The direction looks slightly frowned.
"Nina, help her."
"She's drunk, will sir be angry?"
Mel shrugged: "Someone must say goodbye to her. I heard that Chinese people always drink a lot of alcohol when they leave. Getting drunk has the advantage of being drunk. At least when you fall asleep, you won't disturb Mr. Jiang. "
All Lin Kesong knew was that Nina helped her up the quiet and cold stairs, followed by a driver with luggage.
Mel opened a door for Lin Kesong, and Nina laid her down on the bed. It didn't take long for her to have a glass of mint water on her lips, and the fresh mint smell entangled between her lips and teeth, flowing down her throat, and the whole person felt a lot more comfortable.
After a while, everything quieted down, Mel closed the door when he left, and said softly, "Good night."
The bed was soft, like a giant marshmallow. The sound of traffic and chatter and laughter outside the small window disappeared completely. It was the first time she had been away from the hustle and bustle to enjoy this kind of near-absolute tranquility in such a long time in New York.
Not long after he slept, Lin Kesong felt thirsty.
Her cup was clearly placed beside the bed, but she couldn't even touch it now. She got up and got down on the bed, stepped on the ground with her bare feet for a long time, and finally stepped on her shoes. But no matter where, she couldn't find her water glass.
She walked out of the house with her head so heavy that she could barely open her eyes. She held on to the wall and kept groping forward until she saw a gap in the ground revealing a little light.
Lin Kesong narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Someone here. Someone can find water to drink! She cheered and shouted for her ingenuity in her heart!
Opened the door and the room was big enough to…
Lin Ke Song tried his best to focus his attention on the coffee table in front of the sofa. There stood a glass with half a glass of water in it, quietly reflecting a heartwarming light.
Without saying a word, Lin Kesong lifted the cup and gulped down two or three mouthfuls.
Just when her lungs were so moistened by the glass of water that they seemed to fly, a cold voice came from not far away.
"Who allowed you to enter here?"
Such a unique voice, adorned with the night, carries a certain indescribable elegance and alienation.
Lin Kesong stood up, only to see a man in a white shirt walking slowly from the terrace.
The soft light of pale silver poured on his shoulders, cold and without desire.
As the other party got closer and closer, Lin Kesong propped up his upper body, squinting his eyes and trying to see who the other party was.
"Mel didn't tell you the rules here."
She tilted her head, this person was both familiar and unfamiliar.
His eyes are deep, the lines of his brow bones are beautiful, the tip of his nose has a noble temperament, and there is a gap between his lips.
Lin Kesong looked there hard, her heart was inexplicably moved, and something kept passing her heart.
"What did you say… "
She wanted to see him speak. As long as he speaks, she can see clearly the place that makes people feel so emotional. Her head sticks out of the edge of the sofa and she stretches her neck.
"The same thing, don't make me say it a second time."
Could you talk a little longer
Lin Kesong moved out of the sofa again, and finally lost her focus. Just when she was about to land on the ground with both hands, the other party grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up.
His fingers were too hard, and Lin Kesong's shoulder bones ached.
"go back."
So brief again.
Just at the moment when his lips were about to tighten, Lin Kesong felt a power surge from the bottom of his heart, which drove her to grab the other person's collar and lean on it.
The other party turned his face away, Lin Kesong's lips brushed against his ears, and the warm touch was fleeting.
Lin Kesong's chin finally fell on the other person's shoulder.
His body paused slightly, and his voice dropped a syllable.
"what are you doing?"
It's like compressing the air.
"...I want to touch the tip of your tongue..."
Lin Kesong laughed twice, stretched out his finger, and just touched the gap between the other's lips, it was opened.
The back of my hand hurts a bit.
She reluctantly stretched out her hand again, her fingertips had just lifted up the other's upper lip and was about to touch the very warm place, the other party turned his face neatly and waved her hand again.
"Lin Kesong, this is the last warning to you."
Warn me about what
Lin Kesong still smiled sullenly, his eyes almost curved into crescents.
"I'm going to touch the tip of your tongue! Don't touch it... You bite me!"
She seems to have been looking forward to touching that place for a long time... She is always reminded by the other party when she is about to forget...
It's not fun at all to scratch your lungs! Just touch it!
