Novel Bin Chapter 1248 - He Was A True Hero Indeed!
Chapter 1248: He Was A True Hero Indeed!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Mister, your duck intestine is going to be ‘too old’ if you don’t get it out now.” Seeing that he was in a daze, Harrison couldn’t help reminding Jinx.
“Too old?” Jinx picked up the curled duck intestine out from the hot pot with the chopsticks, and stared at it with befuddlement. “Isn’t it already dead?”
“‘Too old’ means past the best time for consumption,” Harrison explained with resignation. Certain terms were used differently in different regions.
“Let me try the taste of this duck intestine.” Jinx didn’t care about what Harrison said; he simply put the duck intestine straight into his mouth.
Spiciness was still the main melody, but after eating an insanely hot chili earlier, his resistance to insane spiciness seemed to have increased as he chewed on the duck intestine.
Apart from the spiciness, the crunchy duck intestine gave Jinx’s teeth a whole new experience, and as the taste buds got used to the spiciness, the aroma underneath it began to act up. The more he chewed, the more fragrant it got, and it dispersed the chill from sitting in the snow.
“Delicious!”
Jinx gave a thumbs-up. This tiny duck intestine wasn’t enough for him, so he dumped the two plates of duck intestines straight into the red soup pot in front of him.
“The duck intestine isn’t supposed to be eaten like this...” Harrison raised his hand in an attempt to stop him as he looked at the duck intestines in the hot pot with a heartache. This was a sacrilege to good food!
Harrison tried to control his emotion as he remarked, “The duck intestine is supposed to be dipped with chopsticks eight times to achieve the best time for consumption. The duck intestine done like this would then have a soul.”
“The method you use to eat is too sissy. It’s not suitable for us giant dragons.” Jinx pursed his lips in disdain as he dumped a plate of sliced beef into the pot and stirred with the chopsticks. He started eating when the hot pot began to boil again.
“This is a good idea.” The golden dragons, who were counting the time carefully initially, began to copy him. Otherwise, given their 10-person portions, they might not even finish them by tomorrow morning.
This is really stupid... Harrison swallowed the last few words for his own personal safety. He decided to ignore them, and continue to dip his tripe gracefully.
The irascible insanely spicy didn’t go easy on the giant dragons. They started to transform one after another as they praised the scrumptiousness of the hot pot. Eventually, they all had to shrink to the size of Fox, and continue dipping their hot pot while standing up.
Harrison, a tiny fat chap who continued to dip his hot pot quietly while surrounded by dragons, also attracted plenty of attention. He was a true hero indeed!
The novel eating method of the hot pot brought a whole new dining experience to the customers.
In fact, it even gave some of them a very special misconception.
“Dear. I think that my cooking skills have improved greatly. In the future, let me cook your meals for you at home,” Bonnie confidently said to Vicennio, who was sitting opposite her, as she took a bite of the potato.
The pale Vicennio, who had just regained his wits from his crazy afternoon “delivery”, swiftly shook his head when he heard what Bonnie said.
“Why? Do you think my dishes are not nice?” Bonnie pulled a long face.
Vicennio quickly shook, and smilingly said, “No. I am worried that the oil stains will dirty your delicate little hands. How could I let you do such things.”
“That’s true too.” Bonnie looked at her dainty hands, thinking that it would be a waste to use them to do housework.
“Yes. I have more important things to do with my hands.” Bonnie’s hands squeezed Vicennio’s thigh under the table. She licked her red lips as her smile became lustier.
Vicennio’s Adam’s apple moved, and he suddenly wanted to go next door to order two more roujiamos. Who could withstand that!
“I think the best vegetarian ingredient is the sliced lotus root. It’s so crunchy that it is delish.” Vanessa chewed on sliced lotus root with a crunchy sound. It was neither too hard nor too soft, having exactly the right texture. It didn’t cause any stress to her teeth.
However, Abraham shook his head, and said, “I think the enoki mushroom is better. It’s absorbed the red soup’s essence, so it tastes better than normal mushrooms. It’s simply the king of the vegetarian hot pot!”
“What’s so nice about vegetarian food? Are you sure you are not trying the pig’s brain? It’s as tender as the tofu pudding. After absorbing the red soup, its taste is simply dreamy.” Randy picked up a spoon, and scooped out the pig’s brain from the red soup as he recommended it to them sincerely.
Vanessa and Lola shook their head together at the same time. This pig’s brain looked scarier than they had expected, and they lost the desire to eat it when they remembered it was removed from a pig’s head.
“Can you give me a little to try?” Abraham said hesitantly.
“Since you gave me a treat yesterday, I will share half of it with you.” Randy scooped half of the pig’s brain into his bowl, and the other half into Abraham’s bowl with a pained expression.
Abraham used a spoon to pick up a little pig’s brain. The pig’s brain that was a little bloody when it was placed into the pot long became totally white. It was also coated with a layer of the red soup, which made it look very enticing.
The spicy red broth had removed all the stench, and there was a special fragrance in the midst of the spicy aroma.
As a gourmand, this was also Abraham’s first time trying to eat animals’ brains. He had never heard of anyone eating a pig’s brain before.
He ate the pig’s brain in one mouthful.
The spiciness that was just right made the taste buds tense up first, and the pig’s brain began to melt in his mouth. The tender texture was indeed similar to the tofu pudding, but the tofu pudding’s texture was lighter, while the pig’s brain’s texture was denser. The rich taste blossomed on the tip of the tongue, and together with the spiciness, it brought a special scrumptious enjoyment.
“This taste is simply incredible!”
Abraham had an intoxicated expression. If the duck intestine and tripe could be described as a beautiful melody rendition for the teeth, then this pig’s brain existed to bring the taste buds happiness.
Abraham still felt unsated after eating half the pig’s brain in the bowl with a couple of mouthfuls, so he raised his hands and ordered three more.
“It’s right to listen to me, right?” Randy was a little smug.
Abraham nodded, and praised, “Even a pig’s brain could be used as an ingredient, the hot pot indeed could be used to dip anything! This creation of Boss Mag will leave a huge mark on the F&B history.”
“The first person in history. Only Boss Mag could be called that.” Randy nodded in agreement.
If a chef could only make one heirloom dish to the best, he could only be considered as a good chef, but not a great chef.
But Boss Mag was different. His every new dish gave people a pleasant surprise. The unique and special cooking methods all had the energy to subvert the current food and beverage industry.
It was very common to take one to two hours to eat per session of hot pot; hence, many customers waited for a long time before they got a seat.
And Fox finally flew away, spitting blue flame from his mouth after the changes of two batches of customers and finishing the very last drop of the broth...