Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou pointed to the remaining soup in the pot,

"Don't move, this pot of soup is so full of oil and water, I'll make trouble to get in and fill in the gaps later."

Although he is an awakened person, he is essentially a fake and shoddy product that relies solely on physical strength.

I usually don’t eat much because the “nutrition” of the food is particularly sufficient. This time I was so hungry, my appetite naturally returned to its proper “size”.

Now that all these things have entered his stomach alone, I am afraid that he can only eat half full.

Later, Lin Chou began to put salt on the roasted boar.

The cyan salt grains the size of millet grains are in full contact with the oil on the surface of the golden charred and crispy mountain pork and skin, and then crackle from time to time under the action of fire.

Baal asked.

"I just put the salt now, can I still taste it?"

Lin Chou said cheerfully,

"I will teach you something new today. Do you know what it is?"

The three people stared at the leaves in Lin Chou's hand for a long time.

"Uh... this is perilla... that... can't see it..."

Lin Chou used a thin piece of stone to cut off a long slender piece of meat. The boar was not too big or too small, and it looked like a hundred kilograms. The meat on the outside was already ripe but the meat inside was still bloodshot, and the meat was extraordinarily juicy. Filling.

Therefore, when eating, you must first slice the meat from the outer surface, eat layer by layer, and eat one layer after the cooked layer.

The slender meat was wrapped in the pleasing-shaped leaves, and Lin sorrowfully stuck his mouth, confused,

"Do you know that Cornel, this is Cornel...whis...it smells better than pepper!"

The cornel leaf-wrapped barbecue, and half a spicy wild onion, tasted like a small bomb in the mouth, making people feel completely lost when there was a loud noise.

Lin Chou hissed inhaling, replaced a piece of perilla wrapped in meat and threw it into his mouth.

"Crack, click~"

The perilla leaves are chopped up by the teeth, and they come into contact with the fat-filled barbecue. The special fragrance of perilla and the strong meaty aroma of the barbecue achieve the most passionate collision between the world at this moment, and the satisfaction is beyond description.

Since even the devil pepper survived that moment, the three people in the research institute did not consider whether the dogwood-wrapped meat stamina recommended by Boss Lin could be able to bear it.

"Fuck... overbearing..."

"The ancients sincerely don't deceive me. It turns out that this stuff like cornel tastes so good."

"I'm afraid that the big pot of rice is not a fake. Just buy a hairy chili at a high price. If you go out and just grab a couple of cornels, you can't finish it?"

"Sigh...spicy...choke your nose, this thing is dying, my tears are about to come down, who will give me a piece of basil?"

Lin Chou was cutting the barbecue piece by piece, seeming to put it in his mouth unhurriedly, but in fact he ate it very fast.

The barbecue is not seasoned too much. Whether it is wrapped in cornel leaves or basil, or dipped in hot pepper in water, there will be no harm. The skin is crispy and the inside is soft and tender. The tough mountain pork fiber is broken under the teeth. Then the feeling of fat and gravy splattering in the mouth is really unstoppable.

Even pig's trotters have a unique taste. The crunchy pork's trotters squeaks and creaks under the skin. You don't need to dip it in water, and only a little bit of "Lin's purified salt" makes people unable to stop.

As he ate, several small "packages" hidden in the pork belly of Lin Chou were exposed.

"Huh? Boss Lin, is this another magical horse Dongdong?"

The contracted muscles of the small package were strangled into weird shapes after being roasted, and the steaming look showed that there must be a lot of juice inside.

Lin Chou took out a few small packages and strung them on a wooden sign.

"Chicken liver and pig liver are crushed into mud, plus a pack of wild lily with pig net oil, it looks like this. Ancient liver **** was also done with any green vegetables."

Lin Chou inserted a wooden sign in front of the fire,

"This thing needs to be roasted over a slow fire to be delicious. A layer of shell is baked on the outside, and it is perfect if the juice inside is sealed. That's it. Anyway, it has long been lost. Who knows what the standard practice looks like? ."

The painful lesson of the last time Si Gouzi produced the liver **** is still vivid.

Lin Sorrows thought this time, buddy, I'll change to a non-toxic and harmless one, can't the dog beep system jump out to pit us again, right?

The wild boar on the fire soon left only a skeleton, and the three people in the research institute realized that they had suffered a huge loss.

"Damn... I haven't eaten a few bites yet..."

"It's gone? It's gone! You evolvers are too **** edible!"

"Farms, we haven't eaten enough yet."

"..."

A wild boar that is more than a hundred catties, at least a few dozen catties larger than the meat, has all entered the belly of this thin guy who is as thin as a bamboo pole? ?

There is no scientific basis at all, okay...

Lin Chou rubbed his belly with a hard look, too.

"Yeah, I'm not full at all."

This cargo slapped to the surface of the lake with a big stride and stomped his feet. The three people in the research institute saw several long and short fish "automatically" jumped out of the water and flew into Lin Chou's hands.

"I'm going... this skill... I want..."

Lin Chou directly cleaned the fish on the lake, but he brought it back without scraping the scales.

He looked at the soup pot that was still tumbling, and thought about it.

"Then what? Then make a pot of water and sit on the fire. When the water is warm, take it down. Let's boil some fish **** to eat."

It is not difficult for anyone to make fish balls, but the difficulty is their patience.

The bladeless stone slices used for the slices of meat are scraped on the two pieces of fish that are broken into two pieces. It is easy to scrape the delicate fish paste, and it can also leave the fish bones in place.

Quickly scrape the minced fish and put the minced fish into a dry stone pot.

Lin Chou smashed the galangal and wild onion, squeezed the juice and soaked it on the minced fish, and then beat a few wild eggs in the egg whites.

"Well, this consistency should be just right."

Lin Chou believes that the most important step in making fish **** is actually not scraping the velvet, but "strengthening". Only the fish velvet can make the fish **** of Q bombs, and they are delicious in their mouths.

Wash your hands and push the minced fish in the stone pot and stir clockwise.

Father told him that every three and a half rounds, he should hold the whole pot of fish mushrooms to the height of his chin with his palm while the fish mushrooms are still "live", and fall down with skillful strength.

Therefore, you should not wear plastic gloves indiscriminately at this time. If you wear the gloves, the fish paste will slip off your hands if you can't eat it.

Also, when you hear a squishy crisp sound of "pop", it's not enough. The fish must be "driving", and it must be similar to the sound of "pop" when it hits it back into the pot.

In order to make a pot of fish balls, Lin Chou fell to his arm every time.

And until now, he feels that he hasn't been as 70% as Dad Lin.

"The old man is afraid that he didn't leave his hand, why he threw it out with the sound of'pop', but I can only be'pop'..."

Thinking of this, Lin Chou was a little absent-minded and complained, okay.