Lin Kesong's fingers ran along the corners of the other's lips, as if he was already familiar with the angles that the other party avoided. Even though he had turned his face away, her fingers naturally slid in along the crevices of his lips, taking advantage of the other party's avoidance. The teeth have not yet closed, and they are on the softest place. The pulp of her fingers rested on the tip of his tongue with satisfaction, and moved slightly, the soft moist feeling was completely different from the coldness when the owner of the voice spoke...
"Ah!" Lin Kesong shouted, and suddenly retracted his hand.
Because the other party bit down mercilessly, the heart-wrenching pain caused Lin Kesong to bend down and press his fingers.
It hurts!
Must be bleeding! Bleeding!
"Didn't I just touch you? What are you doing to bite someone..." Her tongue was so stupid that she couldn't speak clearly.
Suddenly, Lin Kesong only felt that something was holding the back of her head, and a powerful force forced her to raise her head.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the other party finally determined the direction and suddenly pressed down.
The originally warm and soft place between his lips suddenly became hot, rushing into the gap between her lips without warning, swept away everything she had.
Lin Kesong slapped the opponent's shoulder hard, the fear of being overwhelmed by the opponent made her prepare to lift her knee and give him a hard blow.
It's just that before she exerted her strength, he had suddenly twisted her hand behind him, forcing her to get closer to him.
At such a distance, let alone raising her knees to attack, she could hardly breathe!
The other party turned his face to the side, and the force was squeezed exponentially, and such a kiss seemed to swallow her whole.
Just when Lin Kesong was about to cry, he stood up suddenly, and she stumbled back two steps and fell on the sofa without support.
"Next time get yourself drunk, I'll throw you out."
The other party turned and left, and there was no nostalgia for him.
Lin Kesong's lips and tongue were numb.
She doesn't want to stay here any longer!
She stood up very strong and staggered towards the door, before taking two steps before her knees hit the coffee table. She still walked to the door, but after opening the door, she found that it was pitch black on both the left and the right.
Where is this place
She must be dreaming! When you are dreaming, you can't find your way home, just keep sleeping and wait for the dream to wake up!
Lin Kesong spontaneously returned to the sofa and lay on it.
Before long, the whole room suddenly darkened.
Lin Kesong held his arm and frowned.
It's so cold... Did she kick the quilt off the bed
Reach out and touch and touch... and touch nothing.
Where did the quilt go
Something fell on her, soft, with a certain refreshing and pleasant air.
Once the mind relaxes, it begins to wander.
Lin Kesong turned over contentedly.
"Hey, wake up! Bread, wake up!"
Oops! Are you still going to pay today
Lin Kesong sat up abruptly, his forehead almost hitting the tip of the opponent's nose.
"… Mr. Mel?"
Lin Kesong looked at each other in a daze, and then looked around, and found that everything here was not familiar to him.
The white walls are flawless, and the marble floor underfoot is like a mirror.
A few steps further, there is a Scottish rug with elegant floral decoration, and even the eye can tell that its exquisite workmanship is worth a lot.
In the center of this huge room, there is a large bed. The sheets on the bed are also white. Two dark bedside tables are placed at the head of the bed, and two symmetrical modern artworks are placed on the cabinets.
The room was pretty empty, with almost no frills.
It doesn't even look like someone lives.
"Where is this place?" Lin Kesong's brain still hurts a little, but what he ate in his stomach last night has been completely digested, and he is really hungry.
☆、The first breakfast with Jiang Qianfan
Mel smiled slightly: "I sent someone to pick you up yesterday, and you were already drunk at that time. The last time I saw you last night, you slept in the room I arranged for you."
Lin Kesong rubbed her head, and she still vaguely remembered that her uncle and his friends came to see her off. The small glass of white wine they gave her was too strong. At first, she just felt choking and spicy. After a few glasses of beer, her brain completely crashed...
"This is Mr. Jiang's room. I'm curious how you got in?"
"Jiang... Mr. Jiang's room!" Lin Kesong almost fell off the sofa.
She said there was no human touch in this room! Aside from the sickly white, and other dark tones that are really unpleasant, Lin Kesong feels like he is in another world.
"I forgot to tell you that no one is allowed to enter Mr. Jiang's room except Nina and me."
At this time, Lin Kesong realized that a dark-skinned and slightly fat middle-aged woman was standing by the sofa wearing a white apron.
