Doomsday Pavilion

And what made Lin Chou most uncomfortable was that the **** system didn't jump out at this time and said that forgive the basin not to be able to do so, which made his anger value soar by three feet.

Rebellious! Eat inside and out! Uncle can bear it, Aunt can bear it!

The potted plant actually took the opportunity to shout a few voices, but no one was willing to buy it.

Everyone was quite moved in their hearts, but at this point, it really offends people to buy potted plants, fools.

Well, at least I have to wait for one or two days.

Besides, this world is so big, can't find a few people who are better than playing football?

As long as there is room for the ball case, getting a medal is not a reversal pattern. Why do you want to offend people and spend wrong money?

The potted plant got into the car triumphantly with his head held high, "Grandma is back to the base city, big business~"

The little pink car wearing a skirt roared a few times and rushed out.

Without even thinking about it, this must be a trip back to the base city to toss, and maybe tomorrow will be able to lead a strong company to eat the big family.

Sikong grinds his teeth beside Lin Chou, sinisterly.

"Just let her go? Linzi, I suggest you kill her as soon as possible."

Lin Chou changed his expression, but he couldn't see any anger.

"Hey, what do you say, this free advertisement, don't do it for nothing."

"???"

Sikong was at a loss, and he was so angry just now, how could this become a personal change after a while.

"Cuckoo."

"Cuckoo."

The familiar bird calls came from above his head. Lin Chou looked up and saw that a few big snow-white pigeons were flying around the small hall.

As far as pigeons are concerned, there are a lot of them in the base city. You can eat meat and send a letter, Meidi is very good.

The lead pigeon seemed to be a little afraid of the very dazzling mask above the small hall, but just refused to leave.

After going around many times, I finally made up my mind and gradually flew low.

"Boom."

The light shield also made a soft noise, and the pigeon looked around cautiously, but except for a little noise, the light shield did not cause any obstacle to the pigeon.

The pigeons were relieved immediately, and fell down.

Lin Chou was surprised. These pigeons are completely ordinary animals. How could they fall to him? Is it a homing pigeon?

As I was thinking, I saw the white shadow on the roof flashed, flashed twice, flashed again!

"Cracking."

There were a lot of six pigeons, and they all fell to the ground, their wings shook off for a few times and they stopped moving.

Xiaobai stood at the eaves and licked his paws casually, but looked down at the pigeons on the ground and looked away with disdain, then twisted his plump **** back into the adult's neck hair.

——Is this technical itch?

Adult Billowing was drowsy, turned over and scratched impatiently, and the roof tiles jumped and bark fluttered.

"..."

Everyone praised and laughed,

"Mao Xiaobai is mighty!"

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Boss Lin's early warning mechanism for air strikes is so perfect."

"That is, if the base city has this speed of reaction, why not worry that hundreds of birds and animals will take away hundreds of people every year."

Lin Chou was speechless.

Wei Tianxing poked his head out of the room,

"Hey, I seemed to hear the movement of pigeons just now?"

"One pigeon wins nine chickens, pigeons are a good thing, wait for the old man to beat them down and make a pot...Huh?"

Lin Chou pointed to the ground, "Here."

A trace of distress flashed under Wei Tianxing's eyes,

"Isn't this a homing pigeon... But it is a homing pigeon that is raised at a high price, who did it... It's a prodigal! Get it while it's hot, let it out, and let it fade. No delay!"

"..."

"Fuck!!"

Wei Tianxing yelled,

"Why look so familiar... this won't be..."

He roared over, picked up the pigeon and rummaged for it.

When he checked the second pigeon, he untied a small bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg.

"...It looks like a pigeon from my family. Look at the bamboo pipe, there is a word "Gu" on it."

Everyone looked at each other and gloated at Lin Chou.

Hey, a certain iron rooster surnamed Lin, your master has gotten into trouble, dare to steal the chicken? I can't pay you!

Wei Tianxing scratched his head and said,

"Only their own pigeons can find out where the owner has gone. Is there someone looking for me in a hurry?"

He said, twisting a note from the bamboo tube, his face changed a lot after looking at it.

Wei Tianxing quickly smashed the note, and said with his hands behind his back.

"Ahem, it's okay, just a few pigeons, are they all scattered."

Lin Chou and Sikong happened to be behind him. No matter how fast the fat man moved, the two of them had already clearly noticed the crooked words written on the small note.

"Suddenly Wen Xiaoguan, 20% off the winning ball.

When the child turns black, remember to remember. "

Lin Chou's mouth twitched, "Well, Master Wei..."

Without looking back, Wei Tianxing sat down in the willow pavilion with the wine jar condescendingly.

"Who I said, Xiaolin smashed, just say you, give Fat Master a few bottles of beer, the kind that is so cold, oh yes, by the way, I roasted my pigeons, don't steal it!!"

Lin Chou waved his hand, quite arrogant.

"Hi!"

Sikong stared, "Lin Chou, what is your integrity?"

Lin Chou asked,

"How much is the price?"

"If I can, I choose algebra."

Wei Tianxing suddenly stopped Lin Chou.

"No, you will roast in front of me. That's it, Fat Master is very worried. If you leave your sight, my pigeon may not be able to escape your kid's murderous hand."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and moved the charcoal stove and iron pot.

China's ultimate pursuit of food is almost incomprehensible to other races.

"Odd" and "Qiao" can best reflect the detachment and arrogance of the oldest food-eaters in one of the ways of eating.

In Lin Chou's memory, pigeons were almost the dish that his father valued most.

Even though few people in Xiacheng can lavishly order a pigeon, Lin Chou's father always talks about his favorite pigeon practices over and over again-braised, fried, roasted, and smoked.

Chinese people have an unusual definition of pigeons.

For example, lo, taste into the bones is the basic, meat elasticity is the key point, lo-mei does not cover the original flavor is the core;

For another example, deep-fried, crispy skin and tender meat must be done to the limit. Pigeon skin cannot be fried with powder, which will affect the taste. The fried pigeon does not enter the oil inside, and eats the original flavor It is a tender, smooth and sweet, one bite down, the pigeon skin is crunchy and the inside is bursting with oil, this is the best.

The braised pigeon is tough and the fried pigeon is tender.

It sounds strange, it seems to be the opposite.

In fact, this is not the case. This is the art and pride of Huaxia cuisine. It is a step-by-step crushing of others by seeing the big from the small.

Lin Chou took the pigeon inward along the deepest part of the neck and used a fine needle to break the venous artery and drain bleeding.

Rinse twice with 80°C water quickly, which can remove residual blood and help to shed hair quickly.

The pigeon meat is very tender. If the blood is not removed, the pigeon skin and pigeon meat will form blue spots, which will also affect the taste of the pigeon meat.