Chapter 30 Lamb Kebabs "There are four things I won't eat with this mutton!" "I won't eat it if it's too raw. Lamb has a strong flavor to begin with, and I hate the kind that leaves a puddle of water when I bite it." "I won't eat anything that's too tough. Mutton is tough when it's old. Steaks that are too thick and too tough will get stuck in my teeth." "I won't eat if there's not enough meat. Lamb has the most fat. I just ate two bites and it was gone. I felt unsatisfied." "I won't eat too much meat. Lamb is good, but if you eat too much, you'll get irritated, and I don't want it to interfere with my ability to eat other things." Hiss, there are so many requirements for eating lamb. Charlie was also shocked. Mr. Dou was quite picky. He didn't expect that his plate of vanilla lamb violated two taboos at once: it was too raw and too little. "So, Mr. Bean, what kind of mutton do you like?" "Hey, let me tell you something else. I have four other things I'm proud of: mutton." "My favorite is the mutton soup, which is made with slices of lamb, liver and tripe. Put the prepared sesame sauce in a bowl, scoop up two tablespoons of milky white boiling hot mutton soup, and finally sprinkle some coriander. Have a sesame cake with each bite of the cake and a sip of the soup. It is really satisfying."
"My second favorite is the lamb ribs. The lamb spine is braised until soft and tender, then poured into a large iron pot. No cutlery is needed, just eat with your hands. After you chew the meat close to the bone, you can suck the marrow. It's both tough and soft, and they're perfect." "The third favorite is stir-fried lamb with green onions and lamb with cumin. They are both good dishes to go with rice. The lamb is sliced and fried until fragrant and tasty. The spices in the dish are very important. Hey, one plate of stir-fried vegetables and two bowls of rice will keep you from feeling tired after a day's work." "The fourth is the mutton skewers. The mutton is cut into cubes and strung together, with four lean and one fat. It is grilled over charcoal, smoked, and sprinkled with seasonings. The flavor comes out immediately. When you turn over a handful of skewers, even gods would tremble three times." After Liu Yonglu expressed his views, Charlie nodded frequently. His ancestors were all chefs and he himself also studied cooking. The four dishes Mr. Dou mentioned were simply unheard of, but when he thought about it carefully, they seemed to make sense. While Liu Yonglu and Charlie were talking, Lewis was listening beside them, sipping red wine. The main purpose of today's banquet was to win over Liu Yonglu. It would be good if he could go to three out of ten banquets organized by others. To Lewis, what Liu Yonglu just said was not just a gourmet experience. He was a smart man and had already silently deduced Liu Yonglu's origin from it! Not only Charlie had never eaten these four kinds of delicacies, he had never eaten them either. Lewis had no curse on him. When he was young, he had traveled all over the country and visited many countries. The Kingdom of Mosesad is just the tip of the iceberg of this world. It is a tiny country on an island in the far west. There is a wild primitive continent in the south of this world and a mysterious ancient golden country in the east. There are countless national civilizations. The customs and food of these countries are very different from those of Mosesad and the surrounding kingdoms. The four dishes mentioned by Mr. Dou not only have unconventional cooking methods, but also use unusual parts of ingredients. The Mosesad people would never eat internal organs and spine. From this, it can be seen that Mr. . Nivar must have come from another country, which may be very far away from Mosesad, and the residents there have mastered knowledge about gods far beyond their imagination. Lewis had already determined Liu Yonglu's nature in his heart, but he was only half right. Liu Yonglu was indeed a foreigner, far away enough that they were not in the same world. As for the knowledge he possessed about the gods... Thinking of this, Lewis's intention to win over the believers became even stronger. He suddenly stood up and knocked on the wine glass with the silver spoon in his hand. With the crisp collision sound, all the believers stopped talking and looked at him. "You may not have thought that Mr. Bean is not only a humble mystic scholar, but also a gourmet in the field of gourmet cooking. Since we are gathered at Charlie Manor today, why not let Mr. Bean show off his cooking skills and let everyone taste his superb cooking skills." After Lewis finished speaking, the senior officials at the long table suddenly became noisy. These people were wealthy nobles in the swamp, and they were all extravagant and picky eaters. At this time, they also wanted to flatter Liu Yonglu, the big shot in the sect, so they all started to make a fuss and fawn on him. Where is Liu Yonglu? He doesn't care. Anyway, the next task has been set, and it will be over after waiting. Lewis will have to write the diary for a week, and it will take time to change the uniform and work badge. He has nothing to do these days, so he might as well accompany them to play. Thinking of this, he sat up from his chair with a toothpick in his mouth, ready to show off his skills. Charlie was the next person to stand up. Mr. Bean was now a rising star in the cult, so he was just a joke when asked to cook. How could he really let him do it? He said he would let the chef do it and just give him instructions. "Mr. Dou, I have called the three best chefs in the kitchen. If you need any ingredients or kitchenware, just tell me and I will ask them to prepare them." "Push a stove over here, the kind with open charcoal and open flames, cut the mutton into cubes, both fat and lean, get some iron and wooden skewers, and prepare the seasonings, cumin, chili powder, and salt."