Her face was the same as Jiang Qianfan's, expressionless.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to!"
"It doesn't matter. Mr. Jiang allows anyone to make mistakes. But there is only one chance to make the same mistake."
Mel smiled, it sounds like his Mr. Jiang is really broad-minded.
The problem is, Lin Kesong doesn't even remember how he got here! She just remembered that she seemed to have been wandering in the darkness, like a dream with no way out.
Did he sleepwalk to Jiang Qianfan's room? Omg... it's so humiliating.
She lifted the blanket and said thank you to Mel, only to find her neck hurting badly.
"No thanks. Nina and I didn't put the blanket over you."
Lin Kesong's shoulder froze... If it wasn't for Mel and Nina, could it be that she grabbed Jiang Qianfan's blanket to cover it when she was dizzy? Oh my god! For the first time, Lin Kesong realized that he could be so cheeky!
Mel looked at his watch and reminded kindly, "Miss Lin, it is five o'clock in the morning. You still have half an hour to complete a series of things such as dressing, washing, and eating."
"Half-thirty?" Lin Kesong looked in the direction of the terrace, only to realize that the sky was only bright.
"Today, you will follow Mr. Jiang to Polar Lights, a restaurant owned by Jiang's family, to prepare lunch for Senator Thomas. This should be the first time you have entered the back kitchen of a high-end restaurant. You will be fortunate to see Mr. Jiang's early dish that was awarded the Michelin Red Treasure. The foie gras and quail, the signature dish of the three-star restaurant mentioned by Kam.”
Lin Kesong blinked, to let her enter the back kitchen of a high-end restaurant so soon
Shouldn't we start with basic skills such as knife skills and selection of ingredients
This is the speed of riding a rocket!
"Twenty-seven minutes left. Are you sure you're still wasting time in a daze?"
Without saying a word, Lin Kesong ran to the door. After opening the door, he looked at the corridors that were identical on both sides. He had no choice but to look back and ask Mel for help.
"The sixth room on your left and the second room after turning right!"
What a left turn right! What are you doing with such a big house? No utilization at all!
Lin Kesong finally found his room, quickly dug out his own toiletries from the suitcase, finished washing in three minutes, and got dressed in two minutes, which was faster than the military training in college.
Nina took her to the restaurant downstairs. At this time, Jiang Qianfan was already sitting in front of the restaurant.
Lin Kesong sat down nervously. The breakfast on the table was rich in variety, but the quantity was small. Everything was served on white porcelain tableware. Even the crisp sound when the spoon touched the edge of the porcelain bowl, as if someone had tapped on the heart.
Two crystal-transparent shrimp dumplings, a small plate of shiny spinach, two small spring rolls fried to golden brown and fragrant, and a side dish of fried lotus root and red pepper.
Lin Kesong raised his head, Jiang Qianfan's expression was quiet and indifferent. The morning light touched his side face, creating a sacred sense of abstinence.
Mel smiled at Lin Kesong and stretched out two fingers, indicating that she only had twenty minutes left to eat.
It's such a pity that such a hearty breakfast only takes 20 minutes to taste! She didn't want to be like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and she didn't know what it would taste like after eating it.
Just why... Jiang Qianfan only has a bowl of porridge in front of him? Or did he come down earlier, so he had already finished eating
Lin Kesong knew that she was now Jiang Qianfan's student, at least a temporary student. The teacher didn't say anything, so her apprentice had better not ask any questions.
Mel took out his tablet and read Jiang Qianfan's noteworthy news of the day in a gentle and professional voice, including some industry news from the catering industry.
Most of them, Lin Kesong could not understand. She just needs to concentrate on her breakfast.
Take a sip of porridge first, the rice has been boiled to give a unique rice fragrance, with green vegetables, a little salty taste, and suddenly feel very comfortable all over the body. Take another bite of the crystal shrimp dumplings. The skin is thin but elastic. The feeling of the shrimp meat hitting the teeth is really wonderful. The deliciousness of the shrimp meat and the green beans are just right. Not greasy.
The skin of the small spring rolls is also crisp and thin. When the teeth bite down, the skin cracks in the mouth, the soft mushroom slips into her mouth, and the slight spicy taste spreads between the tongue like some kind of shock. .
Lin Kesong guessed in his heart that these breakfasts should not be made by Jiang Qianfan... Looking at Nina again, Lin Kesong basically understood.
