained: "We use butter to stir-fry the base. The temperature outside is not high right now, so it will solidify by tomorrow morning."
After a pause, Du Heng said, "The mold is big this time. I'll cut it for you tomorrow morning. One layer of the mold can be divided into nine pieces of base. If you want to eat hot pot, take out a piece and boil it with water. A box of base may last you until the end of the year. If you finish it halfway, you can send someone back to tell me, and you can take it away after I make it. But I still have to tell you that you like to eat meat and spicy food, which is easy to get angry. It's better to pair it with some vegetarian dishes..."
Feng Gui looked at Du Heng deeply, with an inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes. Du Heng was frightened by his gaze, and he stopped talking, but Feng Gui said, "Why did you stop? Keep talking."
Xuan Yu walked back from the corridor and said to Du Heng, "I'll put the remaining base material into the mold you made earlier. It should be able to hold it."
Du Heng smiled and said, "Okay, okay." Xuan Yu is indeed considerate, they have such a tacit understanding!
Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "Leave a spoonful of the base in there and cook pig brain for Xiaoxiao and the others later."
Xuan Yu was walking out with the food box that Du Heng had put the base ingredients in. He looked at Feng Gui deeply and said, "Want to eat pig brains? Go chop the pig brains in the refrigerator yourself." Feng Gui glared at Xuan Yu. Just when Du Heng thought he was going to refuse, Feng Gui actually walked towards the refrigerator with a hum: "Xiao Yu, you have changed. You used to be so easy to talk to."
A lot of base ingredients were made this time. Du Heng felt that after Feng Gui left, the remaining people might not be able to finish all the base ingredients in a year. Looking at Xuan Yu adding water to the pot, Du Heng said gratefully: "Thank you for your hard work, Xuan Yu."
Xuan Yu turned his head, his nose and eyes were slightly red, it was obvious that he was spicy from the hot pot. Xuan Yu said seriously: "It's not hard."
After a while, Feng Gui came out with a big bowl. There were three big pig brains in the bowl. The bowl was full and almost overflowed from the pot. Du Heng was shocked: "Feng Gui, you took so many pig brains? Can you finish them?"
Feng Gui was very calm: "If you can't finish it, I'll pack it up."
The pig brain was pink and white, with a warm glow on it. Only the freshest pig brains had this color. When the four pig brains were immersed in the pot, Du Heng couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It looked so appetizing, didn't it?
The spicy smell in the courtyard was strong. Du Heng felt that the formation that Xuan Yu had drawn on him was slowly losing its effect. Otherwise, how could he smell the smell outside the courtyard? However, by this time, he had already adapted to the spiciness.
Xiaoxiao jumped onto the stove again. He looked into the pot, then looked up and chirped at Du Heng twice.
Xuan Yu translated: "Xiaoxiao said that he also wanted to eat shrimp. Can the shrimp be put in and cooked?"
Du Heng smiled: "You can put anything in the hot pot base! Not to mention the prawns, you can put anything you want to eat in the refrigerator!"
Du Heng gave Xiaoxiao a privilege. He handed her a big bowl and said, "Go to the refrigerator and put whatever you want to eat in the bowl. We will put it in the pot and cook it together later."
Xiaoxiao flapped her wings and hummed a song as she ran towards the refrigerator. Fenggui stretched out her hand to Du Heng: "Where's my bowl?"
Du Heng knew he shouldn't have believed Feng Gui and the others' words, saying that they would just eat a pig brain and go back to sleep. It turned out to be all lies! This uncle and nephew were both more pretentious than each other. Look at what they had piled in their bowls? Meatballs and fish balls as the base, braised meat and eggs were never too much, bamboo shoots and prawns filled the gaps, and even the tofu he made was put in the bowl.
This is clearly the late-night version of spicy hot pot!
At this time, the courtyard door opened, and Wen Qiong and Jing Nan walked in one after the other. Wen Qiong scratched her hair embarrassedly, revealing two dimples: "That... smells so good, what are you eating?"
Seeing Wen Qiong and the others coming over, Du Heng knew that today's extra meal would not be missed. So he just let them go and handed them each a bowl. "Go to the refrigerator and get what you want to eat. I'll make you some spicy hot pot later."
Xuan Yu tilted his head slightly: "Isn't it...boiled pig brain? What is spicy hot pot?"
Du Heng looked at everyone with deep eyes: "Malatang is a kind of food that can boil all the delicacies in the world. It can contain everything." He handed Xuan Yu a bowl and said: "Xuan Yu has worked so hard for so long, you should also taste the taste of Malatang."
There were five bowls on the stove, four of which were full of dishes, and only one had a little less food, and they were all vegetarian dishes.
