Doomsday Pavilion

As it was almost noon, the heavy roar of the truck led everyone to the bottom of the mountain.

A dozen huge trucks lined up along the pitcher grass fence to the back mountain, and then a group of people got off the truck and unloaded the cargo.

"Let me go, how many things did Boss Lin buy?"

"That would have to be hundreds of tons..."

Lin Chou was also a little confused, and saw Xue Zhen walking over from the motorcade with an embarrassing and polite smile on his face.

"Ah, little friend Lin, the old man is here again."

Lin Chou blinked, "Come here, what gifts to bring, if you have a gift, it will be fine next time you have Niu Lanshan and Niu Lanqi personally deliver it. It's really polite."

The smile on Xue Zhen's face completely turned into a bitter smile.

"Lan Qi’s injury is unclear. I am afraid that I will not be able to return to Mingguang in the near future. Xiaoyou Lin can rest assured that I will bring Lan Qi Lanshan to the door and apologize. Feelings."

"If it weren't for the little friend to restrain the broken arm and hand with a cold iron knife to prevent it from decay, the old man's hand might not be so easy to get back."

Lin Chou was speechless for a long time. This old guy was just gagging my mouth with words. He recognized all the good and the bad. If he still clings to it, wouldn't it be too small to lose his breath?

Xue Zhendao,

"This is something that Mr. Gungun wants to exchange for gloomy wood seeds. There are soft crystals, Qingquan mountain wine, and old man's own spirits. Oh, by the way, there are beer, well, and a few carts of dried beef. ."

"..."

Relationship is...everything is more handsome in business than this.

Lin Chou said,

"Well, these are all private bear assets that have nothing to do with me. I can't sign you to receive the five-star praise."

"Rolling in the back mountain stream, you can let someone find it by yourself, I have something to do, I'm busy."

"...Hey, wait a minute, Xiaoyou Lin."

"What else do you have?"

Xue Zhen's face blushed, and he seemed helpless and entangled.

He coughed and said,

"'You should make oil chicken with oil chicken, brown chicken doesn't lose the flavor of chicken cones", the oil chicken mentioned by Lin Xiaoyou in the competition, the old man is thinking about tossing and turning, but it is unforgettable. I want to be a customer today. Are you fortunate enough... to taste Lin Xiaoyou's oily chicken?"

"what."

Lin Chou said,

"It turned out to be this. You said it earlier, forget it, let's go in first and talk about it."

When Xue Zhen saw that there was a door, the corners of his mouth curled up with a smile on his face, and he walked in with Lin Chou.

Most of the people in the dining room of the small hall were regular customers. Who didn't know the troubles of the Xue family and Lin Chou, they were all taken aback when Old Xue came in.

Xue Zhen was also taken aback.

Needless to say, Wei Tianxing, Wen Zhongjiu, Sister Xingxing, Allier and others are talking about each other at a table. These are among the strongest people in the base city, and the lineup can be described as luxurious.

I was inexplicably lost for a while. This was due to the fact that in the entire base city, only Jiushan Palace had this capital to receive them.

"Oh, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward."

Over there, Lin Chou used someone else’s car radio to send a few pieces of information.

"Well, wait."

Xue Zhen asked,

"What kind of materials is missing from Xiaoyou Lin? I'll be sent by someone."

Lin Chou shook his head slightly,

"Youji refers to both the name of the dishes and the ingredients themselves. Old Xue, do you know that there is an old gentleman in the wilderness who specializes in raising all kinds of weird ingredients?"

The corner of Xue Zhen's mouth twitched, how could he not know that his Octagon building was often pitted by the old guy.

Lin Chou was surprisingly polite, and actually returned Xue Zhen with herbal tea.

"Here, Old Xue has a sip of tea--of course, it's for a fee."

"..."

Xue Zhen could only laugh, like an old chrysanthemum, with a very sincere tone.

"Xiaoyou Lin really has a real temperament. If the two little rascals in my family have one-tenth the skills of a little friend, I will laugh out of my dreams."

Lin Chou didn't answer these words at all. An hour later, Bao Er came to the door.

"Boss Lin, I brought you what you want... I dare not take it out. You should go and ask the master to come out by yourself."

There were three **** openings on Bao Er's face, and one arm was crooked to one side. He was obviously dislocated, and his clothes became rags, and he was very embarrassed.

A hunter stepped forward with a "click" to help Bao Er put his arm back.

"Oh...thank you, this lord."

Everyone laughed, "I said Bao Er, which widow did you block the door? Why were you being scratched like this?"

Bao Er shook his head repeatedly,

"There is no widow, it's just a chicken."

