This will take a long time later.

Before, the store carried out for twenty minutes just to prepare, and then put chicken soup in it and stew it over low heat. This was another hour!

Ao Muyang finished the beef soup rice. The amount of this rice was not large and he had some appetite. He could just wait to taste the charcoal-burned snails.

He was not in a hurry. The cooking process was long and difficult using snail shells as the tripod and charcoal as the fire.

From the selection of snails to the amount of carbon needed to burn snails, from the control of the heat, to the perception of the duration, the store has to be very careful to make a perfect dish.

"If the snail meat is too fat, it is not easy to pour enough soup. If the heat is too large, the snail shell will easily crack. If the amount of carbon is used, the cooking time will be too long, and the meat will grow old and hard." Kenma Kurosawa said, shaking his head, "The most difficult thing in charcoal-burning snails is actually precise control of experience and feel."

Ao Muyang asked: "Kurazawa, how good is the cooking dish with your skills?"

Kenma Kurosawa continued to shake his head: "To be honest, Ao Sang, I do know how to make this dish, but it's far worse than the chef. As far as I know, the chef has been focusing on cooking since he was 16 years old. So far, it has been fifty years! The experience accumulated in the spirit of a craftsman is really not comparable to Kenma!"

After they finished their meal, a waiter came up and removed the plate and changed into the dishes and chopsticks. In addition, a small plate was placed in front of each person, with some scallion oil inside.

The snails are roasted, and the store quickly picks out the snails with bamboo chopsticks. At this time, the snails are steaming hot. It absorbs marinade and chicken soup. The snow-white color turns into an attractive brown color. There is also a layer of golden chicken oil on the outside, which makes it tremblingly fall on the cutting board.

When I picked out the snail meat, the store patted the back of the snail shell and knocked out the tail of the snail. The tail of the snail was black and the fishing houses in Longtou Village were picked out and thrown away, but the store carefully cut it into slices.

Lu Wuyi swallowed his saliva and asked, "Master Filial Arts, can this be eaten?"

Xiaoyi and her husband smiled and said, "Oh, Lusan, this is really a good question. The cooked snail tails have delicious food like foie gras. Please be sure to try it."

The tail of the snail was first sent up, the store bowed one by one, and then went back to start cutting the snail meat.

The outside of the snail is stained with soup, but the inside is still white and tender, and it looks like a layer of snow after being cut into slices.

The store owner's flying knife was like a meteor rushing to the moon, and his hand was so fast that he could hardly see clearly. He quickly sent the snail slices on it, then washed the snail shell and stuffed something in it, and put it on a small red mud stove to roast it.

In addition, he also took a small fan and put it next to the stove and started blowing it.

Suddenly, the faint flame became violent, and a fresh fragrance spread out from the snail shell. The most amazing thing was that as the fan blew, there was a "whimper" sound, just like the sound of the wind.

Ao Muyang suddenly realized and said, "Oh, is this what to listen to the wind chanting?"

Xiaoyi and her husband nodded and laughed: "Yes, Ao Sang, come on, let us taste the deliciousness given by the ocean while it is hot. There is a rising sun in front of us and the sound of snails like wind sings in our ears. Can we still smell the fragrance of Lingwei Grass, and can we enjoy it more than this?"

Kenma Kurosawa added: "Master Tsiaoyi, you forgot the warmth of the red mud stove."

Xiaoyi and her husband smiled and said, "This guy Jianzhen is really careful. It's right. Green ant fresh wine and red mud stove. It's snowing in the evening. Can you drink a glass of nothing? Come on, everyone, let's raise our glasses and drink!"

Fortunately, he also knew that it was morning, so he ordered a pot of sake to match snail meat after the meal. This was a meal wine and there was no need to drink too much.

Ao Muyang picked a piece of snail meat and dipped it on scallion oil and stuffed it into his mouth. The snail meat was still tender after being roasted for a long time. Its deliciousness was combined with the aroma of fruit charcoal and the taste of marinade and chicken soup. Various aromas were integrated into one, which made him feel endless aftertaste.

He was very satisfied with the meal. The deliciousness of the snail meat, the sunrise in the bay in the distance, the fragrance of grass in the room and the sound of snails like the wind blowing, were truly all-round and enjoyable.

Japanese people like to spend time trying delicious food. The first piece of snail meat was eaten by Xiaoyi and her husband for two or three minutes. At this speed, after eating the snail meat on the plate, the sun rose to mid-air.

Kenma Kurosawa slowly chewed the snail meat and swallowed it. Then he looked at the sun that had jumped out of the sea outside the window. He sighed: "It's another sunny day. It looks very comfortable today. After all, spring is here."

"It's a pity that the light pollution in Tokyo is too great. Of course, the air pollution is also very great, which makes people very disappointed. Otherwise, we can see a beautiful sunrise." Takai and Yu also said.

The sun jumped out of the sea, the sea breeze blew, the water was rippling, and waves were rolling and beating on the beach in front of Xiaozhu. Under the sunshine, the waves turned orange, which seemed to dye the thick sand beach orange.

Regarding how to sell the sent cold turtle and bluefin tuna together, Ao Muyang doesn't care about it, everything is up to Lu Hu. Anyway, Lu Hu promised him that the money he had to share would definitely be more than the money he could sell it in China.

Ao Muyang came here just to visit the seafood auction at Tsukiji Market, so that he had no idea after seeing it and could return home at any time.

According to his idea, he would go back after visiting the Tsukiji Market, but they left and listened to Fengyin and returned to the hotel to rest. In the afternoon, Kazuyusuke Kamida brought Asano Hiroo to him again, saying that he was invited to attend the next day's tuna auction.

Ao Muyang understood what he meant. Kitanichi felt that the auction in the early morning was accompanied by Kenma Kurosawa, but he did not accompany him. The etiquette was unreasonable, so he planned to take the three of them to the market early tomorrow morning.

It was hard to refuse the kindness, so Lao Ao had to agree and delayed the time of returning to China.

This time, the three of them were invited to visit the market for a visit. It was Kamida Yukisuke's own decision. It had nothing to do with Haijiade's company, so they could no longer take the company's luxurious and comfortable business car, but took Kamida's own car.

Kindaichi's car is a Toyota Camry. Ao Muyang doesn't know much about the car, but from the appearance of the car, you can also see that this car is not a new model. Although it is clean, you can look at the gaps in the car body and the corners of the wheel hub and you can see that there is some dust inside it.

The Camry can accommodate up to five people, and there are exactly five people in their ranks. One car can hold it, but it is very difficult to install, and the people in the back seat will be very crowded.

When Kitanichi invited them to get on the bus, his face turned red and he kept bent down and bowing.

Fortunately, Ao Muyang and Lu Hu are both free and easy people. They don’t care about such trivial matters. It’s useless for Lu Wuyi to care about them. After he puts forward his opinions, he has to keep them himself.
Chapter completed!