Doomsday Pavilion

Snails in confinement are a rare ingredient-well, the same is true for confinement snails.

This is a gadget that usually does not appear on the dining table of most people.

In fact, our ancestors prefer to treat certain types of snails as medicinal materials rather than as ingredients, such as the snails in [Famous Doctors' Book] and the slugs in [Compendium of Materia Medica].

The earliest record of snails seems to be [Erya Shiyu], which is called "worms, worms" (now defined as two kinds of animals, in the same family).

Hao Yi Xing Yi Shu: "It is not a thing, but the classics are not different. It is called a genius."

Well, snails are not a biologically classified name. They generally refer to all terrestrial species of Gastropoda. Some Western languages ​​do not distinguish between aquatic snails and terrestrial snails. In Chinese, snails only refer to land. Types of birth, but broadly speaking, snails also include slugs... This is very desperate. Speaking of our ancestors, it seems that the division of our ancestors was more refined in that era. There are more than 20,000 kinds of people who let this thing touch relatives and relatives, just There are thousands of Chinese "snails".

It can be eaten and can be used as medicinal materials. It can be seen that the value of snails is far more than just another nickname that can only be used to enrich Ding Ding in the impression of some dirty human beings.

Love arrow, the arrow of love?

emmmmmm, it seems there is nothing wrong with this explanation, huh?

Uhhhhhh, when it comes to Lianya, I have to mention one sentence. Generally speaking, snail mating time is very long, usually 2~4 hours, so according to some theories (Huang Dashan himself strongly believes in this theory) , This thing can properly turn to the role of nourishing kidney and yang.

Similarly, when you mention snails, you have to mention French food. After all, snails can be said to occupy half of the French food. Special tableware, special eating methods-oh, of course, there are special artificial breeding methods after almost eating extinction. .

However, Lin Chou thinks that French snails are a bit very powerful. The snails selected for vegetables should only be fed with flour six months to a year in advance and not let them eat vegetables. This is the so-called "Snail’s Ramadan", "Ramadan". "It takes enough time to make the snail meat more tender and remove the bitter taste.

Of course, the bitterness is also related to the cooking method of French snails. Snails eaten with crooked nuts are generally only soaked in salt water and will not wash away the mucus. In China, we usually choose to wash carefully with alum water until the mucus is washed. until.

Otherwise, you really can’t look directly at it—after all, it’s hard for you to think of slugs the first time when you see a snail, but relatively closer to conch.

"Brother Chou? I really want to stew this one...for another...think about how to do it?"

Lin Chou took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard.

"Hey~"

Wu Ke was puzzled.

"What's this? Red wine? It's not red..."

In fact, this is the ice wine that Shen Daru brought over. I don't want to throw it here before drinking it. It should have a long history and it is the hard currency before the cataclysm.

After all, the temperature after the cataclysm is not to mention the ice raisins sublimated in the snow. I am afraid that I will not even have the chance to see the frost in my whole life. It is not a real ice wine at all.

"I heard that snails go best with wine burning. Well, doesn't this happen to have wine."

Wu Ke is a bit sour,

"Also best with red wine? Who would eat this kind of food...disgusting Bara, God knows what it tastes...how to eat it?"

"Didn't you just say that you put more perilla and make it more spicy? It's changed again?"

"I can't eat..."

Lin Sorrow understood,

"Oh, it doesn't matter, we will dictate it to you after we eat it. Reasonable snails can be used in various cooking methods of escargots. Although I am making it for the first time, it shouldn't be too difficult."

Su Yourong swallowed hard, with a frightened expression on his face.

"Wet tiger...really want to eat..."

Sister Big Breast doesn't matter, oh no, she is actually very interested. She herself is a firm supporter of all kinds of dark ingredients, and Li Heigou can still remember the fear of being dominated by various insects in her popular science.

Don't eat, don't take the effort to get into the back mountain.

Try it first, and try the so-called "Snail’s Ramadan" if the taste is not ideal.

When I went to the back mountain, I picked up a pot of purple cloud snails, soaked in salt water to wash the shell, and threw it into a pot of boiling water for blanching.

Lin Chou was talking with Wu Ke's big breasted sister You Rong in front of him, and he heard the crackling noise in the back accompanied by the sound of running water.

When I ran to the kitchen, the purple cloud snails were scattered all over the place. There were several large holes in the bottom of the snail cooking pot. The water had already run out. The slow running snails were still moving from the bottom of the pot under the flames. Crawling with a move—the bottom of the pot is too high to jump.

"..."

Lin Chou's mouth twitched, speechless, he couldn't help but forget about it...

Wu Ke came to watch the excitement,

"Damn, roast, can't roast? Is it so fierce!"

Seeing that Ziyun snail moves unhurriedly above the flames, it should be... it won't be baked to death, right?