The man frowned,

"I said Bao Er, what you said is wrong, what's wrong with the girl in Hualiu Alley? When people hear it, they have to close the alley to you. From now on, who will entertain you when you look at it?"

Bao Er was anxious.

"It's not that chicken... It's a real chicken... The chicken that boss Lin asked me to find..."

"..."

"puff."

"Hahaha~!"

I don't know who started it first, and the laughter grew louder and louder, and people turned their backs on their feet.

As soon as Lin Chou came in carrying a **** cock, he looked blankly at the scene.

"What's wrong?"

One person asked,

"Boss Lin, this is the chicken you Tuo Bao Er brought you? Tsk, black and shiny, good chicken, good chicken!"

"Hahaha."

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Everyone, you have a good meal today. This chicken is indeed a good chicken, a good chicken that is hard to find."

Everyone held back a laugh, "Oh? How to say?"

Lin Chou held the big **** in his hand for everyone to observe, and saw that the half-man-tall **** was like black gold. The coat was so dark that there was no variegated color, from the comb, the beak, and the eyeballs. The tail has sharp claws and sharp toenails, all black.

Even if Lin Chou pinched the two wings and held them in his hand, he still had the aura of an emperor's dignity.

Lin Chou said,

"This kind of chicken was quite famous and cherished before the catastrophe. Many people call it'Lamborghini', which means the Lamborghini sports car in the chicken. The price of just a chicken fry is more than two hundred dollars. , The value of an adult chicken will be more than ten times or even dozens of times higher. It is also called "super black chicken", "all black chicken", "black oil chicken", "oil black chicken" and so on."

"Not only is its appearance black, but its skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs are all black, and even its blood is red and black. The locals believe that pure black meat has mysterious powers, and it is more human and human. A bridge between nature and the gods... even once it could only be used to worship the gods."

"Of course, now, the strength of this chicken is as cool as its appearance. It is already a Tier 3 powerhouse, especially its beak, which looks like an eagle. It is said that it can easily break through Tier 4 monsters. The original protection...Bao Er was only scratched a few times and he was lucky...It should be the old man who did the chicken's hands and feet."

Bao Er quickly picked it up.

"Yes, yes, yes, the old man put a chain of origin on it, so that its power is limited, otherwise I would not dare to ride it to the wilderness, what is the difference with carrying a big bomb."

Xue Zhen went back and forth with its black and gold feathers, the boss with staring eyes,

"Swish...unheard of, unseen...I only know the name of chicken, but I don't know how to use such strange ingredients to make this dish."

Lin Chou smiled,

"The cooking of oil chicken is minimalist, and the ingredients are the focus. Of course, Lamborghini is not something that everyone can eat. The oil chicken that can be seen everywhere in China is the home-cooked recipe of this dish. However, since it is old Xue you, I naturally want to make it with the best ingredients."

Everyone present showed such a knowing smile as expected.

Needless to say, the subtext that everyone can guess by Lin Chou is - of course, he also has the darkest hand.

"Ahem."

Xue Zhen coughed twice,

"Can the old man be on the sidelines?"

Lin Chou said indifferently, "It's not a secret anyway, look at it."

Xue Zhen was in awe, let alone himself, he just picked out a food chef or a cook in the base city, cherishing his own craftsmanship, and even separated when buying ingredients and seasonings. If you buy more than a dozen shops, you have to buy a lot of things you don’t need and mix in them.

Lin Chou was a little dazed.

He said to the **** in a very sorry tone,

"I have never made this oily chicken. If you don't do it well, please forgive me. Don't feel wronged."

Then, while the chicken was not paying attention, he chopped off the head of the chicken with a knife and took the blood in a big bowl.

Several heads coming in outside the kitchen communicated,

"Have you noticed that Boss Lin looked at the bowl of blood with an extraordinarily gentle look, as if he was looking at a lover..."

"Isn't it a weird hobby? A quirk?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the chicken meat is really black, look, the blood is black and blue."

Lin Chou said to Xue Zhen, "Unfortunately, there is no marinated sour hot pepper. Otherwise, using this chicken blood and chicken assortment to stir fry, there is not enough rice.

Xue Zhen thought it so.

"Fried chicken with sour lotus head, not only cost rice, but also wine-but I insist on two rice with sour lotus head fried chicken offal, it is called a fragrant."

Lin Chou took the time to give a thumbs up to Xue Zhen, "Good opinion."

The next step is to pluck the hair under hot water. The weather is extremely hot under bright light. In addition, this **** chicken is special, and the longer feathers are hardly growing. It can be plucked only slightly by hand, and there is no need to overheat the hair.

Take the viscera from the open mouth, and clean it up and put it aside.

