Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou pointed to the remaining soup in the pot,

"Don't move, this pot of soup is so full of oil and water, I'll make trouble to get in and fill in the gaps."

Although he is an awakened person, he is essentially a fake and shoddy product that relies solely on physical strength.

I usually don’t eat much because the “nutrition” of the food is particularly sufficient. This time I was so hungry that my appetite naturally returned to its proper “size”.

Now that all these things have entered his stomach alone, he can only eat half full.

Later, Lin Chou began to put salt on the roasted boar.

The green salt grains the size of millet grains are in full contact with the oil on the surface of the golden charred and crispy mountain pork and skin, and then make crackling noises from time to time under the action of fire.

Baal asked,

"I just put the salt now, can I still taste it?"

Lin Chou said cheerfully,

"I will teach you something new today. Do you know what this is?"

The three people stared at the leaves in Lin Chou's hand for a long time.

"Uh... this is perilla... that... can't tell..."

Lin Chou used a thin piece of stone to cut off a long slender piece of meat. The boar was not too big or too small, and it looked like a hundred catties. The meat on the outside was already well cooked but the meat inside was still bloodshot, and the meat was extraordinarily juicy. Filling.

So when eating, you must first slice the meat from the outer surface, layer by layer, and eat one layer after the cooked layer.

The slender meat was wrapped in the pleasingly shaped leaves, and Lin sorrowfully stuck his mouth, confused,

"Do you know that Cornel, this is Cornel...whis...it smells better than pepper!"

The cornel leaf-wrapped barbecue, and half a spicy wild onion, tasted like a small bomb in the mouth, making people feel completely lost when there was a loud noise.

Lin Chou hissed inhaling, replaced a piece of perilla wrapped in meat and threw it into his mouth.

"Crack, click~"

The perilla leaves are chopped up by the teeth, and they come into contact with the fat-filled barbecue. The special fragrance of perilla and the strong meaty aroma of the barbecue achieve the most passionate collision between the world at this moment, and it is beyond description.

Since even the devil pepper survived that moment, the three people in the research institute did not consider whether the dogwood-wrapped meat stamina recommended by Boss Lin, Wall Crack, was something they could bear.

"Fuck... overbearing..."

"The ancients don't deceive me. It turns out that this stuff like cornel tastes so good."

"I'm afraid that the big pot of rice is not a fake. Just buy a hairy pepper at a high price. If you go out and just grab a couple of cornels, it will be finished?"

"Sigh...spicy...sucking your nose, this thing is dysfunctional, my tears are about to come down, who will give me a piece of basil?"

Lin Chou was cutting the barbecue piece by piece, seeming to put it in his mouth unhurriedly, but in fact he ate it quickly.

The barbecue is not seasoned too much. Whether it is wrapped with cornel leaf or basil or dipped in hot pepper in water, there will be no harm. The skin is crispy and the inside is soft and tender. The tough mountain pork fiber is broken under the teeth. Then the feeling of fat and gravy splattering in the mouth is really unstoppable.

Even pig's trotters have a unique taste. The crunchy pork trotters squeaks and creaks under the skin. You don't need to dip it in water, and only a little bit of "Lin's purified salt" makes people unable to stop.

As he ate, several small “packages” that Lin Chou had hidden in the pork belly were exposed.

"Huh? Boss Lin, is this another magical horse Dongdong?"

The contracted muscles of the small package were strangled into a strange shape after being roasted, and the steaming look knew that there must be a lot of juice inside.

Lin Chou took out a few small packages and strung them on a wooden sign.

"Chicken liver and pig liver are crushed into mud, plus a pack of wild lily with pig net oil, it looks like this. Ancient liver smut was also done with any vegetables."

Lin Chou inserted a wooden stick in front of the fire,

"This thing needs to be roasted over a slow fire to be delicious. A layer of shell is baked on the outside, and the juice inside is perfect. That's it. Anyway, it has long been lost. Who knows what the standard practice looks like? ."

The painful lesson of the last time Si Gouzi produced the liver smut is still vivid.

Lin Sorrows thought this time, buddy, I'll change to a non-toxic and harmless one, can't the dog beep system jump out to pit us again?

The wild boar on the fire soon left only a skeleton, and the three people in the research institute realized that they had suffered a huge loss.

"Damn... I haven't had a few bites yet..."

"It's gone? It's gone! You evolvers are too fucking edible!"

"Farms, we haven't eaten enough yet."

"..."

A wild boar of more than a hundred catties, at least a few dozen catties larger than the meat, has all entered the belly of this thin guy who is as thin as a bamboo pole??

There is no scientific basis at all...

Lin Chou rubbed his belly with a hard look, too.

"Yeah, I'm not full at all."

This cargo slapped to the surface of the lake with big strides and stomped a few feet. The three people in the research institute saw several long and short fish "automatically" jumped out of the water and flew into Lin Chou's hands.

"I'm going... this skill... I want..."

Lin Chou directly cleaned the fish on the lake, but he took it back without scraping the scales.

He looked at the boiling pot and thought for a while.

"Then what? Then make a pot of water and sit on the fire. When the water is warm, take it down. Let's boil some fish balls to eat."

It is not difficult for anyone to make fish balls, but the difficulty is their patience.

The bladeless stone pieces used for the meat are scraped over the two pieces of fish that are broken into two pieces. It is easy to scrape the delicate fish paste, and it can also leave the fish bones in place.

Quickly scrape the fish paste and put the fish paste into a dry stone pot.

Lin Chou smashed the galangal and wild onion, squeezed the juice and soaked it on the minced fish, then beat a few wild eggs into the white.

"Well, the consistency should be just right."

Lin Chou believes that the most important step in making fish balls is actually not scraping, but "strengthening". Only the vigorous fish can make Q-ball fish balls, which are delicious in your mouth.

Wash your hands and push the minced fish in the stone pot and stir clockwise.

His father told him that every three and a half rounds, he should hold the whole pot of fish mushrooms to the height of his chin with his palm while the fish mushrooms are still "live", and then fall down with a clever effort.

Therefore, you should not wear plastic gloves indiscriminately at this time. If you wear them, the fish paste will slip off your hands if you can’t eat it.

Moreover, when you hear a squishy crisp sound of "pop", it is not enough. The fish must be "driving", and when it is thrown back into the pot, it must be similar to the sound of "pop".

In order to make a pot of fish balls, Lin Chou fell to his arms every time.

And until now, he feels that he hasn't been as 70% as Dad Lin.

"The old man is afraid that he didn't leave his hand, why he threw it out with a'pop', but I can only'pop'..."

Thinking of this, Lin Chou was a little absent-minded and complained.