Lin Chou picked up a purple cloud snail casually, and the snail's shell was once again sealed by the secretion of Swift.

Use two iron chopsticks to hold the purple cloud snail and put it on the flame, turning the fire to the maximum.

"Hey..."

After a while, the chopsticks turned red.

After about twenty minutes, turn off the heat.

But the snail's shell hadn't changed at all except it was a bit dark, and it was still cold when touched by hand.

Lin Chou put aside the purple cloud snail that had been roasted by the fire for 20 minutes. After a while, its soft body came out of the shell, dragging a silver thread under his **** on the chopping board at a speed of five centimeters per second. Anxiously galloping horizontally and horizontally looking for an escape route is very lively.

"..."

Wu Ke muttered to himself,

"The desire to survive is really strong~"

Big breasted sister pinched her chin and said,

"Boss, do you still have wasabi paste?"

Lin Chou didn't react for a while.

"Yes... what's wrong..."

"Slice!"

Lin Chou almost died of anger. Is this to be eaten raw? Is the taste a bit too heavy?

Wu Ke said,

"Why don't you kill it first? Maybe it will cook through..."

Lin Chou thought about it. I heard that ordinary snails can live for four years even if they are made into specimens. They are a tenacious one, not to mention that they are all Tier 4 now, and they retracted into the shell with a mouthful like this. Temperature is really nothing.

Lin Chou found out the fish-mouth cold iron knife, pierced it through the sealed part of the shell, and stabbed it at roughly the position of the head.

——As a result, this stabbing took half an hour.

Wu Ke yawned.

"Damn, doesn't this thing matter? How about cutting it into pieces and taking them out one by one?"

"..."

Lin Chou stared at him irritably, took a cold iron knife and gently slashed along the snail shell, rotating it once.

"Dangling."

Half of the shell of Ziyun snail fell on the chopping board, and the other half was still in Lin Chou's hand with the meat--as long as it was ingredients, would you still want to escape the BUG attribute of the cold iron knife?

dream!

No matter how iron your head is!

The software in the shell didn't move, which seemed to be frightened.

A layer of hazy dim light flickered, spreading on the cyan-gold shell, gradually drifting to the surroundings, and disappearing.

After the light flashed, the shell of Ziyun snail quickly turned grayish white, and finally it simply turned into two small piles of unusually fine powder.

"Dead, dead... Brother Chou, look at that snail, is it dead?"

Lin Chou muttered,

"It turns out that if the shell is broken, it will die immediately... It's a pity that the snail shell will turn into gray... It will be very beautiful if it is used for display..."

It is indeed a pity. If such a hard material can be used, it should be of great use to Mingguang, at least it is definitely enough to make some armor for the evolutionary.

The snail beef with its shell on its back is completely presented in front of a few people. The bottom of the snail's feet is deep purple. The soft shell part of the shell is roughly divided into red, pink, and dark green with white as the base. It is very distinct, like It is kneaded out of bright plasticine.

"Colorful, looking...er...not as disgusting as you thought?"

Lin Chou removed the dark green and almost blue-black part,

"This...well, it feels like a stomach when you pinch it...Aha, yes, the digestive glands and intestines are brought out together, clean."

"The red one should be the liver... the pink one with blood vessels obviously means that the lungs haven't run away. Well, what's this..."

Picked off some small parts piecemeal,

"Come on, you should be able to eat the rest."

Wu Ke suddenly burped,

"Oh...that, Brother Chou, I'm leaving now."

The ghost knew what he had just experienced in the kitchen, a vivid anatomy class? ?

In short, Wu Ke's whole person is not well, he staggered out of the store, and walked down the mountain with his head down.

I didn't go far, and hit a person head-on.

"boom!"

Wu Ke squatted on the ground, rubbing his forehead.

"His, it hurts! Are your evolutionary muscles all made of iron...His...who...can't walk...Wow, wow, wow, ghost, ghost, Nima, buy skin away from me One point, eight generations of my ancestors were poor people who only did good things and never killed lives. There was no grievance in the past, and there is no enmity in the past. You don’t want me...

On the face, a black cloak stood there, which was normal.

What is abnormal is that there is not a face in the hood of the cloak, but a pale skull.

There are no ears, noses and eyes, and only two scarlet flames flicker and jump in the hollow eye sockets, it is not too scary!

Eh?

Wait...this clothes, this style of painting...

Wu Ke wiped away his tears and snot, and asked with trepidation.

"Surgery...Warlock??"

Sure enough, the jaw of the skull clicked twice, making a dumb and familiar sound like an old rabble singing.

"How is it? Handsome!"

Wu Ke is like hearing the heavens,

"Eh, I'm going, it's really you..."

"Nima, I thought it was a ghost, I was so scared that my little heart almost popped out just now!"

