Doomsday Pavilion

Shan Ye talked about Lin Sorrow, "I said, brother, can't you?"

Nonsense, how can a man say no?

"No problem, but I need some materials, not here."

Qin Sheng consciously lost face in front of Xia Yu just now, and leaned in to pat his chest to make sure, "Brother Chou, what do you want, I promise to get it for you within an hour!"

Lin Chou said in a low voice, Qin Sheng nodded graciously.

"That's it? Nothing?"

Lin Chou spread his hands, "That's all."

Qin Sheng turned and got into the crowd, and said as he ran, "Give me five minutes and come back soon! Wait for me!"

The words were spoken to Lin Chou, but his eyes stuck to Xia Yu.

Qin Wuyong said, "Boss Lin, do you really know how to do it?"

Lin Shou's expression was quite calm, "Very simple."

Qin Wuyong couldn't help taking a deep breath, "Then we will wait and see."

Barrage,

"With such a calm tone, why do I feel an aura called pretending to fill the entire screen."

"It's very simple...hehe, I will give you eighty-one points for this pretense, and the remaining eighteen points will be given to you in the form of 999."

"The calculation upstairs is wrong! Three nine twenty seven..."

"Because 6 turned over."

Passersby,

"What did I just hear? Can I do it?"

"I have smelled the ammonia scent of soft crystal notes!"

"Three million, just ready to put it in my pocket so lightly..."

Soon Qin Sheng ran back carrying a sack and handed it to Lin Chou, "Hu...Hu...Brother Chou, do you think this will work? The meat is newly slaughtered today... and so is the fan." the best..."

"Thank you."

Xia Yu held a glass of cold salt soda in front of Qin Sheng, Qin Sheng's face flushed suddenly, "No, no, nothing, not tired!"

Shan Ye curled his mouth, this technique is not as good as the two tricks of a boy, like a silly boy, he still learns to pick up girls?

The bag was filled with a whole pig's hind legs, the flesh color exposed was a very fresh red, with almost no traces of white fat, when it was pressed down by hand, it immediately bounced.

Pig skin is very firm, pink and white in color, and it looks very shiny. People often say that "the disease of the body is visible on the outside". The same is true for distinguishing the quality of pork. Unless the type of pig is special, it looks like spots, color patches, Strange colors or lumps are absolutely not allowed.

The powder Lin Chou asked Qin Sheng to find was sweet potato powder, which became more common after large-scale planting of potatoes and sweet potatoes in base cities.

Sweet potato starch is fresh and white in color, indicating that it has less impurities and is purer. The higher the whiteness, the better the quality. On the contrary, there are more impurities and poor quality.

Lin Chou used his thumb and index finger to pinch a little starch powder and twisted it back and forth. The hands were smooth and delicate with a slight squeaking sound. The powder felt like shaking on the tips of his fingers.

Qin Sheng is right, the materials are all good.

Lin Chou cut off the pork skin and fat, removed the surface fascia, and cut it into thick pieces the size of a pound, and placed them neatly on the chopping board.

"I said the boss, but they said, there is no meat in the filling, but wild vegetables are used. You broke the rules."

Lin Chou smiled, "Not making stuffing, but making skin."

"Pier?"

"How to make pork skin..."

"No way!"

Lin Chou glanced around, stopped when his gaze fell to the edge of the square, walked under a tall cypress tree, jumped more than a dozen meters high, and gently folded down two trunks with thin arms.

This cypress tree is extremely old. The trunk is folded and extended in a gentle spiral shape. The bark is rugged. The thickest part has a straight part about half a meter long. Then it becomes twisted and coiled like a ghost claw.

With a touch of his hand, the bark fell down, revealing the smooth inner surface, snapping off, leaving only a straight part.

Lin Chou looked at his hands, they were still smooth as jade, and there was no sign of injury.

"Sure enough, it's the skin of a bull..."

Back to the booth, I used two cypress sticks to repair and clean with alkaline water. I turned it upside down with my hands. Well, it was a good time.

Holding a wooden stick in each hand, he beat the pork on the chopping board like a drum.

Cypress has a natural light fragrance, and there is very little juice in the branches, so there is no need to worry about the excessive flavor that affects the fresh fragrance of the meat.

"Cracking...Cracking..."

The beat rhythm is still very fresh and lively, which expresses the warm and welcoming inner world of this handsome sun, that's it.

Lin Chou's strength is well controlled, he lifts it lightly, and takes it when he touches it. It will make a short, light "pop" when it falls on the flesh.

Beat the pork with the weight of the cypress stick itself. In less than ten minutes, the pork on the chopping board gradually lumped into a ball, and some white tendons and pale blood vessels were exposed.

This is the uniqueness of Lin Chou. If someone else is used to fight, it will be very easy to break some small blood vessels and tendons, which cannot be removed. Mixing in the meat will affect the taste and texture.

Qin Wuyong watched Lin Chou keep picking out the debris from the mud, "Is that all right?"

Lin Chou shook his head, "It's still early."

Melt the soda noodles with warm water, pour it on the meat puree, and then continue to beat with a wooden stick.

"Putting in alkaline water can increase the viscosity, but unfortunately you can't find glutinous rice. Otherwise, you can mix in some glutinous rice paste. It will be better," said as he kept moving his hands. "It takes at least two hours to beat like this. Achieve the desired effect."

Qin Wuyong was speechless, "Two hours?... Then what?"

Lin Chou said, "Then it can be rolled with sweet potato flour."

The beaten meat was soft and sticky, showing a very attractive pink color. It was sealed into a dough with two layers of plastic wrap and placed in a bucket filled with large blocks of ice that Qin Sheng found to cool down.

When taken out after fifteen minutes, the temperature of the mashed meat is about 5 degrees Celsius, and then it is spread flat on the cutting board.

Sprinkle a thin layer of sweet potato flour evenly on the surface and roll it over with a rolling pin to make it thinner. Sprinkle the sweet potato flour again and roll again. Repeat this about ten times. Use a kitchen knife to shovel the pork slices that are already covered with the cutting board. , Layers stacked into a square.

After sprinkling sweet potato flour, rolling it out, and repeating these steps dozens of times, the original reddish meat slices gradually became translucent, and they could be picked up entirely without breaking.

"Oh!!"

The crowd onlookers exclaimed, "How is this possible?"

Qin Wuyong also looked at the skin in surprise, the scrolling speed of the barrage on the display was dizzying.

"I take back what I questioned earlier, this boss Lin is very powerful."

"This is the one who has real skills, pork is used for making dough..."

It was not over yet. In the process of Lin Chou's continuous rolling and sprinkling of sweet potato flour, the dough became thin as a cicada's wings, and the huge two-meter-square chopping board was no longer enough to stretch the dough.

Lin Chou had to cut the dough into four pieces while everyone was watching with pity.

"This is cut..."