civilwarnovels Chapter 2272 Gotham Music Chapter (1)
Chapter 2272 Gotham Music Chapter (1)
Chapter 2272 Gotham Music Festival (XI)
"Of course, the dishes haven't been served yet. There's only one dish now." Wanda, who squeezed over later, looked at Bruce with some confusion, wondering why this Batman didn't look very smart.
"No, I mean the dish isn't finished yet," Bruce said after looking back, "You guys are going to eat it like this?"
"What's wrong?" Wanda had already pulled the crab leg off. Jarvis next to her looked like she was trying to stop her but failed. Wanda bit open the crab leg's shell with a crunch. The moment the crab meat entered her mouth, she coughed violently twice, then began to gasp for air frantically, her face almost turning as red as her hair.
"Shit, why the fuck is this so hot??!! You stuffed an entire chili plantation in there?!!"
Magneto's face fell immediately, but he suddenly remembered that Professor X couldn't eat spicy food. If he had eaten it first, he would definitely be coughing from the spiciness. So let him swear, it is a good thing that young people are brave enough to try, and it is understandable that they have a bad temper.
Professor X hurriedly handed Wanda water, and Jarvis patted her on the back. Wanda coughed for a long time, frowned and pointed at the crab legs to Natasha, meaning that you try it.
Natasha didn't believe it. She could eat very spicy food. And because she had almost no sense of pain, she was not very sensitive to spiciness. Only very spicy food could make her feel a little spicy.
She also bit open the crab leg with a crunch and gasped for an instant. Although it was not very spicy for her, she knew that she could feel the burning pain on her tongue. This thing was not something that a normal person could eat.
She looked at Bruce with confusion, the expression of disbelief on her face was as if to say, why do you Gotham people make the crabs so spicy? What's wrong with you?
"Crab legs are not the main dish, they are the condiment." Bruce said helplessly: "I told you that the dishes are not finished yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter brought plate after plate of ingredients, one for each person, with a piece of buttered puff pastry in the middle, a dollop of sour cream cheese, green sauce, and two small basil leaves.
Jason began to work skillfully. He spread the yogurt cheese evenly in the middle of the sliced puff pastry, applied two or three smears of sauce, put the basil leaves in, picked up the crab leg and bit it lightly, squeezed the meat inside to the center, picked out a large piece of crab meat from the main part of the crab, coated it with curry sauce, scooped some crab roe with a spoon, and piled it all into the bread. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took a bite, squinting his eyes and enjoying the chewing.
Professor X suddenly understood, and his eyes fell on the yogurt cheese. Bruce introduced: "Although I don't know why, the peppers in Gotham grow harder than other plants, which makes them so spicy that they can hardly be eaten directly."
"But people in Gotham love spicy food, so they choose to use some peppers to marinate food, which can alleviate the overly spicy taste. At the same time, they add a lot of dairy products that can relieve the spiciness, and season with spices such as curry, parsley sauce, basil leaves, etc. to create spicy and rich food."
"Of course, this is a more high-end way of eating. If it is a home-cooked dish, it is usually bread spread with cheese and spicy crab legs dipped in curry and eaten together. It's just that adding some extra spiced crab meat and crab roe will make it taste better."
Schiller started to imitate Jason and asked, "The core of this dish should be the spicy crab legs, right? Is it a fisherman's recipe?"
"Yes and no. The crabs in Gotham are very large and easy to catch, so they are still the main dish for fishermen. They have no shortage of crab meat, so crab legs are generally not eaten."
"Even so, there is still a lot of meat in the crab legs. When the boat arrives at the dock, there will be special vendors collecting crab legs, pickling them into various flavors and selling them to residents. Because they are cheap and can be found everywhere, various ways of eating them have been developed."
As Jason spread the next slice of bread, he said, "You can see a stall with crabs painted on it on almost every street in the East End. Usually they will have colorful crab legs hanging on the poles at the top. That's where they sell pickled crab legs. In addition to this way of eating, I also like to eat raw onion crab leg salad."
Schiller finally finished his first loaf of bread, and Natasha finished almost at the same time as him. The female agent looked left and right and found that no one was paying attention to her, so she simply swallowed it in one bite like Jason, and Schiller did the same.
Then they all discovered that it was indeed as Bruce said, this was a very unique and rich flavor. All kinds of flavors seemed to be holding a concert in the mouth, making it almost impossible to tell what the fragrance was at first. Anyway, it was very fragrant, and the fragrance rushed straight from the nasal cavity to the brain.
After chewing it, you will find that the main aroma is of course brought by the fat in dairy products. Yogurt cheese is extremely rich and tastes a bit like dried cheese. The milky aroma is the most easily recognizable aroma for humans, and it has perfectly satisfied human appetite since primitive times.
Next comes the smell of various spices mixed together. In addition to the aroma of curry, the celery sauce applied on it also has a very rich and indescribable fragrance, a bit like condensing a forest into a mouthful of sauce. On the contrary, the taste of basil leaves is almost undetectable.
Next comes the fresh and fragrant smell brought by the crab meat and crab roe. The main body of the crab has not been processed too much, and it is obviously not cooked with the curry, but steamed first and then poured with curry, so the original sweetness of the ingredients is well preserved, and the crab roe is even more delicious and rich, extremely fresh and fragrant.
The spicy taste that should have been very prominent only came out at the last step, but it overwhelmed the others as soon as it came out, stimulating the taste buds to secrete a lot of saliva. In the end, it was fragrant, fresh and spicy. I can’t explain why it was so delicious, it was just very simply delicious.
