Doomsday Pavilion

Generally speaking, there are two kinds of oils used for fried rice, lard adds coriander oil to add color.

For example, fried rice with eggs, use rapeseed oil to fry the dazzling golden color.

But when Lin Chou took out the third oil, Wu Ke was a little bit intolerable.

"Brother Sorrow, are you preparing oily rice..."

Lin Chou sighed.

The third type of oil was collected when the hazel chicken was just roasted, not much, not more than half.

These orange-yellow chicken fat has a slight barbecue smell, the smell is divergent, and the fresh aroma of chicken fat itself, it is conceivable that it is not only used for fried rice, I am afraid that the taste of any green vegetables will not be bad.

Two words: Be careful.

But it’s hard for people to imagine that Bazhen fried rice was actually not originally called "Bazhen", which sounds extremely extravagant, and there are not many people who even know this fried rice, only some survivors in northern China. Most areas have a little reputation, but they are almost as street food but not in the elegant hall.

Lin Chou clapped his hands and said in a daze.

"Ahhhh...I forgot an important seasoning..."

Bazhen fried rice uses light and delicate ingredients. When it first appeared, it was cooked with lightly dried seafood from the south and treasures from the mountains and forests from the north for self-use. But in fact, its taste is mainly based on taking care of the Jinren and Manchu people. So Lin Chou himself subconsciously ignored some important seasonings.

——Bazhen fried rice is actually spicy!

And this spiciness is not the spiciness of chili that is usually accepted by modern people. Its source of spiciness is the moxa oil that has almost completely escaped the big stage of the Chinese kitchen.

"Compendium of Materia Medica" records: "The cornus is pungent and bitter. The native people (here "the native people" refers to the Sichuan and Hubei area) pick it in August, pound and filter the juice, add lime and stir to make it, and the name is wormwood oil. Spicy rice oil has a spicy taste and is used in food."

Yes, it is true that Ai Oil is made from Cornus.

"Qi Min Yao Shu" records: "Eating cornel, planted in February and March, is suitable for high dry places in the embankment of the ancient city. When it is opened, it will be collected. Hang it on the wall of the house to make the shade dry. Do not use it. Smoked, smoked is bitter but not pungent. When it is used, the sunspot is removed, and the fish in meat sauce is cheap to use."

In China's long history of thousands of years, Zhuyu has played a very important role in spicy fragrance and is the main source of the "spicy" in the six flavors.

However, since the cornus is mostly wild, it is not easy to pick, and the processing procedures are more complicated. After the introduction of pepper from the Americas to Cathaysia and gradually evolved from an ornamental plant to use as a condiment, cornus gradually disappeared from people's sight.

The scent of cornel is very special, spicy and strong. Both the leaves and the fruit can be used as seasoning.

This thing is also called red thorn tree (green onion), with tumor-like spikes on the branches, and even birds dare not roost on it, so it is called "birds do not step on".

As soon as I heard that Lin Chou was going to find Zhuyu for what he did, Wu Ke was so frustrated that he whispered--the last time Lin Moumou said this, Young Master Sagong was nearly depressed to death by the hot pepper oil. Haven't come out of the psychological shadow yet.

Cornel, the spicy oil made by this name is definitely not a gentle master~

Brother dare to ask if you have ever heard a poem-one less dogwood is inserted!!

If you leave it here, just say you panic or not?Just ask if you are afraid?

"If the undergraduate understands it correctly, this is simply the ancient version of the death on the spot," Wu Ke thought involuntarily and let go for a while, "Shan pepper oil is awesome, why there is no poem written about it... . So it’s still cruel to say that Cornwood... is a waste... No... Actually I want to say... wolf fire..."

Red thorn onion is not a rare thing at all, in a warm climate like Mingguang, right? The four seasons are like dormancy~!

It’s normal to grow dogwoods. There are no trees, grass, or shrubs in the Zushan Mountain. You can’t think of it and you can’t see it.

Several people watched Lin Chou pluck the leaves and small green and red fruits from a tree full of thorns and put them in a wooden mortar, and sprinkle some suspicious white powder into it from time to time. , I couldn't help but panic——

What's more, this is just fried rice. Let's panic.

After a while, Lin Chou came back happily, holding a small bowl in his hand with a clear and invisible ointment.

"Smell it, it's quite fragrant."

This is time-processed with a hot air box. There is definitely not enough scent of mugwort oil produced by cold pressing and a lot of time, but this time is enough.

