Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"It's delicious." After Yang Rui stuffed the first piece of fat intestine into his mouth, he didn't bother to say anything.

I don’t even bother to think about it.

Just delicious.

In the words of biologists, this is the most primitive instinct of human beings for grease, and the memory of the human body imprinted in genes is awakened.

The body continuously stimulates the brain and rewards it to encourage the brain to continue this effective intake.

Tasty means food that is good for survival.

Millions of years of human history have been concentrated in the invisible genetic world.

Sweet fruits, fat flesh and fat, the more one is familiar with them, the harder it is to awaken the body's rewards.

"It's delicious." Yang Rui picked up the second piece of fat intestine and chewed comfortably. He couldn't stop at all. He swallowed all of it. He couldn't help sipping his wine, and raised his thumb to praise Chef Xu: "It's delicious."

"Yang University's words have cultural flavor. I wrote down this word. It is supremely delicious." Chef Xu smiled cheerfully, quite proud of it.

Yang Rui shook his head while shaking his mind, and said, "I said that I was working hard for a day. I came back to have such a meal, and I made up for all the hard work."

"This has the taste of leadership." The leaders all over the table laughed.

Yang Rui also laughed, really envious.

Otherwise, everyone was crying and screaming to move to the Xibao Meat Union Factory. Before the 1990s, such an enterprise was simply comfortable and unnecessary.

I have heard of farmers who were starved to death, and never heard of workers in the meat factory who starved to death.

In the era of planned economy, such factories will not only not make people fatter, but will eat more healthily. The reason is simple, the quantity has not increased much, and the quality has increased much. The meat joint factory sells both internally and externally, and the people in the factory pay for the meat as well, which controls the quantity. However, the people in the factory can pick good things first, just like Chef Xu picks the large intestines. The pigs that are killed every day are only sent out after he has been selected. Under such conditions, the future generations will be big. The hotel does not have it either.

After a while, several plates of fat intestines were swept away.

The waiter then served two plates of vegetarian dishes for everyone to clear their mouths.

Then, I saw Chef Xu coming over again with his plate.

Director Li asked: "Is it in the middle?"

"Yes, the middle section is tough, not so fat, but chewy." Chef Xu still gave Yang Rui the most central piece this time.

Compared with the honesty of the first set, the nine-turn large intestine in the middle section is stronger, and the puff pastry on the outside is still slightly inset, with a beautiful wine red color. The fat inside no longer protrudes out, but a little astringent, clinging to the puff pastry, chewing, a little bit of resistance, so that the beauty of the fat becomes eager and welcome.

Chef Xu waited until Yang Rui had eaten a piece, and then said: "Most people make the nine-turn large intestine, and they discard the thin section, leaving only the middle section and above. However, when they do it, they make the middle section and the upper section together. I am not. I do it separately. The fat and the thinness are different, and the burning time will definitely be different. Do it together, it's not fine enough."

"Master Lu Cai only does the upper part and discards the middle part. It is not a waste, it is stupid." Director Li obviously prefers this, standing up and holding a piece, chewing comfortably before laughing. "I like the color made by Lao Xu the most. Look, this red is beautiful. If we make it at home, the old lady will use soy sauce. The salt will be heavy after making it. Why is it so big? Master, they use cinnamon for coloring."

Old Xu was very happy to be praised, and laughed: "Cinnamon is not difficult to color, but it is difficult to make it look good. The reason why the nine-turn large intestine needs to be nine-turn is to have the color and fragrance, and the taste has five flavors, which is easy , Balance is difficult."

"In short, just do it well!" Yang Rui ate his mouth full of oil, and didn't need to pay attention to vocabulary.

Old Xu smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and he was habitually humble: "Stay in the slaughterhouse and make hundreds of nine turns of large intestine a day. It is something that everyone should learn."

Yang Rui laughed blankly.

"Actually, Master Xu is not only good at the 9th grade large intestine, let's say quietly here, no one is allowed to say it..." Director Li pretended to be mysterious.

More than a dozen people at the same table cooperated with a smile.

"Master Xu, what do you say?" Director Li asked with a smile.

"Every time you said it, I told you once..."

Director Li picked up a glass of wine and said with a smile: "I confessed to punishing one by myself, but I said, you have to do it."

"Do it, I must do it. As long as Yang University likes it, I should move my bones and muscles."

"Then I said it." Director Li took Yang Rui's hand and said with a smile: "Old Comrade Xu still has a good dish, but most people don't know it. It's called money meat."