Liu Yonglu was going to grill some lamb skewers on the spot. Cooking lamb soup takes time, as does cooking lamb ribs. He was worried that there would not be enough seasoning for stir-fried lamb with green onions. After much thought, he decided that lamb skewers were more convenient and delicious. After a while, the chef came in pushing the necessary things. Charlie's restaurant was already large, more than 300 square meters, and was connected to the balcony outside. At this time, the huge glass door was opened to widen the space, and the three top chefs stood on the balcony and started working. They started to move, and Liu Yonglu stood beside them with his hands on his hips, directing them: "The meat should be skewered well, four lean and one fat. Put the fat in the middle, so it tastes better when you take a bite." "Don't use your little wooden barrel to spin the seasoning. Get a plate or a bowl and sprinkle some on it with your hands." "The fire is not right. You need to spray some water. If you keep burning it like this, the meat will definitely get burnt." Liu Yonglu looked at it for a while and felt something was wrong. He turned back to the restaurant and picked up a silver round tray from the table. The tray was exquisitely crafted and not heavy. Liu Yonglu shook it twice and felt that it was just the right size. Returning to the barbecue grill on the balcony, he swung the silver plate to help fan the fire, but he didn't know how to barbecue. Barbecue looked simple but was difficult to do. After just two flashes, sparks flew up. In the end, the chef couldn't bear it anymore and took the plate away. "You go over there and skewer the meat, and let him grill it..." Liu Yonglu brought over a middle-aged chef with a perky black beard. "Um... Mr. Bean, I'm just Chef Donny's assistant. I'm afraid..." The man with a mustache was still a little embarrassed. "You roast it, and it will taste good if you roast it. I can tell from your beard that you are the right material for this!" Liu Yonglu sniffed. Beard? The middle-aged man who was pulled over was also wondering what cooking had to do with beards. He was an honest man and quickly explained: "Mr. Bean, this beard of mine is fake. I put it on because my wife likes me to have a beard." Liu Yonglu didn't know that people in Moses Sadeh's time already had the habit of wearing wigs and false beards, and considered it beautiful. Not only did the ladies in the palace occasionally change into fashionable wigs, but even men in society would wear wigs and false beards for some reason such as their profession or hobby. Especially the beard. It is very troublesome to take care of a naturally beautiful beard. Not only do you have to be very careful when eating, but you even have to cover it with a special cover when sleeping, for fear that the beard will be rubbed off and messed up. Therefore, the entire fake beard industry was born. The chef in front of you is in the same situation. His wife likes the gentlemanly style of wearing a mustache, so he bought a fake mustache and wears it every day. As he spoke, the middle-aged chef took off his beard and handed it to him. Liu Yonglu took it in his hands and compared it to his face, feeling it was quite fresh. "Okay, you continue roasting. I'll lend you this beard for two days. Also, you have to shout while roasting. The accent is the most important." "Then... Mr. Dou, what is the accent and how do you shout?" "Listen to me, lamb skewers, lamb skewers, WLMQ's lamb skewers, if you eat one, you'll want two, if you eat two, you'll want ten..." The middle-aged chef had a face full of questions, but he didn't dare to disobey the distinguished guest in front of him, so he had to imitate Liu Yonglu's accent and shout while grilling. After several chefs worked for half an hour, the skewers were finally grilled. The senior executives could smell the aroma of the grilled skewers from afar, and they also thought it was fresh, so they lined up on the balcony early, waiting to taste the mysterious dish made by Mr. Bean. At this time, on the balcony, ladies wearing elegant dresses and spraying alluring perfume took the skewers and started to eat the skewers. It must be said that the taste was really good, spicy and satisfying, fresh and juicy, which stunned the high-ranking members of the cult. Charlie had tasted it before. He closed his eyes and tasted it while recalling the various steps of making the skewers. This was a business opportunity. After joining the cult, they would need to hand in a certain amount of "donations" every month, which was not a small number. If he could sell the skewers to the towns in the swamp, it would definitely be a considerable income. "Um... Mr. Bean, I plan to sell this... lamb kebabs in my restaurant in the future. Is that okay with you?" This was Mr. Bean's secret recipe. Charlie didn't dare to steal it to make money, so he asked cautiously. "Sure... you can do it... you can also add some varieties, such as roasted chicken wings and kidneys." Liu Yonglu answered vaguely, his mouth full of mutton. "Okay, then I'll notify all the restaurants tomorrow to put ..." "Don't go to a restaurant... this kind of thing... you have to set up a stall on the street to sell it. It won't taste the same if you eat it in a restaurant." Charlie was also stunned. Selling on the street? Wouldn't that make it a snack stand? But the recipe was originally someone else's, so I could sell it the way they said. Anyway, it didn't affect my making money. "Okay, Mr. Dou, I'll listen to you. I'll start the experiment in our Excel Town tomorrow." "Remember, it's okay to open the stall late in the day, but it's best to sell until late at night, so prepare some more beer on the stall."
While the two were talking, Lewis also walked to the stove. He put a white silk scarf on his hand and said with a smile: “Mr. Bean, please give me two strings too.” When he was closer, Liu Yonglu noticed that in addition to the emerald ring on Lewis' right hand, he also wore a silver bracelet. Tied to the bracelet was the small key that he used to open the drawer in his study! It's a new week again. Before going to work in the morning, take a look and have some fun. This will keep you energetic for the whole day. I wish you all a happy week. (End of this chapter)