Doomsday Pavilion

Shan Ye blushed,

"Then what thorns old buds? Didn't the woods have been planted? It is said to be quite delicious. I will find snow clams sooner or later."

No one cares about him.

The warm wine picks up a piece of fried beef hoof and puts it in the mouth. The irritable, flame-like blazing spiciness reaches the forehead from the tip of the tongue. The spicy one makes people feel uncomfortable, and the spicy one makes the scalp numb.

The thin slices of cowhide and beef tendon are full of toughness, and they are crisp and elastic when chewed. After adapting to the spiciness, the mouth is full of refreshing flesh and blood, and the rich colors make people linger.

"Kacha, Kacha."

Everyone has obviously discovered the beauty of this dish. Compared with the fresh and bright lamb, this fried beef hoof obviously belongs to a completely different category.

One is like Xiaojiabiyu, the wind blows the willows with a gentle and charming smile;

A child like a quagmire, who believes in the horse's rein, is eager and savage.

But no doubt...

Stir-fried beef hoof is best for wine!

Wen Zhongjiu grabbed the wine jar and took a sip, the wine soaked the clothes, the wine was overflowing, his face was red as blood, and he shouted,

"Hoo... happy!"

With Bai Qiongshou, Shen Feng, Wen Zhongjiu, and the elderly, the people on the table are full of coveted crowds, but Shan Ye is excluded.

It’s scorching summer where others are, and only the surrounding area of ​​the mountain is like snow in June.

Shan Ye swallowed wildly,

"Fuck, you guys are sadistic, I want to drink too..."

"Emmmm," Comrade Wu thought for a while.

"Master Shan, I also have a bottle of Kvass, an alcoholic beverage made from barley, which is sweet and refreshing. Would you like to have some too?"

Huang Dashan's face was green and cursed,

"The fucking thing like horse urine, dare you say it's wine?"

Everyone scolded in unison,

"Wu Ke, dare you!"

Comrade Xiao Wu shrank his neck in fright, and he didn't fall well.

"Yes, count me talking..."

The small mouth of the potted plant was really cherry red, and the eyes of Ye Luan were full of sympathy.

"Hey, that big breasted woman, are you really just coming to eat together?"

Ye Luan shook his head and smiled,

"I have eaten just now, and I don't eat meat."

The potted plant pouted,

"It's so pitiful... but you don't even eat meat, how did you grow into that shape? It's against the laws of physics at all."

The swallow chuckled,

"Girl, you seem to forget that there is a fruit called...papaya."

The potted plant angrily said,

"Papaya and so on are all deceitful. My aunt's grandmother made a lot of money to get back some pink papaya. It's useless at all."

Shan Ye smiled wretchedly,

"Sister Lolita with big breasts, there is a destiny in the world. You have been attached to the immortal attribute by the great will of this world, and it is useless to let you struggle any more."

The potted plants are even green with eyes,

"Hey, the dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth, you are silly!"

Shan Ye sneered,

"Lao Tzu is an educator, do you know what an educator is? Can I tell nonsense? What a joke! I say this because I have solid evidence!"

"..."

A group of people looked at me and I looked at you, almost laughing,

"Then you are talking about, what evidence?"

"Stupid!" Shan Ye snorted coldly, "Listen!"

"Ancient poetry says:

Vote me to papaya, and repay it to Qiongju.

Vote me to the wooden peach, and repay it to Qiong Yao.

Vote for me and give me Qiongjiu."

Bai Qiong blinked,

"This poem sounds like that, but...what do you mean?"

The potted plant shivered, whispering to himself,

"This, this is unscientific... there are still people..."

Huang Dashan stroked his unshaven chin twice, stretched out a little finger, and gestured for the tiny bit of a big one, shaking his head very seriously.

"The meaning of this ancient great sage poem is that no matter if you give me the peaches and plums, or give it back to you, it's just a big piece of broken jade. Well, it's a big piece.

"..."

Well, I hope this ancient great sage will not jump out of the coffin board and break your molars.

Drinking a bottle of cold beer, refreshed.

Everyone was full of enthusiasm, and there were more and more wine jars emptied, Lin Chou smiled even more.

However, he still withdrew from the wine bureau, because the yak in the underground cold storage still needs him to deal with it, so there is no delay.

The meat quality of the yak is different from that of ordinary beef. The "bull" taste is stronger, that is, it is more fishy, ​​and it tastes tougher.

Although the yak is not bloodletted, it will make the beef fresh and tender, but in the same way, the blood will also make the meat a bit more fishy.

After a few hours of freezing and hanging, the blood in the beef has lost a few points, but it still looks thick in color, almost blue-purple.

For a cook who pursues color and fragrance, this is not the color effect Lin Chou wants.

But it is perfect for a unique way of eating yak.

The air-dried yak meat is air-dried whole piece with skin on the bone, no bloodletting or any treatment is required. The mature beef meat is bright red and unrestrained.

The history of the Han people's consumption of raw beef can be traced back to 3,500 years ago. With the productivity at that time, eating beef is undoubtedly an extremely luxurious behavior, and it is often accompanied by harsh laws.

But even earlier than that, the meat products in Tibet are mainly yak meat.

Yak grows in high altitude areas, living conditions are bitter and cold, and food is not abundant.

Because yak meat has less fat and higher protein content, its nutrients are hidden in the cells at a deeper level and can be converted into heat at any time to maintain survival.

Similarly, cold areas mean fewer parasites, bacteria, etc. Therefore, raw yak meat is relatively safer.

There are many ways to eat raw yak meat in Tibetan areas, but air-dried yak is undoubtedly the most widely accepted.

Take the slaughtered yak, break it into two pieces from the spine, roast it to remove the hair and shave off the black ash, and evenly apply the rose salt also produced from the world's highest peak Temurraya on its surface.

Rose salt has a lower salinity and a fragrant taste, and the mineral aroma is very strong.

And the same root is the same, it can collide with wonderful sparks.

Lin Chou needs to simulate the cold weather and biting cold wind on the plateau in the underground cold storage. Only the air-dried yak made in such a temperature and environment can truly restore its most original taste.

Fortunately, the temperature of the cold storage can be controlled, so Lin Chou found a high-powered hair dryer for the yak system and started blowing it at the yak.

Yak still needs proper lighting, so Lin Chou got a simulated fluorescent lamp and set it to light 16 hours a day.

After doing all this, Lin Chou clapped his hands...then scratched his head...

"That's not right, what I have done recently doesn't seem to be an immediate task."

Indeed, the things that Lin Chou has made recently, including bacon and bacon and bear paws to this air-dried yak meat, can be as short as a few months and as long as several years, and there is really no one that can be enjoyed immediately.

"That's not good."

Lin Chou said so, but he happily left the underground cold storage, feeling very happy.