God-level foodie desert island survival

"En!"

Although he knew that it was not, Tang Ming nodded without hesitation. His eyes lit up as he looked at the sea behind him.

There must be something strange about this sea area to give birth to such a perfect ingredient.

However, what was strange Tang Ming didn't want to know, what he was interested in was the tempting pieces of ingredients below.

Thinking about it, Tang Ming turned his head to look at Shu Yiting, and lowered his voice: "Can we usually come over here?"

Shu Yiting paused, and then shook her head: "No, except for the surrender day, there will be boats patrolling the sea area here, and the contestants can't get close to the center island for ten nautical miles without permission." "

Why?"

"I don't know, it's so stipulated anyway, I guess I'm afraid that I'm afraid that I'll run here to have a autumn breeze or something like you, how unfair it is to other players!"

Shu Yiting quipped.

"It's understandable

that you can't come to the island, but why can't you come to the sea?" "Who knows, besides, it's such a big sea, there's no need to come here, but the seafood here is really delicious, even if the garlic is different, I can eat it, you think you can fool me."

Shu Yiting whispered.

"It's good to know for yourself, don't you know what it means to make a fortune with a muffled voice?"

Tang Ming glared at her, Shu Yiting quickly shut up, and then said: "It is not allowed at other times, but there is no limit on the date of submission, if you want to eat, you can go a few more times in a while."

"You don't need to say it!"

Tang Ming raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes returned to the seafood, the oysters had been tried, what about the scallops and abalone?

Thinking about it, Tang Ming began to quickly turn the ingredients on the charcoal fire.

In general, if you put some vermicelli or something in the scallop meat of a restaurant, you will basically lose the meat. But what Tang Ming was cooking in his hand could see the flow of mouths.

The big shell pillars and skirts were cut into several large pieces by him, soaked in the sauce made from oyster sauce and some spices, and the scallop shells as big as his face directly turned into ready-made small pots, gurgling and churning, and every time the juice splashed, he could see the shellfish covered in sauce vibrating.

"Alright!"

Paying attention to the heat, Tang Ming took it all down when the sauce was thickened, but it was not completely viscous.

Let the old iron eat at will, Tang Ming couldn't wait to take one, pick up a piece of shell pillar and put it in his mouth.

The first thing you feel is the salty aroma brought by the sauce, but under the deliberate control, the rich sauce does not hide the sweetness of the scallops.

It can be said that a small shell pillar gathers all the tastes that can be tasted by seafood, which is far from being comparable to oysters.

Of course, the scallops in Tang Ming's hands, in addition to the above advantages, also have the biggest feature, that is, they are large.

Quantitative change causes qualitative change. The scallops, which are already delicious, give people a feeling of fullness under their huge size. That feeling is definitely not comparable to eating a dozen or so small scallop meat in one go. It's going to feel like it's all coming naturally.

"This is also delicious!" Shu

Yiting and Lao Tie naturally couldn't see Tang Ming eating so sweetly alone. also started to eat one after another, grinning one by one, but they didn't give up chewing at all, fanning the cold air into their mouths, and expressing their love inarticulately.

Tang Ming smiled slightly, set the second batch of oysters and scallops on fire, and began to process the abalone.

Abalone barbecue, to be honest, isn't the best thing to do. Because the abalone meat is too thick, it can't be completely flavored by grilling alone, and many times there is a taste on the outside, but it is still so bland in the middle.

But at this moment, Tang Ming used a special technique to cut the abalone in the center of the abalone before cooking, and stuffed some oyster sauce and other seasonings.

At this moment, under the high temperature baking, the abalone on the outside blooms because of the cross knife, and the juice begins to flow inside.

After roasting for a while, Tang Ming poured out all the soup flowing out of the abalone shell, put it into a small pot, added a little garlic and turmeric, and added a little tapioca starch to thicken, and the soup that was light just now immediately became golden and viscous.

Remove the grilled abalone from the heat, drizzle with golden abalone sauce and sprinkle with chopped green onions. Charcoal-grilled golden abalone is finished.

"Tsk, this is a good look!" couldn't

wait to take one, Shu Yiting watched the slowly flowing thick sauce permeate the surface of the abalone's blooming flower knife, and stretched out her chopsticks to slowly clip into her mouth.

Then she whined indistinctly through her nose.

"Brother Huaxia, your craftsmanship, my brothers have taken it!" If

you want to say that oysters and scallops with some minced garlic are still in Lao Tie's understanding, this abalone evenly covered by abalone juice after thickening is completely beyond their imagination.

It's appalling that survival in the wild can do this. With this kind of appearance now, let alone ordinary restaurants, even if you enter a star-rated restaurant, you have to make a chef's hand to make it.

chewing on the soft and glutinous abalone meat after the Q bomb in their mouths, the two couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts at all and applauded loudly.

All around, watching a few people eat all the way, the survivors who didn't blink their eyes from beginning to end, they didn't know how many times they swallowed their saliva, and Lao Tie's loud shout made their stomachs beat drums.

In the distance, the referee and the others had already stopped their work, looking at the seafood feast in front of Tang Ming and the others with a stupid face, only to feel that the worms in their mouths were about to crawl out.

Guarding the central island, they are naturally much better than the survivors in terms of eating, but it is almost impossible to eat a delicious meal here.

At this moment, the survivor showed his face, so that the referee and his party felt that they were hallucinating, they were the survivors, and the guy opposite who was so good at cooking and eating without scruples was the real keeper.

was uneven, but Tang Ming took a bamboo basket loaded with more than 10 oyster scallops or something, and walked towards the referee.

"The person in charge, I didn't stop at this time, I did a little too much, do you see if you can help eat a few, otherwise we won't be able to finish eating and it will be wasted, right?"

Referees, you look at me, I'll look at you. Suddenly I couldn't laugh or cry.

What the hell is going on with this Nima? The survivors still invited themselves to eat?

In front of everyone's eyes, several people had the heart to ignore it. But it didn't last two minutes, and the fragrance wafting in the wind around me began to go straight to my head.

"Why don't we try?".