Doomsday Pavilion

The two divided another bowl of soup, and the last remaining bowl, of course, went directly into the belly of the adult.

Hua Gungun was obviously absolutely satisfied with the taste of Feilong Tang, excitedly jumped up to choreographed herself, twisted and twisted, but a pair of dark eyes had already aimed at Feilong on the bottom of the stone pot.

Lin Chou was actually very unwilling to give up. The dragon meat that had been hung over the soup was undiminished, so eating it like this would be an unforgivable and extremely sinful waste.

Like this method of rolling and hanging flying dragon soup, the hazel chicken itself is still intact. As long as it is braised, smoked and dried with fried tea leaves, it can create a precious and delicious dish, which is the delicacy that Qianlong is full of praise. .

Lin Chou sighed, not seeing and not bothering, and now there is no tea in his hand.

This thing, just let it go and ruin it.

There was a mouthful of the soup, waiting quietly for the rabbit to be cooked. The more I drank, the louder the protests in my stomach became louder than drums.

"Well?"

Lin Chou frowned slightly and looked at the soup bowl in his hand.

"The taste of this soup..."

Leng Han's bare hands trembled invisibly.

"Why, what's the matter?"

Lin Chou kept silent, as a qualified cook, a man who would be a cook **** in the last days, and a primate who was trained all day by the **** system.

The color, fragrance, and taste are his true connotations.

(Ah, why does this adjective look so strange?)

Taste recognition is the key to being a good chef. Even if you can’t smell a drop of blood in the sea tens of kilometers away like a shark in the sea, you must be able to detect the most subtle changes in your dishes. .

What is the raw material of this dish? What seasoning was used? How much did it use? Should I pass the oil first or cook it in water first?

——All these can be tasted all by the taste.

The strengthened physical fitness brings him not just being strong, but a comprehensive improvement, which naturally also includes the degree of perception and so on.

Lin Mei wondered,

"I don't know if it's an illusion, I actually tasted a little bit from this soup... It's hard to describe, it's like a floral scent, or a faint powdery smell."

Leng Han felt as if he was stuffed with an iceberg in his chest, but boiling magma flowed through his veins. The whole person fell into this endless cycle in an instant—the iceberg melted, the magma cooled, boiling steam, and eccentricity. The heat seemed to explode her.

"I, I'll leave..."

Lin Chou didn't care at all, Ren was still immersed in his thoughts.

"Why, why is there such a taste, it is actually a strange harmony...Can I use it to make a more brilliant dragon soup?"

"Could it be that this hazel rooster has been thirsty for morning dew and hungry for flowers since its birth? No, it's not right, it's not realistic..."

Lin Chou raised his brows, and the reason closer to reality came to light in his mind.

"Zi once said, with poems and books in his belly, he is proud of his heart, and his life changes with his heart. Could it be that this is the best delicacy that can be made by the spirit of the handsome cook god?"

"A good dish is like a pot of superb elixir. It's not the right time and place and you can't get it... I will search for it up and down."

"En En En, yes yes, wow kha kha kha!!"

"..."

After enjoying the whole flying dragon, Mr. Gungun licked the bear's paw with subtle eyes, silently caring for the mentally handicapped children.

Well, at least this is the cook who belongs to Master Huagungun. Although it's not very reliable, Bengun must guarantee his safety.

So Master Gungun slapped Lin Chou's obsession with a violent storm.

Lin Chou stayed on the ground for a while, and with his current physical fitness, he could basically ignore this kind of petty mess.

"Ah, the rabbit is baked!"

Leng Hanqing came back with a cold face, Lin Chou thought to herself, women, there are always some inexplicable things that need to disappear for a while.

Well, business matters.

Even if the rabbit is cooked and shrunk, it still has a length of more than three and a half meters, and the golden surface is soaked with grease, showing a coveted crystal.

Gumwan enjoyed one by himself, and Lin Chou Lenghan dealt with the other.

The importance of preserving rabbit skin is interpreted in a perfect posture. The rich fat is roasted from under the skin. The fat rabbit skin becomes brittle and thin. A piece of rabbit meat is torn off. It is completely tender red and full of desire. Undrip gravy.

The smell of rabbit meat is very weak. In comparison, its meat is more similar to birds, without any fishy smell.

Strictly speaking, rabbit meat without blood is very white, and there are other reasons why it appears pink.

This faint tender red color comes from the abundant myoglobin. They represent not only the health of the meat source, but also the deliciousness and the right heat.

It is nothing more than that these two rabbits are too huge, and myoglobin is extraordinarily sufficient.

At the very least, Lin Chou has never seen such a big rabbit. If this thing grows for a few hundred years, it will be able to go to the moon on its own if it is properly done?

The rabbit meat is very tender, light and plump. Even if there is no soup, it will not feel dry, unlike ordinary barbecued meat.

The two people were also hungry for three days, and they were staring at them eagerly, hoping to get some fish slipping through the net.

However, things are not quite satisfactory.

He felt like he had no love--the bones also looked very good.

A full meal, perfect.

The two of them fell on the grass with a bear hugging their stomachs, and Lin Chou and Leng Han supported them.

As for billowing, it was obviously hungry.

Leng Han got up and walked to the pool water to wash his hands, washing and washing, the movement of his hands came to a halt.

"Lin Chou, look... Is that stone moving?"

Lin Chou was taken aback, and the convenient shovel was in hand.

The direction that Leng Han pointed to was a big gray rock in the middle of the pool, most of which was infiltrated by the pool water, and the part above the water was like a small island with a diameter of more than ten meters and covered with moss.

The reason why Leng Han said it was moving was because the pool was centered on that rock and waved in circles.

"It seems, really moving!"

Lin Chou couldn't help but tightened the convenient shovel in his hand, Leng Han, a Tier 4 awakener, and with his own eyes of true vision, he has never seen that this is a living thing?

How powerful is this thing?

Lin Chou picked up a rabbit's thigh bone and threw it into the pool with a "swish".

"Dangling."

There was a crisp sound, and then there was no sound, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a snake-like black shadow suddenly appeared under the water. Then, a triangular head broke out of the water, biting the bone on the gray stone, chewing it twice, and swallowing it into the abdomen.

"Fuck!"

Lin Chou couldn't help but yelled.

"What a big bastard!"

Leng Han looked faint, and Lin Chou was a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, I mean, what a big turtle, what a big turtle..."