Wu Ke gritted his teeth and said with difficulty,

"Well, it's really fragrant, it should... it goes well with Sanhe Soup..."

Lin Chou was dumbfounded, and said suspiciously,

"It seems that you have some ideas about this Aiyou!"

Lin Chou sniffed the scent of mugwort oil very seriously,

"It looks like this taste... it seems worth a try..."

"But the current moxa oil is still too rough and crude, maybe it can be refined someday..."

Wu Ke snapped his face.

When I thought that Young Master Sikong had a hot flash and had to come here to drink Sanhe Soup one day, he was pleasantly surprised to find that apart from the mountain pepper oil, Lin Chou found a brand new taste that completely abused him.

"hiss..."

I'm afraid his Wu Ke would really be one less person.

Lin Chou clearly saw what Wu Ke was thinking, and his expression was very happy.

Heat the lard in a pan, then pour it out, add the rapeseed oil to heat.

Rapeseed oil is good at any point, whether it is oil color or taste, the fly in the ointment is that there is too much smoke.

Stir-fry the diced ham in a pot until the color changes, then add dried red onion and green rice.

No matter what kind of fried rice, you can't get rid of the word fried. When the heat is in place, you can cook a good pot of rice.

When it is accurate, it is extremely complicated and complicated, and it is especially simple to fry. As long as the rice starts to smell burnt, it is put into the pot one by one according to the degree of difficulty of maturity of the side dishes, and the last few seasons are used to ensure the crispness of the vegetables.

Pour a little deer blood before cooking, and when the rice becomes steamy and dry again, you are done.

Su Yourong: "It's over?"

Lin Chou shook his head quickly, very seriously.

He quickly took a mouthful of the jar, which was filled with yellow chicken soup, and there was still a hazel chicken skeleton faintly floating.

After touching the can, Lin Chou said to himself.

"Well, between seventy-five and eighty degrees, the time is just right."

I took a few small quail eggs and beat them, added chicken oil and moxa oil while stirring into the old hen broth. A bowl of egg liquid instantly became a golden brown, thick oil red sauce and glutinous soup.

"Wow~"

Wu Ke thinks this trick is a bit powerful, and he can definitely learn it.

Lin Chou said,

"The final topping of that famous dish, Bazhen Deer Blood Cake, is the broth made from those kinds of lightly dried seafood and the egg liquid made from the old hen chicken soup. The truth is exactly the same."

Lin Chou found out a few flat plates, spread a thin layer on each plate of the prepared soup, and then filled the fried rice in a bowl, pressed it upside down on the plate and then removed the bowl.

"Yourong helped me sprinkle a little chopped green onion and chopped water celery on each plate of fried rice."

"Good~"

Thick golden gorgon juice, deep purple fried rice, crystal clear green onion chopped water celery, everything on the plate is like the setting sun immersed in golden clouds.

Well, the fried rice by the campfire suddenly looked a little grand.

If you don’t consider the basic composition of this dish, Wu Ke has already shaken off the big setter of the cheeks, but there is deer blood and moxa oil in it...

"It really makes the lonely embarrassed~"

Big breasted sister snatched Wu Ke's fried rice easily.

"Don't eat if you are in trouble, Lord Blood God just doesn't have enough to eat."

Wu Ke rushed back to grab,

"Don't tell me, it's fine to sing a song. If it's enough for the elderly, how much rice should be fried."

He wailed twice, shaking his legs with disdain.

Wu Ke: "???"

What is it saying and why I feel like I'm despised.

Lin Chou said,

"The meaning of Billowing is that it is insignificant compared to the one hanging on it to worship the sky. It is not a hero based on its size. It admires Yingyingying very much."

Wu Ke scratched his head,

"Uh... how about... give the snow dumpling boss a bowl?"

Su Yourong nodded repeatedly,

"Yes, yes, yes, thanks to the snowman, I can make a snowman with Master Gungun these days!"

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"Forget it, Lao Zhao and Uncle Warlock are both in front. Our fried rice is not enough for internal distribution."

Several people suddenly stopped talking.

It's a bit scary to think about the members present today. The big stomach king of Ming Guangshu seems to have gathered in Yanhui Mountain without knowing it.

Wu Ke: "Haha, eat and eat!"

The rice is the smell of snatched rice, and Wu Ke is also considered a courageous person.

"Huh...uh..."

Unexpectedly, the first thing that passed on his tongue was not the flavor of various spices or seafood, but deer blood.

