Chapter 1095: Oily lionfish

It’s okay to eat sweets once in a while, Xiao Peng really can’t stand it every day. Xiao Peng usually loves spicy food, especially in the past two days in Cuba, Xiao Peng misses spicy food even more.
According to the custom of Xiao Peng's hometown, seafood is ‘fresh’, so the most common cooking methods are ‘boiled’ and ‘steamed’ to keep the original flavor, but now Xiao Peng wants spicy food. How to eat spicy food? Sichuan flavor is very good.
Many places in China love spicy food, such as Hunan, Sichuan, etc. Uh, it’s not wrong to say that people in these places are the biggest liars in the country. Almost everyone has been fooled like this. "It's not spicy, eat it!"
After Xiao Peng scraped and washed the scales of the fish, he threw all the small fish into the iron pan, and the three lionfish were cut several times with a knife and then they were thrown into the pan, sprinkled with salt, put in the green onion, and pepper, and poured Soy sauce, after comparing celery and rice peppers, he waved his hand to Sun Pengcheng: "Come here, make a horse-kill-chicken for the fish!"
Sun Pengcheng was taken aback: "Me?"
"Nonsense, teach you how to make fish! If you learn from now on, you can show your skills if you go out to train in the wild! Besides, I still want to do pomfret." Xiao Peng said.
With a cry, Sun Pengcheng began to knead the salt and soy sauce with the fish. Xiao Peng cleaned the viscera of the pomfret, washed it, and sliced ​​a few slices on the fish, and then sprinkled rice wine soy sauce and pepper noodle salt on it, and then began to "horse-kill-chicken".
At this time, Garcia and the others came back. They saw Sun Pengcheng rubbing fish there, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Peng smiled and said, "This is called delicious taste." After that, he took out a can of Pixian Douban and poured it on the fish: "Okay, just pickle it for a while."
After hearing this, Sun Pengcheng looked puzzled and asked Xiao Peng, "That's it? Can I eat it raw?"
"Eat it raw!" Xiao Peng washed the palm leaves that Garcia picked back, patted the green onion, and garlic, and laid them on the palm leaves, and then put the marinated pomfret on the zong leaves. Finally, the potato slices and rice pepper are spread on the pomfret fish. After all this is done, the fish is wrapped in palm leaves.
After doing all this, he found an iron plate, diluted the yellow mud and put it on the iron plate, put the whole palm-wrapped fish in the yellow mud, and put the iron plate on the campfire to roast.
"This is..." Neither Garcia nor Dana had seen this way of making fish.
Xiao Peng said: "This is called yellow mud braised fish. It is an inspiration from China's cooking method called "Called Huaji". But it is better to make freshwater fish, and it can better remove the smell of freshwater fish. taste."
After Xiao Peng washed the yellow mud in his hands, he took the lionfish processed by Sun Pengcheng, broke a few eggs and rubbed them on the lionfish, and sprinkled a thin layer of corn flour on it. After the oil in the pot is heated, the lionfish is put into the oil pot, and a scent comes out.
Xiao Peng used two bamboos to cut two long chopsticks and turned the fish in the oil pan over to fry it on both sides.
After the lionfish is fried, the cleaned small fish are sprinkled with corn flour and put in the pan in one go, and the small fish is deep-fried and fried before being taken out.
"Can you eat it?" Sun Pengcheng stretched out his hand to try a small fish.
Xiao Peng tapped his chopsticks on his hand: "What are you so anxious about? It's still early!"
Sun Pengcheng sniffed: "This is already very fragrant!"
Xiao Peng looked at him with disgust, put the green onion, and garlic in a frying pan to fry, pour in water and cooking wine, and then directly sprinkle in half a bag of chili powder. Xiao Peng took another handful of sesame seeds and threw them into the pot. After the pan is cooked, put the fried big fish and small fish in the pan. When it is simmered, chop up the chopped green and red peppers and throw them into the pan. When the bottom soup in the pot was about to simmer, Xiao Peng brought the pot out: "Fuck it! Damn, what are you doing?"
The three people nearby looked at the fish in the pot without turning their eyes, and their saliva flowed out. The smell of this fish is indeed too domineering. Although it looks very spicy, but it makes people can't help but drool, and can't wait to taste it right away.
Xiao Peng pointed to the iron pan: "Don't hold it back, try it! Don't eat the lionfish first, eat the small fish first, the lionfish will taste better when the temperature drops."
Sun Pengcheng and Garcia had already used bamboo to make their own chopsticks and waited for a long time. After hearing these words, the two of them directly dropped the chopsticks and each caught a small fish and chewed in their mouths.
"What about me and me?" Dana was a little anxious, she didn't know how to use chopsticks.
Xiao Peng directly reached out and took out a small fish from the pot and handed it to her: "Eat slowly, it's spicy and hot."
Dana took the fish: "The bones haven't been dealt with yet?"
Xiao Peng smiled and said: "It's been fried and crispy, just eat together. But I remind you, it's very spicy." He doesn't want to learn from Sichuanese and so on. He fools people and says things are not spicy. As a result, when people grinned and grinned after eating, they chuckled and ate things indifferently, giving people a look of contempt by the way. . . . . .
