Doomsday Pavilion

Leng Han will not be so simple and rude to eat, absolutely not, but Dasha will.

What a real Xia Zhonghui, since Brother I Chou said so, it must be reasonable!

"Ah..."

One bite down, the piping hot gravy is so energetic.

Dashou's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't let go of the bones. After a few clicks, he disappeared into his huge abyss with bones and flesh.

The poor Erhu hurriedly closed his mouth-otherwise Erhu felt that his saliva would cause splash damage like gravy.

In the end, the "Hungest Crown" did not live up to this domineering name, and its deliciousness was touching.

Lin Chou suddenly realized that he was actually very good at finding some subtle things on the frozen "faceless face" that Leng Han seemed to have just taken out of a special refrigerator.

For example, Leng Han blinks very frequently when she is in a happy mood, and her lips tightly pressed may indicate that she is interested in something-of course, these are the dishes she has made many times when she eats Lin Chou. At that time Boss Lin noticed it.

Especially when eating food that is delicious, Aleng almost always has a subconscious and cute "tearing" action.

emmmmm, like a cat animal holding a bone larger than its entire body, shaking its head and tearing it hard.

According to Boss Lin’s precise analysis, this should be the sequelae of the cold tyrannosaurus gnawing ham after starvation a long time ago.

Also, there is no need to take advantage of people’s dangers when eating, which is a thin line of psychological defense, to see something-for example, the process of tyrannosaurus erecting eyebrows is equivalent to the anger reading bar gradually turning red, this process After the completion of Cold Tyrannosaurus, there is a great chance that the family planning foot will be instantaneously and the skill will be automatically offset.

If someone’s attention is concentrated enough, it’s very useful. You can easily leave a last word within five words while reading the article.

Ahem...

Leng Han blinked,

"The lamb is so tender."

Leng Han has his own set of criteria for judging food. For example, adding some ham to this dish will taste better, this thing does not match with ham (blacklist), as for this dish...

Probably it is to judge another taste through one taste, the judgment standard is clear and transparent, and it is absolutely fair and just.

Lin Shou's heart: But it still feels very ridiculous.

Leng Han insists that the best destination for meat is to be made into bacon, ham and bacon is the kingly way, and the rest are all preparations.

"The most, the most, just treat it as a dessert before dinner... well... or the ham is better..."

Leng Han thought so, and at the same time quickly ate a slice of lamb chops down his stomach, and unconsciously licked his red lips as a finishing touch.

Lin Chou asked with a smile,

"How?"

Leng Han gave an adjective seriously,

"It melts in your mouth."

Adding up to a total of eight words of comments, it can be said that the words are as precious as gold.

In Lin Shou's ears, these eight characters are completely equivalent to the evaluation of the ingredients themselves, more than his craftsmanship-although in fact, it seems that there is no skill worth exploring in them.

Rich practical experience has already let Lin Chou know that to make a good piece of meat ready to melt in the mouth is often as simple as making a mashed potato. You even need a watch to be enough.

It’s the reality of Bu Nanzhi who is blushing all the time,

"It's so beautiful lamb, you can't taste it at all. The lamb itself doesn't have too much seasoning, but it makes people feel refreshed. It feels like eating a lamb chop made of'pudding' in your mouth. ."

Lin Chou didn't forget to taste it himself,

"Alkaline land and herbal food will not only reduce the fishy smell of mutton, but also make the meat more tender. Of course, it is impossible not to have mutton at all, because that is the taste of mutton itself, only when it is just right. , Will have both taste and aftertaste."

"Sure enough, there is an unexpected surprise. I never expected that the Gobi mutton picked up at the price of cabbage would be so good."

Bu Nanzhi said,

"The taste of rosemary is very clear, and it has a fatty burnt aroma, and it has a very mild feeling-but I don't know if it is an illusion, why I always think that the deliciousness of the same level of exotic animal meat is inversely proportional to its original content ?"

There are not one or two such examples. In fact, Lin Chou had similar thoughts when he was making rainbow hazel grouse.

Erhu gnawed wildly with a piece of meat, probed his head,

"Good medicine is bitter?"

Lin Chou: "..."

I was speechless.

Uncle Tiger was a little embarrassed when he was eating, there were small patches of oil on his face, and he just said two words for a long time.

"It's so fragrant!"

Lin's sorrow is still unfinished,

"It's a pity that the handsome'Salt's Stone' is not there. Otherwise, if I use it for cooking, I think the taste of mutton can go up to a new level."

Calabash Baby's eyes are bright,

"Sage...Stone? It sounds amazing! It's like...like a magical artifact in a cartoon...golden?"