Even Nina has such superb cooking skills, she will definitely have many different experiences with Jiang Qianfan!
From beginning to end, Jiang Qianfan didn't say a word to Lin Kesong, or even looked up in her direction.
Although his eyesight couldn't tell the identity of others, at least he knew that Lin Kesong was sitting opposite him.
Probably... He wasn't too happy that he entered his room without permission yesterday.
Moreover, he was a cold person.
The opposite Jiang Qianfan put down the spoon, and Mel handed him a cloth towel. He folded the cloth and pressed it lightly on his lips.
All this seemed intellectual and polite, and Lin Kesong felt like he was appreciating the pictures of a movie.
"Let's go." Jiang Qianfan got up and left the dining table.
Lin Kesong looked at Mel, didn't he say that there are still twenty minutes left
Mel shook his head regretfully, motioning for Lin Kesong to follow quickly.
But she still has so much left to eat! Wasting food may be avenged by food in the future!
Lin Kesong poured the porridge into his mouth in two mouthfuls, crunched the remaining spring rolls, and stuffed the shrimp dumplings in one bite. All of this happened within three seconds, and Mel, who was standing on the side, was stunned.
Lin Kesong followed behind Jiang Qianfan.
Looking at the tall and straight back of the other party, Lin Kesong had a strange feeling that Jiang Qianfan was alienating her.
Although he is cold to anyone, if he really doesn't want to see her, and he doesn't want her to follow him like a little tail, then why would he say he is willing to be her mentor
Don't guess a man's mind.
The mind of a handsome man who has a successful career and can't see, let alone guess.
The driver was already standing by the door waiting for Jiang Qianfan.
When he sat in, Lin Kesong felt hesitant. Where should she sit? Is it Jiang Qianfan's side, or is it the co-pilot's position? Mel's arrival answered Lin Kesong's question very well.
Because he took the co-pilot's seat, which meant that Lin Kesong could only sit with Jiang Qianfan.
In such a small space, Lin Kesong smelled the somewhat familiar but more unfamiliar masculine breath once again.
She knew that it was Jiang Qianfan's taste.
She smelled it when she took him to eat a belly and bent over to wipe the tabletop.
It's very light and light, and only when you peel off all the miscellaneous smells can you feel such a subtle little bit. But it was just a little bit, like some kind of power, pulling Lin Kesong's sense of smell, constantly investigating the root cause, looking for the purest source.
The car drove out of this community and gradually drove towards the city.
Their destination is Manhattan, and it will take at least an hour and a half to drive there.
The car was silent, without any sound.
Mel didn't speak, the driver was silent, and even the radio was turned off. This may be normal for them, but it is very embarrassing for Lin Kesong. She could only turn her head and look out the window, looking at the unchanging scenery.
After entering the city, the voices outside the car window became richer, and Lin Kesong's inexplicable embarrassment finally disappeared, and she no longer had to feel the silence and indifference of the man beside her.
When the car was about to approach an intersection, two uniformed police officers chased a young man in a hat. The young man rushed to the road desperately, and the car that was turning had to turn the steering wheel at a greater angle and apply the brakes. .
Lin Kesong's neck felt like it was being twisted, and she fell to the side, her face hitting Jiang Qianfan's shoulder.
Jiang Qianfan raised a hand, just to block Lin Kesong's side face.
The car stopped, and Mel exhaled: "Young people are crazy these days! Are you in a hurry to see God?"
Lin Kesong's profile could still feel the warmth of Jiang Qianfan's palm.
His expression did not change at all, and he was unmoved by everything just now.
Lin Kesong thought he would withdraw his hand soon, but as if time stood still, his palm still supported her face.
☆、Polar Lights
Even the temperature of the palm is rising like an illusion, becoming slightly hot.
"Mel, remember to ask her to wipe her face after breakfast next time."
Jiang Qianfan spoke with a cool voice and a steady pace.
Lin Kesong touched his face, er... the residue of the small spring rolls was still on his face.
Mel pulled the corners of his lips and handed over the tissue.
Jiang Qianfan's action of wiping his palm was very eye-catching in Lin Kesong's eyes.
It's a bit like looking at the male god affectionately, and the male god said I saw eye feces in your eyes.