Dana smiled: "I've been in Canada, and I've eaten a lot of spicy food. I'm not afraid."
Xiao Peng shrugged: "I hope so. Anyway, I remind you!"
Dana took a relaxed bite, and after chewing twice, she exhaled desperately, "I'm going, it's so spicy! Where's the wine? Where's the wine?"
This is very Cuban, Xiao Peng really didn't see people drinking water here, except for the juice is wine. There are sugarcane juice sellers everywhere on the street, and the wine is mainly rum-beer is too expensive, not as good as rum.
However, Xiao Peng prepared beer here. Xiao Peng is still not used to drinking rum directly. He still likes cocktails made with rum.
Dana got better after drinking beer, Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Spicy, right?"
Dana nodded, then. . . . . . He picked up a small fish and stuffed it in his mouth.
Xiao Peng laughed, this is the charm of spicy food, even if it is not spicy, people can't help but continue to eat.
Speaking of this ‘spicy’ does not belong to the sense of taste, but the sense of pain.
Some people say that people do not feel pain when eating chili, but instead have a feeling of being burnt. People can't help but continue to eat because people have a natural tendency to abuse. Uh, it's really not the case. This is because the "capsaicin receptor" in the human body is working back, and he will amplify this burning sensation. Sometimes the irritation caused by the spicy taste is too great to make the nerve cells in the body die. It hinders the perception of pain. . . . . . But this is not a bad thing, but a good thing, because if there are few such nerve cells, it will speed up the body's metabolism!
That’s why we see that many girls who love spicy food have very good skin. Of course, this should also be divided into physique. Some people have acne on their faces and can only blame their own physique.
Sun Pengcheng likes to eat spicy food. He has eaten one bite a lot. Now he is flushed and sweating on his head, but still can't stop: "Enjoy!"
Xiao Peng blinked: "Brother, don't you not eat the little fish from the belly of this fish?"
"It's so delicious, it's a fool if you don't eat it!" Sun Pengcheng said vaguely.
Xiao Peng laughed after hearing this, picked up his chopsticks and picked a piece of small fish and tasted it: "The taste is not bad. Go back to teach Xiaoqiu and ask him to join Qianliyan's cafeteria menu."
"Eat this in the cafeteria?" Garcia looked envious.
After hearing this, Sun Pengcheng looked disdainful: "Garcia, you have never been to Peng Ge's fishing grounds. The canteen there eats better than five-star hotels."
Xiao Peng waved his hand: "It's not so exaggerated. After all, the people on my island do hard work, so it should be a good meal, right? Fishing itself is hard work and makes people hungry. Who will work for you!"
Sun Pengcheng licked the spicy oil on his fingers in an unimaginative way, took a bottle of beer and drank it: "Cool! You said Brother Peng, this kind of life is really good! Look at the Cuban people, Even though we all think they are poor, how comfortable is their life? There is no pressure, which is like us. To make money and work hard, look at them, eat and drink, eat and drink on the beach every day, this life is still Isn't it good? There is no pressure at all, okay?"
Xiao Peng pointed in a direction: "Look, there are people crying there too? No matter how happy, there is a bad side."
Sun Pengcheng looked at the direction of Xiao Peng’s finger. A girl was sitting there crying on the beach. He shrugged,
A woman must be aggrieved if she shed tears. You still have to work hard to make money, and you won’t suffer too much. Wronged."
Xiao Peng Youyou said: "Life is unsatisfactory. There are eight to nine times. No matter how much money you have, there are times when you are wronged. Have you not seen my mom doing stupid things at the time, and you still have no way to get me up. Rich people also have troubles. Look at Bloomberg, and every day he breaks his heart for his children; Eminem also breaks his heart for his children every day; are they not rich? Life is impossible without worrying."
Sun Pengcheng blinked after hearing this: "Brother Peng, what do you mean, you also envy the life of this Cuban?"
Xiao Peng shook his head: "No, no, no, I mean everyone is wronged, but the poor are wronged, so they can only sit on the beach with a bottle of wine and cry on the side of the road, and you have What about money? You can cry in a luxury car; you can cry in a luxury mansion; you can cry in Paris; you can cry in Dubai; you cry in any beautiful corner of the world. You cry more tastefully than the poor."
"Brother Peng, I have done your bowl of poisonous chicken soup." Sun Pengcheng took a sip of beer.
Xiao Peng laughed: "So, if you have money, you can live a good life, if you don't have money, you can live a good mood. Otherwise, you will not be as good as others when you cry. You kid hurry up and get the cigar thing done. Can you sit in a luxury car and cry on your own?"
Sun Pengcheng's face turned green: "Brother Peng, can we expect me to order something? Why do you think of me crying? Damn, Agassi, you eat less, save me some!"
Xiao Peng looked at the three people who were trying hard to eat fish there. He suddenly rolled his eyes and took out a small box from his pocket: "Twenty dollars, someone else? Now it only costs twenty dollars, and tomorrow it will be two hundred dollars. !"
The three of them were curious about what Xiao Peng took out, but after seeing it clearly, Sun Pengcheng was completely speechless.
Ma Yinglong hemorrhoid cream? Brother Peng, can't I kneel for you?