It was obvious at first glance that this was Jing Nan's bowl, who couldn't eat spicy food. Jing Nan hummed, "There's no reason for them to have supper and leave me alone to smell the food. Even if I don't eat it, I'm happy just looking at it. By the way, Du Heng, aren't you going to eat it?"
Du Heng said: "Xuan Yu helped me bring it."
The water in the pot boiled, and four pig brains sank to the bottom of the pot in the bright red water. Du Heng took a strainer and carefully transferred the pig brains into the strainer and put it aside so that he would not puncture the pig brains when blanching other foods.
The ingredients that Xiaoxiao and the others took out were mostly cooked food, which could be eaten after just a little blanching. The vegetarian dishes were simple and easy to cook. Du Heng looked at everyone's dishes, and except for Jing Nan's, everyone else's dishes were similar.
Du Heng poured all four bowls into the pot, and the red soup was immediately filled with ingredients. Du Heng felt that even the bowl he used to hold the maoxuewang might not be able to hold all four bowls.
He turned up the heat and said to them, "The ingredients are almost the same. How about I put it in a big bowl and let everyone eat together?"
Everyone had no objection, since they took all the ingredients from Du Heng's refrigerator. After a cup of tea, the ingredients were already seasoned, and Du Heng used a strainer to scoop out the ingredients and put them in a large bowl.
A bowl of food filled to the brim appeared on the table in the middle of the night. What kind of temptation was this? Even Jing Nan, who couldn't eat spicy food, drooled at the fish balls in the soup.
Everyone held a small bowl in their hands, and Wen Qiong commented: "It's a bit like the Maoxuewang we had before."
Feng Gui shook his head: "It's different. There are only a few ingredients in Maoxuewang. Look at this bowl, it has everything."
As he was talking, Feng Gui was the first to reach for his chopsticks, and he actually picked up a piece of bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots still retained their crispy and tender texture after being stewed, but the layer of red oil on the skin made it go from light and fresh to heavy in taste.
Xuan Yu put a braised egg in Du Heng's bowl: "You can't eat spicy food, so eat something that's not easy to taste."
Du Heng was so moved that he almost wanted to cry. He hadn't eaten spicy hot pot for a long, long time.
When he was in school, spicy hot pot and instant noodles were his good companions for late-night snacks. When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would order takeout, and before he even opened the food box, the spicy taste would make his game-playing friends salivate.
One person steals a quail egg, another eats some fried gluten, and there is usually not much left in a box of spicy hotpot. But it is this kind of excitement that makes Du Heng feel moved when he thinks about it now.
He didn't expect that in a remote village, he could share a large bowl of homemade spicy hot pot with so many friends. Although it was very spicy, it was really enjoyable!
The essence of Malatang is that it can scald everything, whether meat or vegetables, flying or swimming. There is nothing it cannot do, only the unexpected. Thousands of flavors are blended into one in the red oil pot, entertaining people from all corners of the world.
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Sweat soon appeared on Du Heng's forehead. He had overestimated himself. The chili peppers in the cultivation world were very addictive. The base material I made myself was spicy and fresh. Even if there was not much base material left in the pot, the spicy hot pot I made was stronger than the ones I bought outside.
Add various homemade meatballs and eat them. My body feels warm and my heart feels relaxed.
Wen Qiong liked the vegetarian dishes in the spicy hot pot, bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and chicken mushrooms. She was very satisfied with the food, but her mouth was red from the spiciness. She took out a handkerchief and kept wiping her head, but after putting it down, she picked up the food in the bowl and ate it.
Jing Nan couldn't eat anything too spicy, so he could only eat things like braised egg meatballs and tofu, which were not easy to flavor. Soon, Jing Nan's head was covered in sweat.
He and Feng Gui were still talking cordially: "Hmm? Are you sure this isn't spicy?" Feng Gui nodded affirmatively: "Hmm, it's not spicy!"
Xiaoxiao accepted everything that came his way like a whirlwind, he opened his mouth and ate a lot, and in a short while he had finished three small bowls of food. He dug a hole in the big bowl facing him, his disadvantage was that he had no hands, but he was fast.
Whenever he finished eating, he would push the bowl in front of Du Heng. As long as he looked at Du Heng with bright eyes, Du Heng would immediately fill his bowl with food.
Feng Gui was very satisfied, he liked the taste: "I didn't expect that the base sauce made by our Xiaoyu is still very good. This one is spicy, a little spicier than before."
Du Heng picked up some food for Xiao Xiao while reminding Feng Gui: "Yes, the soup base this time is really spicy. If you can't stand it, remember to reduce the base by half. Don't let it be too spicy."
Feng Gui ate the meatballs leisurely. He was full of confidence: "Don't worry, this level of spiciness is not a problem for me."
