Doomsday Pavilion

Leng Han would not be so simple and rude to eat, absolutely not, but Dasha would.

What a real Xia Zhonghui, since Brother I Chou said so, it must be reasonable!

"Ah..."

One bite down, the piping hot gravy called a vibrant energy.

Dashou's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't even let go of the bones. After a few clicks, he disappeared into his huge abyss with bones and flesh.

The poor Erhu quickly closed his mouth-otherwise Erhu felt that his saliva would cause splash damage like gravy.

In the end, the "Hungest Crown" did not live up to this domineering name, and its deliciousness was touching.

Lin Chou suddenly realized that he was actually very good at finding some subtle things on the frozen "faceless face" that Leng Han seemed to have just taken out of a special refrigerator.

For example, Leng Han blinks very frequently when she is in a good mood, and her lips tightly pressed may indicate that she is interested in something-of course, these are the dishes she has made many times when she eats Lin Chou. At that time Boss Lin noticed it.

Especially when eating food that is delicious, Aleng almost always has a subconscious and cute "tearing" action.

emmmmm, like a cat animal holding a bone larger than its entire body, shaking its head and tearing it hard.

According to Boss Lin’s precise analysis, this should be the sequelae of the cold tyrannosaurus gnawing ham after starving for many days a long time ago.

Also, you don’t need to take advantage of people’s dangers when eating is a thin line of defense. For example, the process of tyrannosaurus erecting eyebrows is equivalent to the anger reading bar gradually turning red. This process After the completion of Cold Tyrannosaurus, there is a great chance that the family planning foot will be instantaneously and the skill will be automatically offset.

If someone’s attention is concentrated enough, it’s very useful. You can easily leave a last word within five words while reading the article.

Ahem...

Leng Han blinked,

"The lamb is so tender."

Leng Han has his own set of criteria for judging food. For example, adding some ham to this dish will taste better, this thing does not match with ham (blacklist), as for this dish...

Probably it is to judge another taste through one taste, the judgment standard is clear and transparent, and it is absolutely fair and just.

Lin Shou's heart: But it still feels very ridiculous.

Leng Han insists that the best destination for meat is to be made into bacon, ham and bacon is the kingly way, and the rest are all preparations.

"The most, the most, just treat it as a dessert before dinner... well... or ham is better..."

Leng Han thought this way, and at the same time quickly ate a slice of lamb chops into his stomach, and unconsciously licked his red lips as a finishing touch.

Lin Chou asked with a smile,

"how about it?"

Leng Han gave an adjective seriously,

"It melts in your mouth."

Adding up to a total of eight words of comments, it can be said that the words are like gold.

In Lin Shou's ears, these eight characters are completely equivalent to the evaluation of the ingredients themselves, more than his craftsmanship-although in fact, it seems that there is no skill worth exploring in them.

Rich practical experience has already let Lin Chou know that it is as simple as making a piece of mashed potatoes to make a good piece of meat in the mouth. You even need a watch to be enough.

It’s the reality of Bu Nanzhi who is blushing all the time,

"It's so beautiful lamb, you can't taste it at all. The lamb itself doesn't have too much seasoning but it makes people feel refreshed. It feels like eating a lamb chop made of'pudding' ."

Lin Chou didn't forget to taste it himself,

"Alkaline land and herbal food will not only reduce the fishy smell of mutton, but also make the meat more tender. Of course, it is impossible not to have mutton at all, because that is the taste of mutton itself, only when it is just right. , Will have both taste and aftertaste."

"Sure enough, there was an unexpected surprise. I didn't expect the Gobi mutton picked up at the price of cabbage to have such excellent meat quality."

Bu Nanzhi said,

"Rosemary has a clear taste, a fatty burnt aroma, and a very mild feeling-but I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Why I always think that the deliciousness of the meat of the same rank is inversely proportional to its original content. ?"

There are not one or two such examples. In fact, Lin Chou had similar ideas when he was making rainbow hazel grouse.

Erhu gnawed wildly with a piece of meat, probed his brain,

"Good medicine is bitter?"

Lin Chou: "..."

I was speechless.

Uncle Tiger was a little embarrassed when he was eating, there were small patches of oil on his face, and he just said two words for a long time.

"It's so fragrant!"

Lin's sorrow is still not over,

"It's a pity that the handsome'Salt's Stone' is not there. Otherwise, if I use it for cooking, I think the taste of mutton can go up to another level."

Calabash Baby has bright eyes,

"Sage...Stone? It sounds amazing! It's like...like a magical artifact in a cartoon...and shiny?"