Then put star anise, cinnamon, licorice, grass fruit, cloves, sand ginger, pepper, lemongrass, tangerine peel, green onion, **** and garlic into a gauze bag, and put a bag the size of a schoolbag into a large deep saucepan. Added a large bottle of rice wine and broth.

Xue Zhen twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Xiaoyou Lin...isn't it too much?"

"not much,"

Lin Chou responded,

"You chicken is not boiled, but steamed, salt steamed, and the taste in the soup is over salt steamed into the chicken."

Lin Chou took out an iron steamer, covered it with large grains of green salt the size of a small finger, and placed it on the brine pot.

This steamer is different from the usual ones, it is all vertical horizontal stripes, and the middle part is recessed downward to form a funnel shape.

Put another layer of insulation paper on the salt, and then put the chicken on it.

Xue Zhen suddenly realized,

"That's right, the color of this chicken is already so heavy. If you want to marinate it again, the color will definitely affect the look and feel. The salt steaming method can just avoid this. The steam is full of seasoning and filtered by salt. It's wonderful."

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"Since I was young, I have liked salt-baked, salt-steamed, and salt-baked methods, especially the roasted meat, which is tender and full of flavor."

Xue Zhen nodded repeatedly,

"Xiaoyou Lin is not only old in craftsmanship, but also amazing in his whimsy."

"No, I didn't think of this dish. Long before the cataclysm, this kind of fried chicken had been popularized."

While watching the fire, he cut the chicken offal into thin razor blades.

Stir-fry the ayu in a hot pot with sour sauce, add the chicken offal, add some fish sauce sour after the offal changes color, sprinkle with chopped green onion and take it out.

The sour breath immediately enveloped the entire kitchen, and the fish and chicken flavors blended together under the sour fragrance, which made the mouth full.

Divide the fish sauce and sour chicken offal into several portions, Lin Chou said,

"Old Xue, these leftovers will add a dish to the guests of the restaurant, I think you don't mind?"

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Xue Zhen smiled bitterly.

"If the old man dared to say half a word now, I'm afraid he will be buried in the back mountain with mushrooms immediately?"

Wei Tianxing snorted, shaking his body with fat.

"Count you old fellow! Fat guy like you who is less than a centimeter and a catty, I can sit on my ass. Believe it or not! Come on, hurry up and bring that fish sauce sour fried chicken to Fat Master. Tsk tsk, this scent is. It's so overwhelming..."

Someone said with a ill-intentioned grin,

"Master Wei, how heavy are you one centimeter?"

Wei Tianxing pretended to calculate,

"Well, my fat man is 1.85 meters tall and my weight...cough cough, barely, one centimeter and eighteen kilograms."

Wen Zhongjiu sneered,

"Oh, Master Wei, you are the perfect balancer of your feelings?"

"roll!!"

"What qualifications do you guys who don't have a centimeter or two have to talk to Fat Master? Quickly back away!"

The weight of the evolutionary is definitely a mystery. Some mutants, such as Huang Dashan and Xia Zhonghui, have an amazing density of bones and muscles. One centimeter and eighteen kilograms is really no joke.

Regardless of it, Wei Tianxing gave Wei Qingyu a piece of chicken offal, which seemed to be thinly sliced ​​chicken gizzards.

"Baby girl, Dad has eaten good things all his life, and he really hasn't eaten other people's dishes... things made from leftovers, come, come and taste what it tastes like."

Wei Qingyu smiled faintly, and put the vegetables in his mouth.

The thick acidity fills the mouth immediately, and even the nose and eyes seem to be able to perceive the acidity. The acidity makes people "heart-wrenching" and want to shed tears.

The acidity has not yet subsided, and the spiciness has begun to raging after fermentation.

Between chewing, the sourness and the spicyness of the chicken gizzards show the crispness and sweetness of the chicken gizzards. The taste is unparalleled and absolute, but it makes people feel that it should be so.

Wei Qingyu nodded, "It's delicious."

"..."

Wei Tianxing bowed his head in dejection,

"This kind of evaluation...nothing, my dear girl, Fatty, I'm the No. 1 food weather vane in base city, food critic, if you express this kind of opinion, is it my own life?"

I don't want Wei Qingyu to nod seriously,

"You are so ugly, I am so beautiful, how could it be your own birth? It's completely different genetically!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone was half laughing and suddenly stopped.

Wei Tianxing scratched his head,

"It is said that my daughter is Dad's intimate little quilted jacket, ah, Dad is very sad."

"Mingguang four seasons are cool in summer, so you can't wear padded jackets."

Wei Tianxing grimace,

"Little ancestor, with so many people, can you save some face for your father? Just throw it away!"

"Just now you wondered if I was a daughter?"

"..."