Xuan Yu ate in a reserved manner, taking one or two pieces of each ingredient to taste. His lips were darker than usual, and he was originally fair-skinned. Under the light, Xuan Yu actually had an indescribable charm.
Du Heng couldn't even look away until Xuan Yu looked at him curiously. Du Heng said awkwardly: "Well...if the food is not enough, we can cook another pot."
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao immediately ran to the refrigerator with a big bowl in his mouth. He stood at the refrigerator door, put down the bowl, and chirped to Du Heng to help him open the door.
Du Heng just wanted to think of it, but was stopped by Xuan Yu: "You are injured, I will go."
After a while, Xiaoxiao flew out with a big bowl of food in her two little wings: "Chirp!"
He likes this taste. He can eat a lot of ingredients in one bowl, and each tastes super good. Xiaoxiao hopes to eat this delicacy every day. After his uncle passes away, he will pester Du Heng to make spicy hot pot every day!
Everyone had eaten dinner, but the midnight snack made them extremely satisfied. As a result, Du Heng cooked a second pot of spicy hot pot. This time, he was afraid that the taste was not strong enough, so he scooped a spoonful of base from the food box outside and added it to the soup.
Du Heng didn't think about making spicy hot pot at first. He originally wanted Feng Gui to go back to sleep after eating the pig brain. If he had known that things would turn out like this, he might have calmly prepared a soup base with rich broth and fragrant pure milk.
The soup base made in this way is fresh and delicious, even Jing Nan can drink the soup base. Now in a hurry, he can only rely on the base to adjust the taste. Fortunately, everyone is eating Malatang for the first time, and they don’t care about the soup base.
After the second bowl of ingredients was almost finished, the pig brain that Feng Gui had been looking forward to for a long time finally came out.
Jing Nan had lost his sense of taste due to the spiciness. When he saw the pig brain in front of him, he burped and said, "No, I can only eat one bite at most."
Feng Gui was generous this time. He generously gave two spoonfuls of the brains in the middle to Jing Nan: "Last time I ate your beast's head, you kept complaining about it for half a month. I'll make it up to you this time."
Jing Nan wiped the sweat off his face and said with a big tongue: "You have a conscience."
Just when Jing Nan was about to eat the pig brain, Du Heng stopped him: "Jing Nan, don't eat the pig brain today. I'll make it for you next time."
Jing Nan looked at Du Heng in surprise: "Huh? Why?"
Du Heng always invites them to eat, and it is rare to see him stop people from eating anything.
Du Heng explained, "You have no sense of taste now. Even if you eat it, you will only taste the spicy taste. It's okay if you can't taste the other flavors of pig brain. Maybe you will hate it when you see pig brain in the future. Save it for Feng Gui. I will stew it for you next time. It tastes good when stewed. It's different from this."
Jing Nan looked at Feng Gui, smiled and pushed his bowl to Feng Gui: "It seems that I am not worthy of it, so you eat it."
Feng Gui pinched the spoon and stuffed the two pieces of pig brain into his mouth: "It's such a pity. I just don't understand how you can eat such a bland taste. Food without chili is soulless."
Du Heng smiled and said, "The fresher the food, the simpler the cooking method should be. Ingredients that need strong flavors to cover up their original taste are either not very fresh or their original taste is not very good."
Feng Gui held the spoon and frowned: "Will you let me eat?"
Du Heng smiled awkwardly: "Please continue, continue."
Xuan Yu and Du Heng shared a pig brain, while Feng Guixiaoxiao and Wen Qiong had one for themselves. Wen Qiong was very happy eating it, she scooped up the pig brain in small bites: "It's spicy, numb, thin and smooth, like tofu, but much more delicious than tofu."
If Wen Qiong hadn't just eaten so many bamboo shoots and mushrooms, she could have eaten another one.
Xuan Yu asked Du Heng slowly: "How do you feel? Is it too spicy? Do you want some water?" Du Heng was wiping his sweat: "It would be great to have some ice milk tea at this time."
Hearing the words 'ice milk tea', Xiaoxiao raised his head suddenly, laughed at Du Heng, and then chirped twice.
Don't try to fool him, he just heard something that looked delicious!
Du Heng smiled and said, "Come to think of it, milk tea is not complicated to make at all. How about I try it now?"
Milk and tea are readily available at home, so making a cup of milk tea takes less than a cup of tea!
The small stove under the eaves was lit again, and the clay pot was half filled with water. Du Heng held their tea can in his hand, and he looked at the pattern on the can and praised it: "Feng Gui, your tea can is really beautiful."
Feng Gui's tea jar is made of purple clay, with pavilions and towers carved on it. There are also lifelike figures in the towers. When the tea jar is turned around, a picture of a scholar enjoying flowers in spring appears.
