Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to Xiaojie for the reward, there is another leader in our restaurant~

Also thank you shrimp for nonsense, eleven thousand and one reward, thank you very much!)

Pheasant is a kind of food that is particularly worth looking forward to and taken seriously. Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of celebrity chefs and diners...oh...or we can call "diners" as "literati saucy", so will it appear More compelling?

In short, it is highly sought after.

From the pheasant to the flying dragon, time and space can't stop the picky tongue of the big food empire that has never broken the inheritance of these graves.

Throughout the ages, people have been pursuing the taste of the sea, land, and sky. What kind of abilities have never been an excuse to grievance the tongue and stomach-the "yield" of "their" is.

Isn’t it a threat to give you endangered food every minute? There are examples of being eaten into textbooks!

For example, Master Wei has carried out this spirit very thoroughly, even from a handsome young man of 180 catties in the first order to nearly half a ton in the sixth order, this obsession is as heavy as his weight. It is so awe-inspiring that there is no way to refute it.

This is the pure imperial heir!

Let's talk about the Prince Huang Dashan in front of me.

Huang Dashan's variety...er...blood...er...In short, it's obviously not very pure, he seems very prejudiced against this dark soy sauce.

This guy has a crooked mouth, shaking a piece of chicken on his chopsticks and shaking it to the sky-but the soy sauce on it is obviously unwilling to leave the arms of the organization, it is very thin but very persistent, and the chicken and chicken skin Dip two completely different levels of smoky or honey-baked bronzer.

The orange-yellow chicken skin is translucent, and the steaming hot fragrance produces an unstoppable fragrance from the inside out. The combination of soy sauce and scallion oil instantly raises the fragrance by one level.

The texture of the small wild chicken is simple and pure. They have not been out of the arms of their mother for long, and their feeding ability and range are very limited.

The food source is single, and most of them feed on various insects found in woodland. In this life state, the aroma of small wild chicken is naturally not too complicated, and it has an incredible fresh texture.

The skin moved with the flesh, and the pheasant was really almost fragmented under the rough shaking of Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan finally shook enough, and then swallowed it in one bite.

"Eh??"

The expression was surprised and the eyebrows were dancing.

Just when everyone thought this guy was going to give some impassioned speech, but there was no movement-from everyone's point of view, only a greasy and slick head was pumping rhythmically, without looking at the front. He chewed very hard.

Several people couldn't help cursing in their hearts.

Even if you beep, "It's really scented", you won't be... really stunned.

Fatty Yuan is the second one,

"This chicken...looks...as if it's underripe..."

Fatty Yuan said so, but in fact he swallowed more than once or twice secretly.

The skin color of the little pheasant is absolutely beautiful, and Fatty Yuan can swear that this translucent golden color is almost the most natural and appetizing color he has ever seen in his life.

The muscle underneath is paper-like white, with no formed fat at all. At most, it is only a layer of fat veins, which is as clear as a geological layer, and the fleshy fibers are filled with warm gravy.

The lower level of the chicken looks a bit "shocking".

The flesh attached to the bones and the cross-sections of the cut bones are full of bright red.

Well, don't talk about myoglobin at this time.

This is a chicken-and a pheasant.

The blind old man said suddenly,

"The meat is cooked and the bone is not cooked. This is the real essence."

"The meat on the edge of the bone is the most delicious, richest, and tenderest part of the gravy. The internal and external ripeness is just right to reach the bone layer. The bone is still red but the meat is already cooked. This requires very precise handling and time. Take control, Lin Xiaozi is very powerful."

The old man stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, and his hollow eye sockets "looked" towards Lin Chou.

——I don't know why, Lin Chou felt a little cold all over.

It’s really a bit magical without eyes and can see the whole world clearly, which is seriously inconsistent with our classification...

Lin Chou tasted it himself.

Fresh and tender, the chicken skin is crispy and the meat is smooth.

"Well, I didn't give any credit to our craftsmanship~"

In fact, for the vast majority of people present, this seemingly vigorous familiarity is completely acceptable.

As long as the meat is just right, and not overdone, no one cares about the bones. The meat is not the bones.

The hot bones will be broken, and the delicious taste of chicken is preserved to the greatest extent. Pheasants are much more expensive than domestic chickens. If there is a little overcooking, the meat of small pheasants will be as good as firewood.

Lin Chou had heard of any bastard pouring himself poisonous chicken soup:

People, you can't go too far, otherwise the interpersonal relationship that you are familiar with will eventually become rigid.

Come and come, Lin Mou respects first.

"Eating food, what are you doing in a daze."

"Eat, eat..."

"Hey Shan Ye, don't patronize and eat by yourself, where did you throw your little croissant braid? It's just still there."

"I can't figure out where to go crazy...Wait! Leave one for me!"

"I will leave you a fart~" The blind old man chewed on half of his wings comfortably, and said, "Boy Lin, is it possible to put the old man's dragon and tiger fight on the agenda tomorrow? I'm going back. "

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Then what, no problem, isn't it because something is delayed? If you have money, it's not a fool."

The blind old man was cheerful,

"If you really like money, our coastal defense line can use standard Yuanjing to pay the bill. Isn't your heart moving, can you go?"

Lin Chou: "..."

Well, in fact, we prefer circulation points, but this thing is practical.

Huang Dashan said,

"Hey, Linzi, I said you brought back a half-crocodile dragon so big, when are you going to stew it?"

A group of people have bright eyes, eating what is in the bowl and not forgetting what is in the pot,

"Yes, yes, when do you stew?"

"Don't want to get fat and sell more meat. Boss Lin, I tell you this is unrealistic. The half-crocodile dragon can be made for many years, and you can eat more without growing meat!"

"Hmm, don't lie to you!"

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"It's not impossible..."

The little comrade in the animal pen has good blood, and if the feed is a little bit higher, he can completely produce semi-crocodile dragon meat, a rare-grade food material.

After earning, earning, earning overturned.

Lin Chou's mood was suddenly a little better.

"Well, everyone eat, I have to see how the smoked pigs are. It's time to turn over."