The Heaven’s Jailer

These eighteen dishes are as delicious as ever, but on the basis of deliciousness, there is no obvious improvement, and the taste is not much different from those made with ordinary ingredients.

"What's the problem?"

Liu Lang was silent for a while. He thought that high-end ingredients would produce high-end taste, but unexpectedly, the implementation was not as imagined.

"Forget it, I will study again when I have time!"

Just as Zhang Kai and the others were waiting to eat, Liu Lang stopped thinking about it. He greeted the aunts who had already stared dumbfounded, and brought all the 18 fried dishes to the dining table.

For a while, the aroma of vegetables spread throughout the room.

Zhang Kai was actually full just now in the greenhouse, but when he smelled the tempting aroma, his stomach growled again.

Next, is the physical and psychological confrontation. Physiologically, he was already full, his stomach was so big, it was basically full, but psychologically, he couldn't resist the temptation of the exquisite dishes, he stretched out his chopsticks involuntarily, picked up the vegetables and put them in his mouth.

It was also the first time for Meng Han and the others who accompanied him to eat dishes cooked by Liu Lang.

At the beginning, they still maintained a gentle image, but after eating for a while, they rolled up their arms and sleeves, showing their true foodies.

Seven people, eighteen dishes, and in the end there was no vegetable soup left, which was because Liu Lang didn't eat much.

"Mr. Liu, you are indeed the technical director of Jifeng Garden. Your level is indeed much better than those chefs in Jifeng Garden." Zhang Kaigang, who could not stand upright, couldn't help but raised his thumb and praised.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.

He used to think that the dishes made by the chefs in Jifeng Garden were already amazing, but compared with Liu Lang's dozen or so dishes, they were heavenly and underground.

"Actually, I usually cook at home. I rarely cook outside." Liu Lang chuckled. If it wasn't for trying dishes, it would be impossible for these people to taste their own cooking.

You know, there are only a few people who have eaten the meals he cooked.

According to the plan, after lunch, we will discuss issues such as the filming location of "Heroes Invincible" and the advertising film of Zhongyu Ecological Farm, but Zhang Kaigang ate too much and struggled to walk, so we had to postpone it. Arranged a room to rest.

that's all,

Zhang Kaigang became the first guest in the history of Zhongyu Ecological Farm. After many years, Zhang Kaigang always mentioned this matter with pride.

Liu Lang never intervened in the specific affairs of Zhongyu Tourism. He handed over all matters related to Zhang Kaigang to Meng Han, and then drove away from the ecological farm.

But before leaving the ecological farm, Liu Lang made another trip to the greenhouse.

With the help of the staff, I picked a lot of vegetables, which basically filled the trunk of the car.

After returning to Xiangxieyuan Villa, Liu Lang directly sent those greenhouse vegetables to the mortal fairy prison, and then his own consciousness also entered the fairy prison.

"Master, look at these vegetables!" Liu Lang brought those greenhouse vegetables to the canteen of Xianyu and said to Zhu Dachang.

Liu Lang's culinary skills are mostly imitating Zhu Dachang, and his own research on dishes may not be as good as that of ordinary mortal chefs.

Therefore, it is bound to be difficult for him to figure out the reason why greenhouse vegetables become ordinary after they are cooked.

Rather than wasting that time, it's better to let the chef Zhu Dachang take the lead.

Anyway, free labor is not in vain.

"Is there any difference between these vegetables?" Zhu Dachang looked at the vegetables brought by Liu Lang and asked curiously. From the appearance, these vegetables were not much different from the ingredients Liu Lang usually bought. If he had to say something different, it might just be a little fresher.

"Master, try it first." Liu Lang directly broke a section of cucumber and handed it to Zhu Dachang.

Zhu Dachang took a bite suspiciously, chewed it, and was taken aback for a moment, "Why is the taste so good? There shouldn't be such a cucumber growing in the world!"

"Of course it won't grow. It's cultivated with Xiaotian dog poop as fertilizer." Liu Lang secretly smiled inwardly, but changed the subject: "Master, I brought these vegetables with raw taste. It is better than ordinary mortal vegetables, but once it is cooked, it has no special characteristics. I don’t know if it’s my cooking skills.”

"Oh? I'll try."

According to Zhu Dachang's intuition, the dishes made with such good ingredients should be better.

He directly took out two cucumbers and made the simplest scrambled eggs with cucumbers. After frying, Zhu Dachang picked up a piece of cucumber with chopsticks, tasted it, and frowned immediately.

Liu Lang also picked up his chopsticks and tasted it, and the taste was no different from that made from ordinary ingredients.

This also means that it is not a matter of my own cooking skills.

Zhu Dachang did not give up. I also made a more complex Mushu Pork, and tasted the cucumber slices, which also became very ordinary.

Since cucumbers don't work, try other vegetables.

Zhu Dachang cooked all the vegetables brought by Liu Lang. Those vegetables with excellent taste when eaten raw will lose their original characteristics once they are made into hot dishes.

Zhu Dachang frowned.

After a long time, he slapped his thigh and said, "I know why!"

"Why?" Liu Lang, who was almost asleep while waiting, woke up suddenly.

"It's the temperature. The temperature destroys the original taste." Zhu Dachang laughed loudly.

"Uh..." Liu Lang felt that Zhu Dachang's discovery was no different from not having discovered it, and he doubted: "Master, this stir-fried dish has to be heated. If it's a matter of temperature, then it's an unavoidable problem of poor taste?"

"Whoever said that, I have a way to avoid it!" Zhu Dachang said coquettishly, tossing his hair.

"What solution?" Liu Lang immediately became happy when he heard that there was a solution.

"My solution is, no heating!" Zhu Dachang's eyes were shining with excitement.

Liu Lang fell to the ground with a thud.

"How do you cook vegetables without heating them? Master, please explain to me." Liu Lang, who had regained his composure, asked with a bitter face.

"I can't even understand this?" Zhu Dachang hated the iron and said: "The meaning of not heating is of course to make cold dishes. If you want to keep the taste of the ingredients, you must use gentle processing methods, and the most gentle processing method is cold salad. !"

"puff……"

Liu Lang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Salad? God of Cooking would say such a low method.

"Master, I don't think cold dressing is the mildest way to deal with it. The mildest way to deal with it should be to eat it raw, without even mixing it." Liu Lang couldn't help joking.

"Huh? What you said about eating raw seems to make more sense!" What Liu Lang didn't expect was that Zhu Dachang actually took it seriously.