Lin Kesong glanced at Jiang Qianfan's hand subconsciously, what Mel had said echoed in her mind, and she saw many fine wounds between his slender fingers. They are very light in color and should have been slashed by a very sharp blade. There are even such marks on his tiger's mouth and the back of his hand. On the wrist of his left hand is a finely crafted men's watch, but on the edge of the watch, a circular scar that has been scalded can be faintly seen.
Mel said that Jiang Qianfan shut himself in the kitchen to practice for eight years.
This is his price.
Chefs at other star-rated restaurants may have been scratched with knife blades and splashed with oil in the process of honing their skills. But the pain they have experienced in their life because of their pursuit of cooking skills may not be as profound as Jiang Qianfan felt in one day.
Lin Kesong exhaled in his heart.
She really didn't feel any sympathy for Jiang Qianfan. Because sympathy is for those who are weaker than yourself.
Jiang Qianfan was obviously much stronger than the average person in both strength and heart.
The car started again, heading for their destination.
There are many fine dining restaurants in Manhattan. For a long time, Lin Kesong's impression of high-end western restaurants is like the domestic wave hotel, with first-class pomp and decoration. But after coming here, she realized that the atmosphere and atmosphere are more important, as well as the one-to-one VIP service.
Polar Lights does not have a very arrogant facade, similar to other ordinary western restaurants.
It was only after walking in that I felt a sense of wonder. The nostalgic textured floor, the casual and elegant velvet, the picturesque pictures hanging on the walls, and the various strange shapes made of empty sauce jars and milk bottles make Lin Kesong feel fresh.
She followed Jiang Qianfan into the back kitchen and walked through the narrow passage.
Many people bowed their heads and saluted Jiang Qianfan.
"Good morning, chief!"
Such voices come and go.
From their expressions and voices, Lin Kesong could feel a kind of respect close to worship.
Jiang Qianfan didn't speak, he just followed the voice and looked in the direction of everyone, nodding slightly.
There are still a few hours before the official opening, but everyone is busy and busy.
Mel turned around and said to Lin Kesong: "In a good restaurant, the starting point of all delicious dishes is preparation. The preparation of ingredients, the preparation of cooking tools, and even putting yourself into that state, every link are all important."
Lin Ke Song nodded.
When Jiang Qianfan walked past them, everyone lowered their heads and focused on the work in their hands. Some are kneading the dough, some are preparing the sauce, and some are wiping the countertop.
As if they were doing more than just food.
When another door opened, Lin Kesong was stunned.
This is a kitchen almost identical to Jiang Qianfan's villa!
A middle-aged man dressed in a white chef's shirt was waiting for Jiang Qianfan in front of the stage.
"I've been looking forward to this for a long time, Chef!"
He stretched out his hand, and Jiang Qianfan shook hands with him without hesitation.
"I'm going to bother you today too, Chef Brody."
"It's my honor to work with you." Brody's eyes crossed Jiang Qianfan's shoulder and landed on Lin Kesong, "Is this... a newcomer who wants to join our team?"
Just as Lin Kesong was about to wave his hand to indicate that the other party had misunderstood, Jiang Qianfan had already said, "She doesn't have that qualification yet."
Well... another knife.
Mel whispered in Lin Croissant's ear: "This is the executive chef of Polar Lights, Brody. In his creation, the brandy-sautéed sea bass was Michelin-starred as a two-star restaurant's signature dish two years ago. Introduced by Hong Bao Jian, his fried quail eggs with truffle and foie gras was also the signature dish when Polar Lights was rated as a three-star restaurant last year. He is the chef that Mr. Jiang trusts and admires the most.”
Such excellent talents are all working for Jiang Qianfan. What level of level can Jiang Qianfan be able to convince this Brody
Jiang Qianfan took off his suit jacket and put on the chef's white shirt like Brody. He pulled back his hair and put on the chef's white hat.
Gao Jie's forehead and brow bones that are subconsciously traced by the sight are clearer, and the originally dull eyes seem to be lit up with starlight, as if the entire space is set on fire.
Lin Kesong and Mel could only watch from the sidelines, could not speak, and could not do anything that would disturb their work.
"Are all the ingredients needed for Senator Thomas's menu ready?" Jiang Qianfan came to the faucet and rinsed his hands very carefully.
"It's ready. You can come and pick out the final ingredients."
