Doomsday Pavilion

The four-divided noodles were folded up, patted with sweet potato flour and continued to roll, gradually becoming larger and thinner, and the shape changed from fan-shaped to round again, and Lin Chou's technique became lighter.

After more than ten minutes, Lin Chou picked up four pieces of dough and shook them lightly. The excess sweet potato flour fell on the chopping board one after another, and the dough was raised in the wind like four flags.

At this time, Shen Daru came to the booth out of breath, "You, can you really do it??"

He has seen the scene just now in the live broadcast.

"This is the gold master?"

"Hey, the gold master is here, the gold master is here."

"Well, three million idiots who eat a bowl of hell-wonton? It doesn't look like it..."

I don't know whether this person is lamenting whether Shen Daru is not like a fool or a gold master.

Shen Daru asked eagerly, "Can it be done?"

Lin Chou recognized the middle-aged man, "It turned out to be Mr. Shen. I don't know what kind of filling is the wonton that Mr. Shen ate?"

Shen Daru thought for a while, "It should be the wild vegetables that can be seen everywhere... I don't remember which one, but there should be many kinds of them mixed together, crispy, very fresh and very fragrant."

Lin Chou said, "Then I will do it my own way."

Shen Daru nodded repeatedly, "Okay."

Lin Chou asked Qin Sheng to go to the bushes to find some wild vegetables, pick out those with heavy smell and discard them, and wash the rest and chop them.

Find out a few water chestnuts, peeled and chopped into the ends, chopped the prawns and flounder, mixed with green salt and a small amount of egg liquid and stirred with the ground vegetables.

The plaice is also called sole fish and flounder. Its meat is tender and white, delicious and plump. It has the effect of replenishing deficiency and qi, and can make up for the emptiness of wild vegetables.

Lin Chou said,

"According to legend, as early as in ancient times, during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty before the cataclysm, there was a master Yushi who returned home from Puzhou, Fuzhou, who lived in the mountainous area, and if he ate too much Shanzhen, he felt nothing. So his chef Take the lean pork leg, beat it into a mash with a wooden stick, mix it with an appropriate amount of sweet potato flour, roll it into thin pieces of paper, cut into three-inch cubes, wrap the meat, make a flat meal, and cook. Served with soup. Master Yushi only felt smooth, tender and crisp in his mouth. He kept calling great and hurriedly asked what kind of snack it was. The chef said it was flat meat yan because it was shaped like a flying swallow. The flat meat yan and duck eggs are cooked together, because duck eggs are homonymous with chaos and pressure in Fushen dialect, which means peace, and there is also the saying of peace."

"I guess, this must be the wonton that Mr. Shen eats, this is Taiping Yan, which is filled with various wild vegetables, but it has a meaty taste when it is eaten, and its skin is very tough... Well, Mr. Shen can Try this swallow skin, whether it can bear a pound of weight without collapse and break.

Shen Dalu was skeptical, and Qin Wuyong walked over, "Try, you must try."

The barrage has been brushed up. Isn't it a waste if you don't make good use of this eye-catching opportunity?

Shen Dalu and Qin Wuyong opened a large swallow skin with their four hands. This swallow skin was two meters in diameter and transparent from the top and bottom. The figure on the opposite side could be clearly seen from below.

Xia Yu picked up a cypress stick and placed it on it, and saw that the skin of the swallow was slightly taut, but it really didn't break.

It should be known that the cypress that Lin Chou used to beat the meat has the thickness of an arm and is more than half a meter long. Even if it is dry and juicy, it weighs at least three to five pounds.

More and more people gathered around the scene and exclaimed.

Lin Chou lifted the swallow skin and said calmly, "There should be one more."

"Also put..."

"This paper is thinner than paper, can it hold ten catties?"

"This boss is a little big..."

Qin Wu Yong said, "Let it go!"

Xia Yu gritted her silver teeth and carefully put another cypress stick on it.

Yanpi sank again under the heavy pressure, and fell into a big arc, but it didn't break!

The breeze blew, and two wooden sticks rolled around on the thin skin of a cicada-wing swallow.

"Fuck... trough..."

Even Shan Ye was stunned.

"Is it impossible?"

"This this..."

The two took off the wooden sticks, and the skin of the swallows rippled with the wind, light as water waves, and the clouds were soothing, while the sunken part slowly retracted and remained flat.

Qin Wuyong smiled bitterly and pointed at the camera and said,

"You see, Brother Wuyou has nothing to say. I really took it this time. It's ten catties... and Yanpi is two meters in diameter, thinner than paper..."

Lin Chou cut the skin of the meat swallow into four-inch squares, put it in the filling, squeezed it tightly in the middle, made the edges naturally bend, and sealed it with egg liquid.

"The meat yan I want to make is stuffed with green prawns, plaice, water chestnuts, wild vegetables, and egg liquid. The edges are bent tightly in the middle. Because it is shaped like a periwinkle, the ancients before the cataclysm called it Xiao Changchun. No meat at all, fine but not greasy, thin and transparent, with both meat and vegetable flavors."

Lin Chou used the remaining pork leg bones and Sancai Snake Wine to cook a pot of bone soup, picked it up and placed it in a soup bowl, sprinkled with some chopped green vegetables and a little green salt.

Put the prepared meat yan in a cage and steam it over high heat for 5 minutes, then put it in a boiling water pot, boil it over high heat, and remove it into the prepared bone broth bowl.

Pushing it in front of Shen Daru, "Try it."

Shen Daru licked his dry lips, "Can you?"

"please!"

At first glance, the cooked Taiping Yan is skin-covered with emerald green vegetable fillings. The skin of the bird's nest is soft and shiny, white and smooth, fine and transparent, and exudes a scent of fleshy meat. It turns into a place with the milky white bone broth, just like The emerald green pearl rises and falls in it, and the broth is sprinkled with chopped green vegetables, which fits inside and out, and is beautiful.

Shen Daru's hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly, his eyes were red, and he scooped out a Taiping Yan or a small Changchun, and half a spoonful of soup, swallowed it in his mouth.

"Well...."

He let out a baby-like moan, and two lines of tears came down the corners of his eyes.

Shen Daru closed his eyes, held the bowl in both hands, shook his body a few times, and did not fall under Qin Wuyong's support.

"Woo...oooo...grandmother..."

He knelt to the ground with a puff, dust covered his face and the soup bowl with food.

Let out a heart-piercing cry,

"Grandma..."

This is a very ridiculous scene. A well-dressed middle-aged man fell to the ground and wept bitterly. Dust and tears turned into dirty mud on his face.

However, there were at least hundreds of onlookers, and the surrounding silence seemed to be dead, with only whirring wind, no one spoke or made a mockery, everyone's eyes were full of confusion and faint sadness.

Xia Yu wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled, "Old sir, eat quickly, it will cool off."

Shen Daru suddenly started, "Yes...my wonton, my wonton..."

He is holding the soup bowl, and he will feel ashamed to eat the mountain master, like a ghost.

Qin Wuyong yelled for a while, "Gray...the bowl is dirty...", without saying anything afterwards, it stuck in his throat.

Presumably, he could no longer hear other voices.