Sorcerer: o(▼メ▼メ;)o

Brother chest, are you sure?

Warlock is very upset, you are not even afraid of me, what the **** is that stuff is very low, do you know? !

"Brother Chou is making some food, let's go in."

Wu Ke exhaled heavily and punched the warlock's chest with a fist-it seemed very close, but in fact this was blatant revenge.

"Click~"

Then, a piece of pale bone fell to the ground along the cloak.

Wu Ke's expression solidified.

"Wh, what is this sound? What is that?"

The warlock picked up the ribs nonchalantly, and squeezed them back into their original position awkwardly.

"Ah, I haven't done this for a long time, the craftsmanship is a bit rusty, the joints of the bones are not very good, it's okay, just run in smoothly..."

Since there is no skin muscle, the extremely long finger bones move flexibly,

"Tsk, are the five fingers missing? Obviously there is no spiritual body for easy use..."

Wu Ke was dumbfounded, and his lips began to turn blue.

The warlock said and waved his hand, and strands of gray mist ooze from the bones, forming a translucent layer of spiritual body "skin" outside the skull, and the gray mist on the five phalanxes was filled with long and short periods of time. Suddenly fat and thin,

"Well, it's very comfortable!"

"Ghost, ghost..."

Wu Ke fainted on the spot.

This time, Master Warlock was stunned, turned around and mumbled as he walked.

"This person, I'm afraid there is something wrong with his spirit, um, it's possible to be stupid in the scientific research institute, I am afraid of what the **** is... Then, is my new mount not handsome? Without any aesthetic eyes... I didn't see it. The surface of my bones is also specially engraved with an abyss-style pattern. I heard that thieves in the human world were popular before the cataclysm. What is it called-ah, tattoos, yes yes, tattoos, tattoos."

The warlock entered the shop,

"Dangdangdang~ Linzi, surprises are not surprises, surprises are not surprises, guess who I am!!"

Lin Shou’s pot was burning with an elegant light blue flame, a special scent and wine scent permeated. Big breasted sister and Su Yourong stretched their necks and stared at the pot unblinkingly. There are only three people together, and no one has time to look back at him.

Lin Chou stared at the pot,

"I said, you're a real arrogant person, right? I heard it all the way from a long way-it's really clanking and clamoring when you walk, and it's amazing to my uncle Warlock."

Warlock: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"You are questioning my craftsmanship? How can you question my craftsmanship? The new car still needs to be run-in. My mount is the same, okay?"

Lin Sorrow said,

"Well, too, I have vegetable oil here, why don't you deal with it first? Let Bao Er bring you a bucket of oil, which is better."

"Huh? That seems to be a good idea..."

Lin Chou looked up,

"You disappeared for so many days just to get this sit... sit..."

With a rather obvious puzzled expression,

"Wait... where is your mount? Where is it??"

The warlock pointed to the skull under the hood,

"Here! Right here! Your eyes don't work well, look at it...there are patterns on it...Ah no tattoos, okay? Cool?"

Big breasted sister and Yourong also looked over together——

Su Yourong screamed earth-shattering;

Big breasted sister pinched her chin and said,

"Well, it looks very good. You can refer to this pattern when setting up an altar for the Lord Blood God in the future."

Lin Chou used his eyes to signal Big Breast Sister, you dare to make some altar near my shop, believe it or not, this boss is the first to hang you up as a sacrifice!

He said confusedly,

"Didn't you say you want to be a mount, this...what do you mean?"

The warlock seemed right and confident,

"This is a mount, anyway, it's just a carrier of the spirit body-besides, those bones are enough to make such a big one, and the concentrated ones are the essence, don't you know!"

Say a good mount, and then you self-cultivation?

After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, are you not allowed to make them? Are you afraid of 404? !

The warlock said excitedly,

"You people are so boring, you are curious about the focus!"

Su Yourong shivered and looked at Lin Chou pitifully.

——Make it clear, who the **** is it? Hey!

"Eh... look at my pattern... ah no, how about the tattoos? The standard abyss heavy metal rock and roll coquettish style, I have made it for a long time, all the patterns are not repeated, together it is an abstract abyss three-dimensional What about the topographic map, how about it, awesome? Hahaha, that is to say, my warlock talent has such a brain and strength to portray a topographic map of a plane. Hahaha...Come here and you look at my phalanx, Look at this cheekbones, look at this calf bone, look at this..."

Seeing that the uncle Warlock was about to take off his clothes, Lin Chou quickly stopped.

"Wait, wait... well, good looking good looking, always good looking! Can you stop taking it off!"

Pooh...

This is a serious book. The description is limited to those below the wrist bone and above the cervical vertebrae, and even the tibia and fibula cannot be exposed. What do you think?

"Really good-looking?"

"It's true!"