No one spoke for a moment. Everyone was stuffing bread into their mouths one by one. The two plates of curry crab were quickly eaten up. Next, the pickled crab leg salad that Jason mentioned was served. However, it used green mangoes and shredded white radish. The crab legs were not spicy, but were pickled into a sweet and sour taste, mixed with chili and salt powder, which just relieved the greasiness brought by the cream.
After that, a large bowl of porridge was served. This porridge looked familiar to Schiller. It was a bit like the seafood casserole porridge in Chaoshan area, with a layer of rice oil floating on it. However, there were no seafood in the porridge. The seafood was served separately.
Schiller saw Bruce take a bowl of white porridge, scoop a spoonful of fried dried fish, two spoonfuls of green beans, a spoonful of fried fish skin crumbs, peanut crumbs and green pepper rings.
Next, break open the heads of the two large shrimps on another plate and squeeze the contents of the shrimp heads onto the surface of the porridge. A layer of red oil will immediately float on the white porridge. Then peel the shrimps and throw the shrimp meat in. After mixing them together, add two drops of sesame oil.
Schiller became hungrier and hungrier as he looked at it. He knew how delicious it was just by looking at it, and apparently the others felt the same way, so they immediately served themselves a bowl of porridge and added everything they could.
Of course, these are all the performance of outsiders. The people of Gotham are still picky. Pamela doesn't eat peanuts, so she took the small plate of peanuts off the plate. Jason used a spoon to crush the dried fish and fish skin into smaller pieces. Tim obviously doesn't like green peppers, and can't stand cilantro, but he poured both dishes into Jason's bowl.
Jason accepted everything that was offered to him. Having grown up in the lower class, he had a strong taste for food. He snatched both of Tim's shrimp heads and soaked them directly in the porridge. He scooped up the thick shrimp paste and shrimp oil and mixed it with the white porridge. After taking a big spoonful, he let out a satisfied sigh.
Schiller also tasted a spoonful, and couldn't help but sigh that the people of Gotham really know how to eat. Although it can be seen from the large porcelain bowl with blue and white porcelain patterns that this should be a masterpiece of a Chinese chef, Gotham seafood is indeed worthy of its reputation.
Maybe because the living environment is too harsh, the seafood has to work hard to grow and accumulate nutrients to survive, so the seafood here has a strong flavor.
Normally, with such a big bowl of porridge, you wouldn't be able to taste anything after sprinkling a few spoonfuls of ingredients on it. However, the shrimp oil squeezed in by the two shrimp heads fills your mouth with a sweet and fresh taste, followed by the salty and fresh taste of the dried fish and a little bit of fishy smell from the fish skin, which almost blends with the aroma of rice.
"How does it taste?" Bruce asked, looking at Schiller.
"It's far beyond my expectation." Schiller blew the porridge in the spoon gently and said, "Arrogance actually ate so well behind my back."
Bruce laughed and said, "The professor doesn't eat these."
"Yes, he usually can't accept these steps." Schiller shook his head and said, "Preferring to maintain the status quo and not make changes."
"And he can't eat spicy food." Victor said as he was picking shrimp for his wife. "It's always the same three things: steak, salmon, stewed vegetables, and a glass of ice wine. He doesn't have to order at any restaurant he goes to."
"For me, anything that can stimulate the senses, I will try and accept it." Schiller stirred the porridge in the bowl and said, "But the boiling dopamine will affect rationality. Most Schillers don't like this feeling, so eating is like a task rather than a pleasure for us."
Natasha drank the porridge right off the bowl, then she let out a long sigh and burped, saying, "There's a Russian proverb that says that living without hot food is a form of penance. Hot doesn't just include temperature, it also includes calories. The more oil, spices, salt, and sugar, the better. If you don't have this simple happiness, you won't be able to find so much elsewhere even if you spend ten times the effort."
"So I can't understand people who avoid enjoying happiness." Schiller's eyes stayed on Bruce's face for two seconds, then he turned to look at Batman sitting behind him and said, "Refusing happiness and enjoyment is not a test of willpower. Accepting them naturally, letting the brain indulge in them, and then regaining reason when it is most needed, is the real way to live."
"Well said. Cheers." A glass of wine was handed over. Schiller looked up along the arm and saw Constantine's face.
Bruce looked at Victor, Victor looked at Pamela, and Pamela looked at Lex.
In an instant, several glasses of wine were held out to Schiller and he said, "Cheers to you for your generosity."
Constantine's wine glass was completely squeezed away, but Schiller didn't take it seriously. He clinked glasses with them, but only took a small sip of wine and focused his attention on the other dishes on the table.
Constantine gave one person a dissatisfied look, and the others responded with serious warnings. Natasha was a little confused. She had some impression of Constantine, but didn't know him well.
Pamela picked up her phone and started typing frantically. Soon Natasha's phone rang. She picked it up and saw a long, dizzying text.
But soon another long string of text, even longer than this, was sent over. When Natasha saw that the sender was Bruce, she had no time to think about how he got her number. She was completely shocked by the unspeakable things described in Bruce's text message.
She glanced at Bruce with a look that said, "Are you serious?" and then glanced at Constantine with a look that said, "Are you serious?"
Finally, the female agent looked at the ceiling in despair again. If there was anything more difficult than stopping fish from biting a morbid hook, it would perhaps be stopping greed from biting the hook of a mental patient.
(End of this chapter)