Doomsday Pavilion

This place is good, Lin Chou exclaimed in his heart.

Except for the huge bluestone and black stone, the rocky beach is pebbles as big as a human head and as small as an egg.

The texture of these pebbles is very delicate, showing a fluorescent white color, with translucent ripples on it, just like a good jade.

You can only see the pool water when it is close. The water here is slightly milky white, and it looks like diluted milk. Lin Chou tried it with his hands, and was surprised to find that the pool water was actually warm, only slightly warmer than body temperature. low.

"This is a volcanic spring?"

Lin Chou lowered his head and smelled it, and as expected, he could smell a very, very faint sulphur in the pool.

You don't have to think about it, you can know that this kind of hot spring water must be full of various minerals, fresh and sweet, it is really a rare good water for cooking.

"Wow."

A few small silver fishes with thin fingers jumped out of the water, obviously very curious about this big face lying on the water.

Lin Chou smiled, hot spring whitebait, isn't this whole pond turned into a pot of pure natural fish soup?

Since it's fish soup, shouldn't it be milky white?

Huang Dashan came over,

"Brother Lin, what are you looking at, eh... how come this water is of this color, don't it be poisonous?"

Wei Tianxing wiped the sweat from his neck, which made him look fresh, natural and greasy.

The weather is very hot, and the nearby Zu Mountain, which is full of forests, has now become a bare and messy piece, without the slightest shade and shade, which is really a torture for a five-story fat man.

Wei Tianxing said with his eyes crossed.

"Nonsense, this is called a hot spring. The hot spring water I found is good. If you don't believe me, try it, it is guaranteed to be sweet and delicious."

Huang Dashan talked, how dare to refute a Tier 6 powerhouse.

Lin Mei said,

"Dig a pot, fill water to cook!"

The poor bald face pulled, needless to say, this kind of hard work of digging the pot would definitely not be able to escape him.

Consciously voluntarily found a big black stone to test the hardness, nodded, and hacked it up. The rubble flew around.

Lin Mei said,

"Well, it doesn't need to be more, two stone pots are enough."

"..."

The bald head almost shed tears.

Lin Chou summoned a convenient shovel, put the swan blood out of the pots and bowls in the Huangdashan cart, and put them aside.

A goose is directly torn off the feathers of the belt for cleaning, and several shoveling are divided into large pieces.

The bald head took a large piece of pebble and shook the pot smoothly, and carried it over with sweat.

"Foreman, take a check and see how much hard-earned money can be given."

Uncle Huang said he was very satisfied with his bald work attitude.

"Okay, go ahead and play, I won't smoke you today."

"..."

After walking around, I found a handful of wild onions, a few limes, and a handful of malian leek. Lin Chou was very satisfied.

Malian leek is actually a kind of leek, but its wild plants also have a scent of onion.

The ones that Lin Chou found were "single root red". The root red seedlings tasted fresh and fragrant, and they could not be used for seasoning.

He picked up a lot of head-sized pebbles into a simple U-shaped stove, set aside the firepit, and set the stone pot up after the fire started.

I have to say that the skill of the bald stone digging pot has improved greatly. The edge of the pot is not thick or thin, which not only ensures that it is strong and not bad but also easy to conduct heat, and the inner wall is also very smooth.

In less than ten minutes, the vigorous flame heated the stone pot to the right temperature. Except for the two swan ribs, Lin Chou chopped the other parts into meat pieces no more than half an elbow and poured them into the huge stone pot. Stir fry.

Huang Dashan is full of pity,

"Tsk tusk, it's a waste to chop such a big goose leg."

Qiongqi's swan meat is very rich in fat, and as the bright red meat turns light red, a light yellow oily water quickly accumulates at the bottom of the pot.

Huang Dashan and Wei Tianxing approached together, sniffing their noses.

"This meat has a delicious taste."

"Well, it's rare. I don't feel greasy at all after smelling this smell. There seems to be some faint fragrance of grass and petals. Is this the smell of Qiongqi flowers? No wonder Lin Xiaozi calls them Qiongqi swan, wonderful Excellent."

Another larger pot was also set up, and according to Lin Chou's order, it was filled with yellow mud dug from the ground and a small amount of river sand for stir fry.

Lin Mei said,

"Be sure to pick out the large stones and debris inside and pick them out."

Huang Dashan shouted sharply,

"Wu, the bald guy, listen to Grandpa. If you find a stone larger than your fingertips in it, I will pluck out your hair one by one, and you can hear it clearly."

I heard Nima had a claw.

The bald head was roaring in his heart. This kind of bullying is really fucking happening more than a hundred times a day.

While his bald head was frying the loess, his eyes glanced at the swallow who was helping Lin Chou work.

What a nice girl, I’m gone, isn’t it the Swallow that is being oppressed? This is absolutely not good, how can a woman with a bald grandfather be bullied by another rotten bald, I can’t leave!

Before he finished his bald head, he saw Huang Dashan throw a cloth bag to the swallow.

"Go, Swallow, sprinkle this bag of salt into the bald-headed clay pot."

The bald head is cracked, I must not leave!!!

Lin Chou stir-fried a pot of goose meat until it was golden and oily, with almost no water remaining on the surface, emitting a slight burnt fragrance.

"Well, it's almost there."

Sprinkle in a handful of malian leek and green salt to shovel out the meat, stuff it directly into the belly of another Qiongqi swan, and finally sew the opening with a straw rope kneaded from the stem of a banana leaf.

After rinsing the stone pot, boil a large pot of water, put a lot of pepper and green salt, and pour the swan thoroughly after the water boils.

After repeating this twice, Qiongqi's swan's feathers are easy to fall off, plucking out the hard and long thick feathers while it is hot, leaving only relatively small down feathers.

Boil a pot of boiling water, pour the water into the bald yellow clay pot, and stir until it becomes a paste.

Wei Tianxing's eyes brightened,

"Wonderful, wonderful, brother Lin is going to be a flower goose?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"It's almost the same way, paste yellow mud on the surface of Qiongqi swan, and wipe every gap between feathers."

Wei Tianxing rolled up his sleeves, "Let me do this, Lao Tzu is professional!"

A white light rose from Wei Tianxing's hand and reached the hot mud. The white light was like a substantial hand holding the mud out of the cauldron and began to smear the swan.

Lin Chou told his bald head,

"The stove over there is piled high, the fire is increasing, and there are more pebbles around."

In less than half an hour, Wei Tianxing wrapped the whole Qiongqi swan into a round mud egg. Lin Chou tied a thick layer of banana leaves on its surface to prevent the yellow mud from deforming and falling off, and put it directly into the bald head. In the U-shaped stove on the side.

"Take down the stove, bury it whole with hot stones, and then regenerate a pile of fire stones, and put them on continuously, heightening and thickening."

"Telling!"