Feng Gui hummed, "You like this thing? There are too many at home, just go get it yourself."
Du Heng opened the tea can and sniffed the tea leaves: "No need, I don't care about tea, I just think the tea can looks good. I feel that this can is more expensive than the tea inside."
Jing Nan was leaning against the corridor. He said with a thick tongue, "You are wrong. This is fermented Phoenix Feather Tea. The Phoenix Feather Tea trees grow on cliffs. Spirit birds need to fly up to pick them at dawn. Only a few kilograms of tea leaves are picked in a year. The demon cultivators in the demon world are very jealous. One or two ounces of Phoenix Feather Tea can be exchanged for tens of thousands of spirit stones."
Du Heng almost knocked the tea can over into the casserole due to a trembling hand. He hurriedly caught the can: "This... is so expensive? But I see Feng Guijia has a lot of them."
When Xuan Yu brought him two jars of tea, he really felt that the tea was special and smelled very fragrant. But he didn't know it was so expensive. If he had known it was so expensive, he would have put less tea in when cooking tea eggs.
Feng Gui said, "I don't have much time to sit down and drink tea, so I usually throw the tea leaves home. Xiaoxiao doesn't like tea, and Jingnan usually prefers to drink plain water instead of making tea. If you like, just go get it yourself. You don't need to ask for my opinion."
Du Heng was shocked. He held the jar and looked at it from left to right: "It's so expensive. It's really expensive."
The milk tea made with such expensive tea should taste good, right? Du Heng stretched out his claws and dug into the tea can twice. He felt that he had grabbed a lot of tea leaves, so he put some more in. The water in the casserole boiled, and he threw the tea leaves into the pot to boil.
Tea leaves are indeed good, as Du Heng discovered when he was cooking tea eggs in the morning. After a handful of tea leaves were added to the boiling water, the water immediately turned into a bright reddish brown, and a rich tea flavor wafted out of the tea soup.
The formation on the casserole took effect, and the tea and tea leaves were bubbling inside. Du Heng then added the same amount of milk as water, and the bubbling tea in the casserole immediately turned into a warm tea color.
This tea color looked very familiar to Du Heng, after all, he drank a lot of milk tea in his hometown. But Xiao Xiao found it strange. She stretched her neck to look into the pot, and a trembling chirping sound came out of her mouth.
It's not as bright red as black tea, nor as pure white as milk, but somewhere in between. Jing Nan came over to take a look: "This color, this taste... isn't this the milk tea from the north?"
Du Heng laughed: "Hey, Jingnan, do you know milk tea? I didn't expect there is milk tea in the demon world!"
Jing Nan nodded: "Yes, the demon cultivators on the northern grasslands would mix the leaves of a spiritual plant with milk and cook it together. I was lucky enough to drink it once and then I vomited." Du Heng was confused: "Vomited? Why?"
Could it be that Jing Nan was drinking salty milk tea? The herdsmen on the grasslands of his hometown would add salt after making milk tea with tea bricks, and many people were not used to drinking salty milk tea.
Jing Nan frowned: "It tastes fishy, but also very sweet. You need to drink a lot of water to drink a sip of milk tea. I had the chance to drink it once and vomited for most of the night."
Feng Gui chuckled: "Oh, now I remember, you were half dead and it was Xiaoyu who carried you back. After you came back, you forbade us to get close to milk tea, and you also strictly forbade Xiaoxiao to drink that stuff."
Du Heng looked at Jing Nan sympathetically and said, "It's really hard for you that milk tea, a popular drink, can leave you with such painful memories. Just wait and watch me make some milk tea for you."
The fire slowly licked the bottom of the pot, and the tea in the pot was boiling slightly. Du Heng added a few spoonfuls of sugar to the tea. He said with some regret: "We have milk at home. In fact, I can make evaporated milk. The milk tea made with evaporated milk tastes better and is especially mellow."
Jing Nan put his hands in his pockets: "Don't worry, wait until you have time to do it slowly."
In less than a cup of tea, the smell of milk tea on the eaves was very strong. Jing Nan sniffed the air and said, "It smells really good. It's completely different from the first time I drank it."
The author has something to say: Lao Mao: Malatang, milk tea...well, the rest are not far away.
Du Heng: What?
Old Cat: You finally made junk food possible. I was wondering if fried chicken and cola are far behind?
Du Heng: You can have fried chicken, but forget about Coke.
When I'm hungry late at night, the most common thing I order is Malatang. Because apart from Malatang and porridge shops, other shops are closed at midnight... Oh... I suddenly remembered that when I was in college, there was a potato barbecued pork stewed rice in the university town that could deliver until after 11pm. As soon as the takeaway was opened, the people in the next dormitory were so greedy that they cried.
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