As soon as he said, everyone laughed, and all of their eyes became masculine.

Yang Rui is a student, so he doesn't care about this. Instead, he asked curiously: "Money meat is a donkey whip? The Western Union Factory still slaughters donkeys?"

"But why don't you slaughter? In the early years, counties still had the task of collecting donkeys. We don't slaughter donkeys. Could the leader go to the sky to catch dragon meat and eat it?" A deputy factory manager next to him laughed.

Factory Manager Li also laughed and said, "We kill donkeys as much as pigs, but Old Xu's Lu cuisine skills can't be wasted."

"Money meat is Qiancai."

"Isn't Ejiao from Shandong? There are too many donkeys killed over there and the concubine returns." Director Li pondered.

"I learned it with Master Qiancai. In the past, rich people opened banquets, this is a must." Old Xu explained quite seriously.

Director Li nodded again and again: "Take back what you just said, in order to be able to eat Lao Xu's money, we have to kill him a hundred donkeys a month, right?"

"It's not Lao Xu's money meat, it's Lao Xu's money meat." Master Xu angrily said: "Every time you say this, you can't say it well."

"Don't tell me, let Old Xu raise the fat for a while, and eat Old Xu's money and meat tomorrow." The people on the wine table laughed, and then began to toast.

Yang Rui drank two cups and didn't want to drink anymore. He pulled Director Li and said, "Director Li, I usually drink less alcohol and can concentrate on eating vegetables."

"Drink less, drink more." Factory Director Li habitually persuades him to drink.

"Alcohol hurts the liver, I'm going to get the catalyst in the afternoon. It's easy to make a mistake when I drink it." Yang Rui immediately took out the catalyst as a shield.

Since ancient times, only the superiors have poured inferior wine, and there has been no subordinates infused with superior wine.

Nowadays, Lao Li is Yang Rui's subordinate. He can only make Yang Rui eat and drink well, not forcibly drink Yang Rui's wine.

After a haha ​​smile, Lao Li drank the wine by himself and said, “It’s okay if you don’t drink. We are old drunks. I can’t help but Yang Rui is still young. Eat more meat and drink less. Don’t get drunk. You have to go to the workshop in the afternoon. .Haha..."

Yang Rui calmly put a new plate of nine-turn large intestine in front of him, throwing off his chopsticks and eating.

Old Xu sat over with a smile, and while explaining his ninth-turn large intestine to Yang Rui, he introduced the money and meat he was preparing to Yang Rui.

In Lao Xu's mouth, the nine-turn large intestine on a plate also has a distinction between good and bad. As for money and meat, there are even more distinctions. It not only tastes good, but also has significant effects.

Yang Ruiquan listened, suddenly felt a bit like Hong Qigong, who was being lured by Huang Rong's delicacy, that is, Huang Rong looked a little shabby in front of him.

After three rounds of wine, the waiter brought the belly soup again. The strong pepper flavor made the half-drunk men hooked.

Yang Rui is also sweating ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and cried out to be happy.

Director Li was happy when he saw it, and smiled: "Come over and eat if you like it. Come every day. Let's squeeze him out of old Xu's tricks. We at the Western Union Factory, there are not many good things, but the pigs are full. , You are like pig skin. The pork skin is very fragrant after being cooked. Fried pork skin is more fragrant, crispy, fragrant and oily. It is easy to get fat and you can’t eat more..."

"Then I have to taste it." Yang Rui was clearly full, and after listening, he had an appetite again.

"Try it anytime, I think it’s like this. Tomorrow we will focus on money meat, and the day after tomorrow we will get some hard dishes, sweet and sour tenderloin, stir-fry tenderloin and so on, and then we will make a fish from our back mountain stream. , Roasted pig's head, roasted pig's tail, and fried pork skin!"

"It's going to be fat." Yang Rui smiled and shook his head: "It won't work the day after tomorrow. I have to go home the day after tomorrow."

"Go home! Why go home again?" Director Li was shocked. He worked so hard to prepare food in order to keep Yang Rui, and only three days could not satisfy him.

Yang Rui shrugged and said: "No way, my parents have just moved, and the China Merchants dormitory is in dilapidated condition. I want to go back to find two people, help them paint the walls, get the ground and other things. I want to see the house in front of me. After all, the dormitory is a dormitory, and it won’t last long. Instead of changing it after two years, it’s better to change it now."

"It's a big deal to change the house. It needs to be handled." Director Li groaned and didn't say much. There are still two days left, and he has to make a few calls before deciding what to do.

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