"Well, this," Lin Chou said vaguely, pinching his chin, "to a certain extent, you can think so."

Poor gourd baby may not know yet. The so-called "artifact" of your sorrow brother is the same material as the bricks gnawed by the animals before the cataclysm.

Surprises are not surprises, surprises are not surprises?

The two most hungry of a group of people under the crown, at least they can survive the moment when the stewed fish, mutton, and wild boar are out of the pot.

There are not so many pots in Uncle Hu's house. Two dishes are made in Sister Hu's courtyard.

The four cauldrons were foggy, especially the moment the lid was lifted back and forth, almost completely bursting this narrow alley-I don't know how big the psychological shadow of other neighbors in the alley is at this moment.

Uncle Tiger is happy,

"Come here, start a meal, and taste your Uncle Tiger's craftsmanship...Boiled miscellaneous fish! Clear water lamb! Erhu bring the pot of fresh chive sauce pickled in spring, and go!"

Sister Hu’s dishes are also here,

"Fish head stewed frozen tofu! Braised wild boar! Everyone is sitting, and potatoes are added to the braised pork~"

Four dishes, simple cooking dishes are huge, no need to say anything else, just eat it open.

Lin sorrows strange,

"Oh, it's fresh, where does the frozen tofu come from?"

Sister Hu gave him a white look.

"I bought it, such a big fish head, I can't mess it up."

Almost a full basin of fish heads, surrounded by scattered square frozen tofu, about three pieces of tofu, fully showing the treasure of frozen tofu.

Lin Chou had done this before, kelp frozen tofu soup.

A big pot of kelp, a palm-sized piece of frozen tofu, cut without cutting.

This is called borrowing.

The sheep are stewed directly in the pot. Except for the two most hungry crowns used by Lin Chou, a sheep has eight chunks in one pot.

After the mutton was taken out, a pot of sliced ​​radish-Gaojiaoqing radish was placed in the pot.

Uncle Hu was about to put the sheep under the water into the pot, but Lin Chou stopped him and couldn't finish it.

A sheep with four legs was assigned to the two sisters and children by Uncle Tiger.

"Your sister-in-law and I are both ordinary people. We have a small appetite. Just eat this sheep's head. The sheep's head is good and can produce a lot of meat."

A half fan of lamb chops was placed in front of Lin Chou, and the fascia was transparent, and it was stewed until the bones fell off.

Lin Chou tore off a few ribs and put them on his mouth, and the meat was all in his mouth.

Hot, delicious and tender.

Lin Chou raised his eyebrows,

"Uncle Tiger should eat lamb's tail, it's fat, and it's a lot to make up~"

Eyes kept sweeping between Sister Hu and Uncle Hu.

Old Uncle Hu blushed, put his posture in full, and finally only muttered in a low voice.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense."

The soft lamb is torn from the bones and dipped in salt flower or chive sauce hot.

No comment is needed at this time, and everyone is quite fierce.

Lin Chou picked up a few chopsticks and fish, which was as good as ever.

"It's still the same taste. Sister Hu's miso is a must... Why didn't the miscellaneous fish stewed today have pancakes?"

Uncle Hu said,

"The cornmeal at home is gone, so there is no sticker. Try the fish head stewed by your sister-in-law, haha, the craftsmanship of the older sister is much better than mine."

"Yes, yes, eat, eat all."

The styles of the dishes in the alleys are almost similar, the color is heavy, the taste is heavier, nothing else, let’s have a meal.

After Bu Nanzhi finished eating a leg of lamb, she added two pots of rice, and her appetite was even as good as Xia Dasha.

"The braised pork is really delicious, chewy and delicious! The potatoes inside..."

Speaking of this, he hesitated with a weird expression.

"It's delicious too!"

The meat of wild boar is relatively firm. It can’t chew for a short time and has a lot of oil. Therefore, when stewing the black mountain wild boar in the alley, it is fried once and then simmered in miso and soy sauce for a few hours.

As for potatoes, it is a gadget that just emerged last year. It is produced by the scientific research institute. The price is huge and the taste is fair.

Potatoes are a good thing in the alley, full and cheap.

As soon as the tide of beasts passed, every household carried a few sacks home, roasted, fried, fried, stewed, and eaten all kinds of things.

However, it was the first time for Bu Nanzhi to eat potatoes in this "state"-whole, without peeling.

Bu Nanzhi asked,

"It looks like...is it because of any claims?"

Uncle Tiger laughed,

"Where is there any saying, this can be regarded as a kind of'one pot'. Potatoes don't have much salty taste with their skins. After a pot of stew, the potatoes are broken into vegetables, and the whole thing is rice. Convenience."