"Well, this," Lin Chou said vaguely, pinching his chin, "to a certain extent, you can think so."

Poor gourd baby may not know that the so-called "artifact" of your sorrow brother is the same material as the bricks gnawed by the livestock before the cataclysm.

Surprises are not surprises, surprises are not unexpected?

The two most hungry of a group of people under the crown, at least they can survive the moment when the stewed fish, mutton, and wild boar are out of the pot.

There are not so many pots at Uncle Hu's house. Two dishes are made in Sister Hu's courtyard.

The four cauldrons were foggy, especially the moment the lid was lifted back and forth, almost completely bursting this narrow alley-I don't know how big the psychological shadow of other neighbors in the alley is at this moment.

Uncle Tiger is happy,

"Come here, start a meal, and taste your Uncle Tiger's craftsmanship...Boiled miscellaneous fish! Clear water lamb! Erhu bring the pot of fresh leek sauce that was pickled in spring, and go!"

Sister Hu’s dishes are also here,

"Fish head stewed with frozen tofu! Braised wild boar! Everyone is sitting, and potatoes are added to the braised pork~"

Four dishes, simple cooking dishes are huge, no other words are needed at all, just eat them open.

Lin sorrows,

"Oh, it's fresh, where does the frozen tofu come from?"

Sister Hu gave him a white look.

"Bought it, such a big fish head, you can't mess it up."

Almost a full basin of fish heads, surrounded by scattered square frozen tofu, about three pieces of tofu, fully showing the treasure of frozen tofu.

Lin Chou had done this before, kelp frozen tofu soup.

A big pot of kelp, the frozen tofu is only a palm-sized piece, not cut.

This is called borrowing.

The sheep are stewed directly in the pot. Except for the two most hungry crowns used by Lin Chou, a sheep has eight pieces in one pot.

After the mutton was taken out, a pot of sliced ​​radish-Gaojiaoqing radish was placed in the pot.

Uncle Hu was about to put the sheep underwater into the pot, but Lin Chou prevented him from eating it.

A sheep with four legs was assigned to the two sisters and children by Uncle Tiger.

"Your sister-in-law and I are both ordinary people. We have a small appetite. Just eat this sheep's head. The sheep's head is good and can produce a lot of meat."

A half fan of lamb chops was placed in front of Lin Chou, and the fascia was transparent.

Lin Chou tore off a few ribs and put them on his mouth. The meat was all in his mouth.

Hot, delicious and tender.

Lin Chou raised an eyebrow,

"Uncle Tiger should eat lamb's tail, it's fat, and it's a lot to make up~"

Eyes kept sweeping between Sister Hu and Uncle Hu.

Old Uncle Hu blushed, put his posture in full, and finally only muttered in a low voice.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense."

The soft mutton is torn from the bones and dipped in salt flower or chive sauce hot.

No comments are needed at this time, and everyone is quite fierce.

Lin Chou caught a few chopsticks and fish, which was as good as ever.

"It's still the same taste, Sister Hu's miso is indispensable... Why didn't the miscellaneous fish stewed today have pancakes?"

Uncle Hu said,

"The stick noodles at home are gone, so there is no post. Try the fish head stewed by your sister-in-law, hehe, the craftsmanship of the older sister is much better than mine."

"Yes, yes, eat, eat all."

The styles of the dishes in the alleys are almost similar, the color is heavy and the taste is heavier, nothing else, eat.

After Bu Nanzhi finished eating a leg of lamb, she added two pots of rice. Her appetite was even as big as Xia Dasha.

"The braised pork is really delicious, chewy and delicious! The potatoes inside..."

Speaking of this, he hesitated with a strange expression.

"It's delicious too!"

The meat of wild boar is relatively firm. It can’t be chewed for a short period of time, and the oil content is high. So when the black mountain wild boar is stewed in the alley, it is fried once and then simmered for several hours with miso and soy sauce.

As for potatoes, it is a gadget that just emerged last year. It is produced by the scientific research institute. The price is huge and the taste is fair.

Potatoes are a good thing in the alley, full and cheap.

As soon as the tide of beasts passed, every household carried a few sacks home, roasted, fried, fried, stewed, and eaten.

However, it was the first time for Bu Nanzhi to eat potatoes in this "state"-whole, without peeling.

Bu Nanzhi asked,

"It looks like...is it because of any claims?"

Uncle Tiger laughed,

"Where is there any saying, this can be regarded as a kind of'one pot'. Potatoes don't have much salty taste with their skins. After a pot of stew, the potatoes are broken into vegetables, and the whole thing is rice. Convenience."

