Chapter 316
The fresh prawns were taken out and the meat was as tender and crystal clear as jelly. Yu Sui cut the prawn meat into pieces, found a few plates, put a layer of vermicelli under each plate, and then put the prawn meat on top of the vermicelli.
Peel and chop the garlic, rinse it with clean water, and put it in a pan to fry until golden brown.
The air was filled with the aroma of minced garlic. He poured the minced garlic evenly on each plate of shrimp, and then put the garlic shrimp vermicelli into the pot to steam.
There was no steamer here, so Yu Sui found some branches and made a simple plan to support the plate, and then covered the pot.
"Why is your cooking completely different from Old Jack's? I've never seen anyone cook like this. It tastes delicious, but it looks so weird." Wolf couldn't remember his original purpose at all at this moment. He forgot about Lanlos who wanted to test his strength and focused on watching Yu Sui's actions.
Because he is cooking Chinese food, which is different from Western food, so the cooking methods are of course very different.
Of course, this reason couldn't be said out loud, so Yu Sui said perfunctorily, "It's not good for us orcs to always eat barbecue. We just cook it randomly."
Wolf thought to himself that the cub's skillful technique did not seem to be done casually. When he followed Loft to the Red Grass Tribe, the Tauren were already the more sophisticated among the orcs, and the food they made was also very ordinary.
The food made by this cub is not at all delicious. Although the taste has become lighter after adding water, it still emits the aroma of meat, lingering around and tempting people.
Wolf hadn't eaten anything since morning, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he smelled the fragrance.
Loft handed the soap to Nord, smelled the fragrance himself, and said in admiration: "The patriarch's cooking skills are comparable to those of the top chefs I hired!"
Although this statement contained some flattery, Loft really felt that the cub chief's craftsmanship was good, at least one of the best among the orcs.
He walked over to Wolf, who was sitting on the ground, and asked the servant to bring a chair over.
After decades of getting along, he still couldn't stand the mercenaries' rough habits.
Wolf couldn't stand Loft sitting on the chair, which was a head taller than him. He drew his greatsword and with a few swipes at a speed invisible to the naked eye, he cut off the chair leg under Loft until only a small piece was left.
Loft didn't even sway in his chair. He only felt his gaze involuntarily lowering until it stabilized. He bent down and looked puzzled. He saw several oval wooden sticks neatly placed around him. As for his chair...
"Wolf!" Loft roared.
Wolf sat lazily leaning on his greatsword, ignoring the angry Loft.
He hated the aristocratic pretentiousness the most.
Two pots were not enough, so Yu Sui went to ask the servant for another pot. When he came back, his eyes swept over Loft and the chair under him. He felt a little strange. Are such low chairs popular among human nobles now?
Bring the hot oil to a boil, sauté the onions and garlic until fragrant, add the minced meat into the pot, stir-fry until it changes color, then add the vermicelli. Yu Sui picked up the big pot and shook it a few times, a skill he had only recently learned.
He never imagined that one day he would be able to learn how to stir-fry by flipping the wok. When he was a child, he watched chefs on TV cooking like this and thought it was very cool. He even practiced for a few days, but he was too young at that time and his wrists didn't have the strength to flip the wok.
When it is almost done, pour a circle of soy sauce along the edge of the pot, then add fish bone powder, salt and chopped green onions. After taking it out of the pot, pour it into a plate. This is Ants Climbing a Tree. When Yu Sui first heard the name of this dish, he thought it was really fried ants. Later he found out that it was minced meat that looked like ants.
Unconsciously, circles of people quietly gathered around the "kitchen" that Yu Sui had temporarily set up. The mercenaries were brave and gathered in the front, while the workers of the Chamber of Commerce hid behind the mercenaries and secretly looked inside.
Next, under the gazes of these people who were about to become material, Yu Sui fried shredded pork with bean sprouts and vermicelli, as well as the classic dish of pork belly and cabbage stewed with vermicelli.
The pork belly was cut into thin slices by Lanluos, and fried over high heat until the edges were golden brown. The soup was rich and juicy, making people drool.
Wolf could no longer bear the hunger in his stomach, so he ran back to the tent and got out a pot of wine, drinking it mouthful by mouthful while enjoying the aroma.
Although he didn't want to appear too greedy, he couldn't help but point at the unfamiliar dish and ask, "Is this bean sprouts? There are beans on it, but aren't bean sprouts green?"
Could this be a vegetable unique to the Black Map Tribe? It's strange that the Snow Werewolf Tribe actually has vegetables that the Tauren don't even have.
Yu Sui took the time to answer: "These are bean sprouts, not grown in the soil."
"Old Jack, you're here too. Come on, come on. Aren't you a level five chef? Come and see how these are made and go back and cook them for us."
An old man with a white beard appeared in the crowd. Wolf was very happy to see him coming and waved to him hurriedly.
Loft said angrily, "I invited him here with great difficulty. If you make him angry, I will have to starve with you!"
He was born into a noble family and was naturally picky about food. Even when he came to the Fantasy Continent, he was accompanied by a high-level chef who was hired with great difficulty.
No matter what profession one is in, when one reaches a certain level, one will have their own pride. The reason why Loft traveled all the way to the Fantasy Continent for the sake of fine wine is that the fifth-level winemakers are too difficult to deal with. Only the royal family can drink the fine wine they brew, and ordinary nobles cannot buy the fine wine they brew.
Being a winemaker is usually a family inheritance, and there are only a few in ten thousand who can reach the level of a high-level winemaker, so it is difficult to buy their wine.
Loft has always wanted to cooperate with high-level winemakers, hoping that they can supply good wine for a long time, so that his business will definitely reach a higher level.
Unfortunately, the few high-level winemakers in the imperial capital were too disdainful to pay attention. They themselves were not short of money. Having reached this level, there were many people who would give them money.
If Loft didn't have a strong background, these arrogant winemakers probably wouldn't have let him in.
There was no chance of expanding the Chamber of Commerce's reputation by trading fine wine, and Loft could only buy a little to satisfy his drinking craving.
It is also difficult to hire high-level chefs. The fifth-level chef, Old Jack, who is now in charge of his meals in the caravan, was invited by him from Grand Duke Link with great effort.
Now Wolfe asked Old Jack to learn how to cook an orc cub, which was a huge humiliation for him. Loft was really afraid that he would be so angry that he would never go out with him again.
Originally, Old Jack didn't want to agree at his age, and the younger generations in his family were also unwilling. However, many ingredients in the Fantasy Continent were not available on the mainland, so Old Jack was willing to come here in order to improve his cooking skills and find new ingredients.
Sure enough, as soon as Wolf finished speaking, Old Jack's face turned ashen, he snorted angrily, and turned to leave.
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