Doomsday Pavilion

A large group of flat-headed brothers who came to catch the trap were hidden behind the scenes, watching the weird two-legged creatures happily embrace the various sweet, salty and fishy pheasants in the trap back to the camp. Pointing to each other with the tips of their claws.

The first person who held the pot patted his chest with a "hoho" language with a total of only three tones and two ranges, expounding and demonstrating his point of view in detail, and won the praise of the flat head brothers.

The small flat-heads waved their claws lightly, and the flat-headed figures immediately scattered from the bushes. All this happened quietly.

...

At this time, Lin Chou himself was blowing magic conch against a group of completely trapped children.

"Ahem, this handsome trap is rare and hard to find in the world. Confucius and his elders once said: Dao Zhijian! Don't look at your brother. This trap looks simple and very rough, but in fact it is from the trap. The size, the angle of the slope, and the number of spikes at the bottom of the trap are all carefully calculated and carefully laid out!"

Qin Sheng was dumbfounded.

"Brother Chou, you catch these chickens and then put them in traps and cover them-don't you find it troublesome?"

Lin Chou swears, and doesn't care what kind of impact the essence of language art will have on the children's worldview.

"Little Gayazi! What are you talking about? These chickens are caught by traps, know? I rely on, there are a lot of people who are not serious, and some of them are good to eat. Where do you have so many problems?"

Erhu pulled Qin Sheng's sleeve,

"Let Brother Chou finish it first... I heard my dad say that when I was young, he took Brother Chou down to the earth dragon to fish, but he didn’t get a fish in the earth dragon all morning, so he was stunned. It was stuffed with the guinea fowl raised by Aunt Weizi and said it was from the Earth Dragon Net..."

Qin Sheng mumbled,

"It's not uncommon for traps to catch chickens... Have you ever seen a trap that can catch a pot?"

"..."

But fortunately, Lin, the master of traps, showed off for a while before honestly stewing chicken.

"Hey, I'm so angry, just dig a trap to catch so many chickens. Gastrodia may be a bit insufficient this time! You have to dig a bigger pot!"

Stewed chicken with Tianma, resoundingly delicious.

Of course, if the strong sour smell of Gastrodia elata is excluded.

Xia Yu pinched his nose and asked.

"Brother Chou, are the potatoes you brought back broken...ok...ok..."

The little girl was shy and didn't say the words "urinary smell".

Lin Chou was all up, humming a tune and said,

"Gastrodia is a good thing. Before the cataclysm, it was still a very valuable Chinese medicinal material. Of course, this taste is a bit strange, and it will be gone after it is made. Don't worry!"

The gastrodia elata itself has a strong flavor, and there is no need for extra flavor to mix it up. Just clean the chicken and chop it in half and throw it into the past. After frying out the oil, fill with water and boil over the heat.

The types of these chickens are different, such as hazel pheasant, golden pheasant, pheasant, small pheasant, etc., the meat quality and taste are different, but once they are in the pot, the tastes of each other merge with each other and the aroma is blooming. , Must not be simply described with a fresh word.

The gurgling rolling is not only the soup, the water, but more grease soon surfaced on the surface. Ten minutes before the pot, add the chopped gastrodia elata, and finally sprinkle a little green onion to declare the accomplishment.

It's just that Qin Sheng and his friends were a little dazed, they didn't dare to start.

"Brother Chou, that stuff, are you sure you can really eat it?"

Lin Chou sneered,

"It's delicious, do you like it or not, do you want to be so handsome and want to poison you and inherit your homework? Free me..."

Dasha's trust in Lin Chou was incomparable by anyone. He took a chicken out of the pot and hugged it and ate it. Fortunately, Dasha fished out the only colorful hazel grouse.

"Hey, fragrant... Xiaoyu, eat it quickly... it's delicious..."

So Xia Yu also started, took out a piece of Tianma and took a bite carefully.

"Hey..."

Slightly crispy taste, slight sweetness coupled with a faint aroma of Chinese medicinal materials, and full of the deliciousness of chicken broth. It looks light, but it is like a white braised pork with enough ingredients. The fragrance is long and strong.

"Huh? This thing...really delicious!"

Even though he was trembling with the strange smell of fresh gastrodia elata, the stewed gastrodia elata was no longer sour in terms of appearance or smell. Qin Sheng swallowed his saliva and insisted.

"Then I will reluctantly taste it..."

Xia Dasha killed 26 whole chickens by himself, patted his stomach and poured half a pot of soup, showing a simple and honest smile.

"Take it...can't eat it...hiccup!"

This is the trouble of happiness. There is half of the chicken left and half of the soup left, but everyone is already powerless.

Si Gouzi licked his lips in disdain, and went on to sleep-this guy ran out last night and didn't know what good stuff he stole, and now his stomach is still like a balloon.

Qin Sheng sighed repeatedly,

"Or... let's take this pot of stewed chicken back to school, it's a shame to put it here..."

"Cracking."

Qin Sheng let out a strange cry.

"Damn, what sound is it!!"

Si Gouzi lazily raised his eyelids and closed them again.

A group of flat-headed brothers slowly drilled out of the forest, and one of them was a little bit smaller and still unrelentingly carrying the stone pot that had been ignored by Lin Chou and was thrown alone by the trap with very obvious symbolic meaning.

An extraordinarily large flat-headed brother said "Ho", Xiaoping-tou immediately took two steps forward, placing the pot in his hand in front of everyone.

Little stars appeared in Xia Yu’s eyes.

"Ah, Brother Sorrow, they seem to want to eat too..."

Lin Chou was also a little dazed, and gestured.

"You...want to make a pot??"

Big flat head,

"Ho, ho ho!"

Several friends from Qinshan Martial Arts School were shocked, Qin Sheng said,

"Damn, whoever says that the strange beasts in the wilderness are stupid and nonchalant, I'll be anxious, this is absolutely perfect!"

The newly chiseled pot is really huge in order to be able to stew the chicken. Even if only half of the pot is left, it is not much less after filling the stone pot before.

Lin Chou pushed the installed stone pot over there, and said impatiently,

"Here, take it away, take it away."

With a wave of the big flat-headed claws, many flat-headed hands lifted the cauldron from the fire, and disappeared into the depths of the forest in a blink of an eye-the size of the mouthful is equivalent to a bowl in comparison The small, full-filled pot was dismissive.

The whole process was coordinated and methodical, and the movements quickly came and went like wind. When Lin Chou reacted, he couldn't help but let out an extremely angry roar.

"Damn, no one can ever snatch my pot in front of me, no!!"

Qin Sheng's reminder,

"Still twice."