Brody took out a tray with a few quails in it and placed it on the counter.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand, stroked each quail, determined their size, and felt their flesh and fat with his fingers. In the end, he chose two.
This is followed by foie gras, asparagus, various side dishes and more.
Jiang Qianfan selects everything carefully. His standards are very strict. When handling these ingredients, he will be keenly aware of the subtle flaws.
The whole process was orderly, and the tacit understanding between Jiang Qianfan and Brody hardly required verbal communication.
When the quails had been simmered in the long-made broth, Jiang Qianfan started cooking the appetizers at the same time.
Lin Kesong could only see Jiang Qianfan handling Jiaobai very skillfully. Brody boils pork rinds in front of a soup pot.
She tilted her head, not knowing what they were making.
Then the peas, carrots, celery, and eggs are all sliced and set aside.
Lin Kesong followed Jiang Qianfan's movements. Before each knife, he would stroke the ingredients on the table with his fingers to determine its length, size, texture, etc. For each ingredient, the angle of the knife was slightly different.
The crisp sound of the blade touching the countertop after cutting through the ingredients has a unique melodious rhythm.
Although Lin Kesong had no idea what was going on, she could deeply feel that every moment here was the result of eight years of practice and study.
At this time, Jiang Qianfan took a handful of peas, crushed them with the back of the knife, put them on a plate with the face of the knife, then took a small spoon, scooped up a little bit, and put it between his lips and sipped it. , "Brody."
Brody turned around without saying a word, took the pea mash, and handed over a small spoonful of boiled pork rind soup.
Jiang Qianfan held the spoon, and after the soup stayed between his lips and teeth for less than a second, he nodded, "Very good."
Brody smiled and poured the mashed peas into the pork rind soup.
Everything is loose, and no pattern can be seen.
But everything seems to be on a predetermined trajectory, and every step Jiang Qianfan takes is on that trajectory impartially.
Lin Kesong thought it was amazing that she stood in the kitchen for four full hours without feeling the slightest tiredness.
It was not until Mel received a call to tell them that Congressman Thomas and his friend had arrived, and Jiang Qianfan started cooking the foie gras. Whether it's the act of slicing the butter, or the smoothness of feeding the foie gras into the frying pan, it's hard to believe he has a vision problem.
First up was the cabbage and mint soup.
The cabbage leaves were completely removed from the soup, leaving only a few tender mint leaves floating on the transparent soup surface. The soup was not filled immediately. Jiang Qianfan scooped up some with a disposable spoon and tasted it. After nodding, Brody put them into a special bowl.
It's like a quiet lake reflecting the shadows of trees, so simple yet visually elegant.
Lin Kesong subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Cabbage is a very ordinary vegetable. In her heart, it is far less elegant than asparagus, but it is brought to the table of high-end restaurants, and even used to entertain members. She really wanted to know what it would taste like.
At this time, Jiang Qianfan did not stop busy.
Brody took out something like jelly from the refrigerator and brought it to Jiang Qianfan.
He cut off a small piece with a knife and put it into his mouth again.
When he was holding the small piece of transparent jelly, he lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes drooped, Lin Kesong couldn't help turning his face, trying to see his expression clearly.
Then he leaned down, stretched his arms, and took out a mold. At that moment, his back and neck stretched out sexy and tense lines, which made his heart beat faster.
Brody placed a diced topping on his left hand.
Jiang Qianfan cooked them into a fragrant sauce and poured them on the frozen film.
And Brody turned around and made the final loading.
The whole dish exudes a very textured sheen.
Mel leaned slightly to Lin Kesong who was stunned, and explained in a low voice, "This is the appetizer, pea and shrimp jelly. Appetizer plays a very important role in Western food. It is similar to and different from Chinese appetizers. The appetizer should help open up the appetite and connect with the main course afterward to create a coherent taste experience.”
Lin Kesong nodded as if he understood.
And Jiang Qianfan did not stop. Brody also took the quail out of the saucepan.
The chi chi sound of fried foie gras was inexplicably moving.
There are no fancy seasonings, and the seasonings added by Jiang Qianfan are also the most common. After the outer skin turned a pleasing light yellow, Jiang Qianfan stuffed it into the belly of the quail, and after slightly tumbling the quail in the frying pan, Brody sent them into the oven.
The hungry scent in the air made Lin Kesong almost unable to stand.