Bu Nanzhi's eyes widened, "Oh..."

Uncle Tiger said,

"Now the people in the alleys don’t bring dry food when they go to the beach to buy goods, so they carry a backpack of potatoes, light a fire when they are resting, and it’s easy to bake them. It’s not too much trouble to find some small seafood and get a pot of sea water directly. It's all cooked, and it's as delicious."

"Don't tell me, these seawater-boiled potatoes with skins are not at all bitter and frustrating like the dishes we used to make with coarse gray salt."

It seems that after eating this meal, Bu Nanzhi should be able to learn a lot of knowledge.

The food on the table is almost the same, and each person comes with a bowl of radish and mutton soup sprinkled with green onions.

Drinking Tangha and breathing, I just feel that my whole body is full of inexhaustible strength, but I don't want to move a little bit lazily.

Bu Nanzhi finally hugged his stomach and sighed.

"I really want to hold this bowl of soup and drink it all the time..."

Leng Han suddenly took a sentence,

"You can't drink that time."

Everyone: "???"

Sudden silence.

Leng Han’s ears were red, and he said straightforwardly,

"You are a Tier 5 evolutionary. It takes less than an hour to eat these and you will be hungry, and you will continue to eat."

Uh, so, is this a cold joke...

After a while,

"Erhu and Calabash Baby pick up their bowls and put them on the table!"

As a result, Leng Han and Bu Nanzhi rushed to help, but Uncle Hu and Sister Hu could not persuade them, so they had to go.

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"These two little guys are finally able to make money for the family...Does Uncle Hu still go to Dongmen and the beach to do odd jobs?"

Uncle Tiger shook his head.

"No, I haven't been busy with Xiaoqiu's affairs for more than half a month. I feel relieved when the matter is resolved, and I can find another job. Anyway, I am familiar with it over there."

Huluwa and Erhu didn't come back from the martial arts school very often. They often live in school. Uncle Hu doesn't need to worry about the time, and there is also Dasao Hu to help.

Lin Chou gave a cry.

Xindao was looking for a chance to see if he could find a decent job for Uncle Hu-Dongmen is now familiar with him.

Think that Xiao Hong's sea hunting ship should be docked in a few days. His yellow-lipped fish will finally arrive home, and he is eager to see through.

Xia Dasha, who had not spoken for a long time, finally ended his hiccup time at this moment.

"Huh... but I'm dead..."

Rubbing his belly, Xia Dashou said straight to Chef Lin.

"I still think that Uncle Hu and Sister Hu's cooking is more delicious than that of Brother Chou."

Uncle Tiger said with a grinning face,

"This big man, what are you talking about, where do I and your sister-in-law Hu do the food? Lin Zi does this. Quan Mingguang is famous, how can it be compared?"

Xia Dasha scratched his head unhappily, still not letting go.

"It's delicious, just like my mother's cooking, it's ‘fragrant’, you can’t eat it anywhere else!"

Xia Dasha felt that she couldn't express her thoughts, and was so anxious.

"Brother Chou sometimes cooks ‘scented’, sometimes it’s not ‘scented’!”

Uncle Tiger was helpless,

"This silly boy..."

Xia Da silly refers to the stove in the yard, and refers to the uncle Hu's sister-in-law.

"Anyway... it's incense..."

Uncle Tiger said,

"Home cooking, don't they all taste the same... By the way, Linzi, I won't go back today."

Lin Chou thoughtfully was in a daze, and said,

"Go back, go back before dark, and open a shop tomorrow."

Uncle Hu glanced at Sister Hu who was busy in the kitchen, and said mysteriously,

"Would you like to come back again? Your sister-in-law Hu is watching, I have a drop of wine... Hey, let's get some side dishes tonight, let's have something to drink?"

Lin Chou couldn't laugh or cry,

"Come on, Uncle Tiger, you can drink less of the broken wine on the 11th market. In a few days, I will ask Bao Er to send you a few jars of Qingquan Mountain and beer."

Uncle Tiger said with disdain,

"Qingquanshan is also a famous name, where is the wine on the market strong enough."

"..."

Isn't it exciting? What's more, just add some water to the alcohol!

It’s cheap to take up one degree, and I don’t know what messy ingredients are brewed. Drinking a pound or two of Qingquan Mountain is more than enough. I have a headache for three days without discounts.

"Really don't drink? Oh...there has been a shortage of food recently, and the winery has stopped working. The half bottle of "Shun Shan Down" is the last inventory of your Uncle Tiger~ Of course the good things must be shared with everyone."

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I also need to protect my brain!