"Okay! I'm not polite."

Leas' body trembled in the air and changed his body quickly.

As tall as five and a half feet, Jevrevan was about the same height as the stone bench, his wrists and feet struggled to pick up stone chopsticks, and put on a small spoon, a meatball, and a spoonful of hot soup.

The small meatballs bite into the mouth, and instantly burst out like fireworks, with sticky juices bursting out. There was a little sweetness in the slightly salty taste and an indescribable umami flavor.

It is tender and smooth without losing elasticity, and it is also mixed with a little graininess, which makes it a very complex taste experience.

But, it's really delicious!

Leas had no time to think more, but just kept satisfying his mouth's desire.

In less than two minutes, all the meatballs filled with meatballs disappeared.

Looking at Leas' desire to try to make a few more bowls, Jevrevan smiled slightly, with a hint of pride.

If the customer is satisfied, it is the best prize for a cooking expert.

"Leas, just a bowl of meatball soup, it's not worth satisfying your stomach. There are braised mahjong pieces! No, it's braised chunks of marinara and scallion and salt ribs, so you won't be disappointed."

"Really? Then hurry up!"

He tried hard to leave his eyes from the side of the soup pot and swallowed his saliva hard. Leas barely controlled himself.

"You, if you were in that food country, I'm afraid you wouldn't know how you died."

Jevrevin shook his head, uncovered the lid of the pot again, tasted the taste of the braised mahjong cubes, added a little bit of fine salt, stirred vigorously, and then covered the lid of the pot and continued to simmer for a while under low heat.

Two minutes later, under the temptation of Leas's eyes, Jevrevin calmly took a full bowl of braised pork and slowly placed it on the stone table.

"You, you did it on purpose! Humph! I'm too lazy to care about you."

Seeing through Jevrevin's deliberate thoughts at first glance, Leas didn't say much and continued to bury his head and eat.

If you like to watch jokes, just watch it. The food is currently available and you cannot miss it.

"Haha, how does it taste? You should have passed it. I wasn't sure if I made this ingredient for the first time. It was just a matter of feeling the stones across the river."

Jevrevin smiled awkwardly, but continued to observe Leas' every move carefully.

"If there is any shortcomings, I have to say it straight! It's all lean meat, and there are still many necessities missing."

"I'll talk about it later."

As soon as the braised pork enters the mouth, it instantly scatters, like silk threads, with a strong salty aroma that makes the tongue feel satisfied in the blink of an eye.

Without chewing hard, the scattered braised pork slipped in and disappeared into an unknown place.

One bite after another, Leas couldn't stop the spoon, and there were even the afterimage of the spoon.

What a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Slow down, don't eat so urgently. This braised pork has some firewood. Hurry up and drink some soup to moisten your mouth."

Jevrevan brought a bowl of meatball soup that was still steaming, and white smoke drifted up. He put it lightly and continued to work hard.

The ribs were finally refried again, which was really time-consuming.

Jevrevin shook his head, poured the discolored grease into a stone bowl, and drained the ribs full of oily flowers.

Brush the pan again, pour water, remove most of the big stick bones, and slowly heat the pan.

Pour fine salt into a pan quickly and stir-fry slowly when the temperature is not high.

At the same time, I did not forget to pour the chopped green onion down.

If there is no peppercorn, just use chopped green onions instead. As for the dishes, you must dare to innovate.

A cooking expert who lacks pepper, eggs, and starch is comforting himself like this.

Five minutes later, the so-called shallot salt is done.

Put the drained fried ribs on the plate, sprinkle with an appropriate amount of scallion salt, and several large plates of golden scallion salt ribs on the large stone table.

"The braised pork tastes good! Come on, continue to try this modified version of the scallion and salt ribs, it should not be difficult to eat."

Looking at Leas, who had wiped out a bowl of braised pork, and his still-motivated expression, Jevrevin couldn't help but tease him a little.

In fact, what Jevrevan wants to know most now is what posture will Leas deal with the ribs.

With a single wrist, you can't use chopsticks flexibly.

The meatballs and braised pork before were replaced with spoons in the end.

Sure enough, Leas habitually reached over the stone spoon.

The ribs were more than two inches long, but the flesh was still tightly attached to the bone. Leas worked hard and couldn't bite it into his mouth easily.

In a hurry, Leas threw away the stone spoon and straightened up two pink wrist-foots. He clamped the tip of the wrist-foot and obediently surrendered the scallion and salt ribs.

Leas opened his mouth and tore his sharp teeth hard. The flesh that was obsessed with his bones and refused to break up was chewed in big mouths.

The crispy skin on the outside and the thorny salt ribs inside, with a slight salty aroma, gave the pink tongue a roller coaster-like kuài    gǎn.

The abrupt taste made Leas' cute compound eyes narrow into a slit.

"Looking at this eating look, it shouldn't be as bad as I thought."

Jevrevan looked at Leas's changing expression and started to do it himself.

A plate of scallion and salt ribs, a bowl of braised strong magic meat pieces, and a bowl of meatball soup were placed in front of Jevrevan in the blink of an eye.

"The ribs are a little too hot and the skin is a little old. This too chewy flesh should be properly suffocated. The salty taste of the scallion is sloppy! It's five points."

"The braised pork is too hot. If the pork belly is, it will taste much more round. It is quite tasty, but the color is a bit bad. It's just that it's a little bit worse. It's just that if you add a few seasonings, it's a quarter!"

"Hey, the taste of this meatball soup is better than at the beginning. It seems that the cooking time should be appropriately extended in the future. It's good. If you come with some kelp, it will be perfect. It's seven cents!"

After slowly tasting his work, Jevrevan shook his head slightly, very dissatisfied.

Has your cooking skills declined? Or have you not adapted to this unfamiliar ingredients? Or is it just a simple excuse?

With a mediocre IQ, Jevrevan is a normal person. The reason why he can become a well-known cooking expert is because of this trick of constant reflection and summary.

"Why are you stunned? If you don't eat quickly, I'm not polite!"

Leas, who was about to poison the next plate of salted ribs, suddenly saw Jevrevan holding chopsticks and staring at the full dish with his eyes fixed on the food, but he was in a state of distraction.

"Ah? OK, how is that possible! This is the fruit of my labor. If you want to dominate alone, there is no door."

Jevrevan, who was interrupted by his thoughts, gradually woke up and ruthlessly opened his bow.

No longer taste slowly, no longer regretfully experience every defect, and the traces of meat in the mouth full of flesh.

Don't run away from the devil
Chapter completed!