Doomsday Pavilion

In the production of meat dishes, "Nitrogen" is the most important blind material and is indispensable.

That's right, it's the "smoke" of "gunsmoke", the thing that can fry explosives.

There is still a lot of tanning powder that Lin Chou used to tan the skins. Soak it in water and sprinkle it on the prepared pig's feet. Then sprinkle with green salt and knead it together so that the salt and nitrate will soak into the pig's feet and spray some wine on it. Then put it in a wooden barrel, and take it out after six hours of fermentation.

Put the taken out pig's trotter into ice water for one hour, scrape off the surface of pig hair and other sundries, and then scrub it with alum water to more thoroughly remove the nitrified astringency.

The nitrated pig's trotters skin is tight and crisp, and the skin is translucent. The redness of the meat and the whiteness of the muscles can be reflected under the skin in a trance.

Lin Chou advocates the original taste of meat, no less heavy ingredients.

So only put the water in the pot to cover the trotters, **** slices, green onion knots, pepper, star anise, cinnamon, dried samana, put them in a gauze bag, tie them tightly with lemongrass and immerse them in the soup. Simmer for an hour, turn the trotters, and cook for another half an hour.

Take an oak barrel, stack the pig's feet neatly, pour the remaining part of the marinade to cover the pig's feet, sprinkle dozens of fennel and dried chili, cover tightly, and put it into the zero-degree layer of the constant temperature cabinet.

With the help of Shan Ye and the others, it took two days and nights to get all kinds of pickled wax out.

Shan Ye followed eagerly all the way.

In the end, the same thing was hung on the eaves or put into the kitchen. Only the last bucket of braised pig's trotter was stuffed into the freezer, and the mountain was on fire.

"Why is this put up again?"

"The meat must be cold soaked for at least seven days to achieve the best flavor."

"So, I **** with me for two days and two nights. In the end, there was nothing I could eat?"

Shan Ye's grievance, there is no such thing as you!

So what?

Lin Chou firmly believes that time can bring the best taste, and that unfinished food must not be provided to customers.

Looking at the various kinds of scents covered with the eaves and under the trees, Lin Chou clapped his hands contentedly, climbed the garden tree into the tree house and fell asleep, leaving behind a mess of hunters scolding his mother.

After smelling it for two days, I just watched it eagerly, thinking that it would be another feast when Boss Xiaolin was busy, but when his mother asked, it took a week for the earliest to be eaten in my mouth, what are those savory flavors? It's even more annoying, I heard that you have to wait until next year?

I have old friends who resemble you, but now my grave is sloppy.

You're lack of great virtue and you.

"I got a Fack."

Shan Ye spit on to make a final summary.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, like other hunters, they got into their respective cars and dreamed of Zhou Gong.

Damn it, don't go, let your Xiaolinzi listen to a hundred people snoring chorus for one night.

....

Xiaoqiu happily chirped his body covered with crystal clear slime on the ground, and worked hard.

The whole hillside fell into tranquility, and the leaves of Naxiang Hongdou began to glow with green light, and the light and refreshing sweetness became more and more intense.

At the gate of the pitcher plant fence, a pink off-road vehicle that looked like a skirt stopped silently. The door opened, and a sleepy potted plant with messy green hair jumped out of the vehicle.

"En~"

The potted plant stretched a lazy waist, rubbed his face, took out a pink palm-sized fruit from the steering wheel, and swallowed it in two mouthfuls.

Then pat his chest,

"Yaomei, you have to fight for grandma, grandma's happiness for the rest of her life is all counted on you."

Then squeeze a small fist to cheer yourself up.

I did not know where he took out the huge treasure bag again, sneaking into the fence sneakily.

"Crack!"

The potted plant swiftly escaped, a big mouth of a pitcher plant gnawed the pebble on the ground, and continued to bite at her.

The potted plant chuckled and waved her hand, and bursts of green stars floated out of her palms, like a silk scarf or streamer, shuttled back and forth between the pitcher plants fence.

Wherever he passed, the restless pitcher plant instantly gathered its leaves and mouth, and fell asleep.

The potted plant proudly raised its thin eyebrows and walked to the yard.

"Xiao Qiu, where are you Xiao Qiu, I will come to see you!"

Xiao Qiu showed his head from under the ground, and opened his big mouth with only two small black teeth.

"Guru..."

The potted plant took out a handful of green grass from the treasure bag, with moist soil on it.

Xiao Qiu's cry became more and more rapid, and he put the potted hand in his mouth.

"Oh, let go, idiot!"

Xiao Qiu chewed the grass, and the potted plant rubbed the mucus from his hands with disgust.

"Next time you bite me, I won't bring you supper, just starve to death!"

"Guru...woo..."

The potted plant ignored the grievances of Bala’s Xiaoqiu, opened the bag, and plucked the ripe pink red bean fruits one by one and put them in.

Xiao Qiu's long body half exposed to the ground, tilted his head and "looked" at her suspiciously.

The potted plant murmured,

"Oh, silly Xiaoqiu, you don't understand...you just turn the soil more and make these fruits grow bigger and better, just fine!"

The treasure bag of the potted plant has obviously undergone some indescribable modification. I don't know how many fruits were put in it until it swelled into a ball with a diameter of five meters.

"Boom."

The potted plant was blankly covering his head, and when he opened his eyes, a pure black, fluffy pillar stood in the middle of the gate at some point.

The potted plant immediately changed into a very festive smiling face,

"Oh, it's a hard work, Lord Billowing. I have to give that iron rooster a vigil on such a sultry night, that...I won't bother you, I'll go now..."

slip!

"Boom, boom!"

I bumped into a big bag of potted plants with a weeping face, and had an idea,

"Master Gungun, look at what I brought you. This is a delicious corn hard candy. It is fragrant and sweet. I promise you will like it."

Billows held his head high and snorted in disdain.

With its height, the potted plant at the foot cannot see the billowing expression. Even so, Lord Billowing is still arrogant.

"That... it smells like bamboo shoots..."

"Wow?"

Adult Billowing fell on the ground, and the flying dust almost buried the potted plants alive on the spot.

As a qualified salesman, the potted plant still maintains a smiling face with eight snow-white teeth, calmly wiping the dust on his face, and holding up the candy.

Gumbling resisted the urge to kill with a cute face, his eyes were shiny, and he poked out his claws and carefully fiddled with the palm of the potted palm twice.

Well, yellow and green candies.

The color of bamboo shoots is...

Then you should choose...

"Huh."

The big barbed tongue can lick the surface a few centimeters thick, even the stone, but it is extremely dexterously avoiding the delicate palms of the potted plants, and one piece does not fall and takes away all the candies.

"Wow."

While Lord Huagungun was immersed in the narcissistic dance, the potted plant threw the treasure bag to the roof of the car and drove away.