Wu Ke didn’t know how to describe the taste of deer blood. He searched the intestines for a long time. He thought that the taste of deer blood was actually similar to the feeling of steamed pure chicken blood being fried in a big iron pan. It is more like, very fragrant, very strong, but definitely not that wild and harsh smell.

Wu Ke licked his lips.

"This blood smells a bit fragrant. I never thought that deer blood had this smell."

The others nodded.

Lin Chou disagrees,

"There is still some deer blood left in that basin. How about you taste the taste of deer blood?"

There was no face left to Wu Ke—deer blood had gone through so many procedures, and the original flavor that could be left was actually minimal.

If it weren't for adding some raw deer blood to stir-fry at the end, Wu Ke might not even taste the taste of deer blood.

Wu Ke was still wondering exactly what the smell of deer blood was, and the overbearing fragrance of wormwood oil had begun to erupt.

The corners of his mouth are a bit wooden, his lips are a bit numb, but the tongue feels a bit of cool breeze, and the whole face starts to get hot.

"Fuck... what kind of spicy taste is this... this is too weird..."

Wu Ke continued to chew, the special scent of rice fragrant deer blood and the fresh scent of various seafood bloom in his mouth at the same time. The colorful flavor that has been integrated is like a private party in his mouth, and the meat is soft and soft. Crisp, the enthusiasm in it can infect everything.

Especially when the tip of the tongue touches the rice grains that are soaked in the soup,

"Wow..."

Wu Ke’s eyes are full of light, brighter,

"It makes no sense!"

"This fried rice is so delicious that there are no friends!"

"Why doesn't it shine? Such delicious egg fried rice should shine! After eating it, you will add special effects *10086!"

Lin Chou looked at him faintly,

"Don't beep, your exaggerated expression is so angry."

Su Yourong relentlessly contemptuously said,

"Wet Tiger didn't want to charge you any money, too fake!"

Wu Ke immediately bowed his head and ate silently, assuming that nothing happened just now.

In one second, a normal person can probably deliver rice from a bowl to his mouth, or chew if he moves fast.

As for Kungun, Lin Chou only heard a few "kachakacha" sounds, and Master Kungun began to dance.

Twist left, twist right.

Twist right, twist left.

The tiger is majestic and majestic.

This is the royal way for Master Gungun to express satisfaction with food, and it cannot be imitated even if one million circulation points are given to others.

——Emmm, if you can make such a soft movement with a huge body made of six balls, you still have to worry about that small one million?

A few times, Big Breast Sister stripped off most of the rice on the plate, stretched out her hand, and muttered to You Rong,

"Um... Yourong peel me a clove of garlic, thank you."

"Oh..."

The big breasted sister quickly turned garlic cloves,

"Crack~"

After taking a few more mouthfuls of rice, fine sweat immediately came out on his forehead.

Lin Chou asked with a smile,

"How is it, is it delicious?"

The big breasted sister nodded and said to her boss very sincerely,

"Boss, this is the best thing you have ever made!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Not this handsome, but he has cooked so many dishes!Are you complimenting me or scolding me?

Lin Chou hadn't eaten all the rice on his plate, and his eyes suddenly went dark, and nothing was seen.

"???"

I knock... this meal... there won't be any hell side effects...

For a long time,

"Fuck, the screen is black?"

The system turns the subtitles into flash,

"Dip, the energy reserve of this system is about to run out, and the technical error is still within an understandable range. Please don't beep, thank you."

Lin Chou: "Fuck!"

This damn boss will make up for you first, and then take the taxi and roll, thank you.

"Di, congratulations to the host for making the recognized dish Bazhen Fried Rice (uncompleted version)."

"This dish is an unfinished version due to the limitation of basic ingredients. In addition, [Buryat Steamed Buns] has occupied the quota of unfinished dishes, so this dish will not add system additional attribute skills for the time being.

Skills: Jade broken tiles, rabbit and fox sad.

Effect: unknown, unknown."

"I hope that the host will continue to work hard to complement the cooking method with more reasonable and system-approved raw materials. The system will not hesitate to rewards, and this..."

System: "Fuck... Why is the screen black again... Said..."

After the system shut down, Lin Chou almost fell to the ground.

Boss Lin yelled in disregard of his image with a loud voice.

"Am I pretty? You have a black screen from beginning to end, okay... hiss... my head is so dizzy..."

The flash subtitles produced by the dog beep system are really exciting.

Lin Chou felt that his brain was boiling, bubbling.