Bu Nanzhi's eyes widened, "Oh..."

Uncle Tiger said,

"Now the people in the alleys don’t bring dry food when they go to the beach to buy goods, so they carry a backpack of potatoes, light a fire when they are resting, and it’s easy to bake them. It’s not too much trouble to find some small seafood and get a pot with sea water It's all cooked and it's as delicious."

"Don't tell me, these seawater boiled potatoes with skins are not at all bitter and frustrating like the dishes we used to make with coarse gray salt."

It seems that after eating this meal, Bu Nanzhi should be able to learn a lot.

The food on the table is almost the same, and each person comes with a bowl of radish and mutton soup sprinkled with green onions.

Drinking Tangha and breathing, I only feel that my whole body is full of energy, but I don't want to move at all.

Bu Nanzhi finally hugged his stomach and sighed.

"I really want to hold this bowl of soup and drink it to the ground..."

Leng Han suddenly took a sentence,

"You can't drink that time."

Everyone: "???"

Sudden silence.

Leng Han's ears were red, and he said straightforwardly,

"You are a Tier 5 evolutionary. It takes less than an hour to eat these and you will be hungry, and you will continue to eat."

Uh, so, is this a cold joke...

After a while,

"Erhu and Calabash Baby pick up their bowls and put them on the table!"

As a result, Leng Han and Bu Nanzhi rushed to help, but Uncle Hu and Sister Hu couldn't persuade them, so they had to go.

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"These two little guys are finally able to make money for the family... Is Uncle Hu still going to the East Gate and the beach to do odd jobs?"

Uncle Tiger shook his head.

"No, I haven't been busy with Xiaoqiu for more than half a month. I feel relieved when the matter is resolved, and I can find a new job. Anyway, I am familiar there."

Huluwa and Erhu didn't come back from the martial arts school very often. They often live in school. Uncle Hu doesn't need to worry about time, and there is also Dasao Hu to help.

Lin Chou said.

Xindao was looking for a chance to see if he could find a decent job for Uncle Hu-he is also familiar with Dongmen now.

Think that Xiao Hong's sea hunting ship should be docked in a few days. His yellow-lipped fish will finally arrive home, and he is eager to see.

Xia Dasha, who didn't speak for a long time, finally ended his hiccup time at this moment.

"Huh... but I can die..."

Rubbing his stomach, Xia Dashou said straight to Chef Lin.

"I still think that Uncle Hu and Sister Hu's cooking is better than that of Brother Chou."

Uncle Tiger grinned and said,

"This big man, what are you talking about, where do I and your sister-in-law Hu do the food? Lin Zi does this. Quan Mingguang is famous, how can it be compared?"

Xia Dasha scratched his head unhappily, still not letting go.

"It's delicious, just like my mother's cooking, it's'fragrant', you can't eat it anywhere else!"

Xia Dasha felt that her thoughts were a little unspeakable, and she was in a hurry.

"Brother Chou sometimes cooks, but sometimes it’s not scented!"

Uncle Tiger was helpless,

"This silly boy..."

Xia Da silly refers to the stove in the yard, and refers to the uncle Hu's sister-in-law.

"Anyway... it's incense..."

Uncle Tiger said,

"Home cooking, don't they all taste the same... By the way, Linzi, won't you go back today?"

Lin Chou thoughtfully was in a daze, saying,

"Go back, go back before dark, and open a shop tomorrow."

Uncle Hu glanced at the busy Sister Hu in the kitchen, and said mysteriously,

"Would you like to come back again? Your sister-in-law Hu is watching, I have this drop of wine... Hey, let's get some side dishes for the two of us to drink tonight?"

Lin Chou couldn't laugh or cry,

"Come on, Uncle Tiger, you can drink less of the broken wine on the 11th market. In a few days I will ask Bao Er to send you a few jars of Qingquan Mountain and beer."

Uncle Tiger said with disdain,

"Qingquanshan is also a famous name, where is the wine on the market strong enough."

"..."

Isn't it exciting? What's more, just add some water to the alcohol!

It’s cheap to take up one degree, and I don’t know what kind of messy ingredients are brewed. Drinking a pound or two of Qingquan Mountain is more than enough. I have a headache for three days without discounts.

"Really don't drink? Oh...there has been a shortage of food, and the winery has stopped working. The half bottle of "Shun Shan Pour" is the last inventory of your Uncle Tiger~ Of course the good things must be shared with everyone."

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