Doomsday Pavilion

After Lin Chou took Leng Han to visit his strategic reserve, the sea cucumber still did not soak well.

Lin Mei said,

"We have to wait for sea cucumbers. Why don't we make some staple food to fill our stomachs."

Leng Han said strangely,

"The staple food? Is it what you usually eat?"

Lin Chou couldn't say that the staple food that the buddy usually eats is ducks, so he had to beat a hahamon.

He pointed to a small patch of grass outside the dining area.

"Here, this is my food!"

"Do you usually... just eat grass..."

Leng Han felt a little sour in his nose.

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"What do you think? I am an evolutionary no matter how I say it. I would starve to death if I only eat these things without meat.

Lin Chou held a crystal sickle and cut several large bundles of yellow grass. He pointed to the ears of grain and said,

"This is Thrush, the smallest grain in the world, and the only plant that I grow alive so far. Don't look at its small grains. After being ground into a flour, it is superb for pancakes, delicious and crisp!"

Leng Han tried his best to widen his eyes, and it took a long time to find out where the grains are, dumb.

"This is too small..."

Looking at the seeds of one ear and one ear, they may not be one-tenth the size of a millet grain.

Lin Chou sorted out the ears of Eragrostis and threw them into a crystal mill and grind them.

"Don't take beanbags as dry food, Xiaogui is small, the taste is not bad at all, isn't it a delicate little thing?"

The flour milled from Teff grass is light yellow, with the same burnt aroma of natural oil.

"Will you meet?"

"Ah? Ah..." Leng Han was taken aback when he was asked, and after a long time he said, "Yes!"

"It will be fine!"

Lin Chou carried the flour into a small room, smacked N duck eggs secretly, and stirred fiercely until even the mother of the duck eggs couldn't recognize that it was his own egg, and then handed the basin to Leng Han.

"Look at you~"

Leng Han took off his jacket, revealing his smooth forearms and tight-fitting tactical vest.

"Guaranteed to complete the task."

Snapped!

Snapped!

There were slaps and beatings on the chopping board, Lin Chou cheered hard,

"Yes, right, right, come clockwise, don't move your arms, use your wrists, press down behind your palms, beautiful! The movements are pretty standard!"

"Well, when you knead for seven weeks, you will pick up the dough and throw it down hard. Yes, the expression should be fierce, my father said, so that the dough will be afraid of you and won't turn into crumpled meat."

If I had changed to an ordinary person, I would have scolded my mother long ago.

The dead dough with only duck eggs and no water in it has not been fermented at all. It is so hard that it can't bear the strength. Even the eight-footed man would have to send his arm back to the oven for an hour to rebuild.

——Fortunately, this is Cold Tyrannosaurus!

In the end, the dough cleverly turned into a golden, unusually smooth lump in the hands of Cold Tyrannosaurus.

Leng Han's face is not red or breathing, and asked a little expectantly.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up,

"Girl, you are very talented, do you want to learn how to cook with me?"

Leng Han hugged his arms with a cold expression.

Keep your head high, super fierce,

"Lieutenant General Ben is still busy saving the world!"

Lin Chou's aura was suddenly washed away by such a weapon.

"Well, what the heroine said absolutely!"

He took out a bamboo stick that was slightly thicker than an adult's arm, pinned one end into the circular groove at the inner end of the chopping board, and used the bamboo stick to squeeze the dough inch by inch.

Leng Han suddenly said,

"Is it making bamboo noodles?"

"Yes, bamboo noodles, flour is almost meaning, but it should have a different flavor."

"You have no soul if you do this bamboo noodles. Don't bamboo noodles sit on the bamboo poles and squash the noodles with one leg?"

"..."

Lin Chou looked dazed.

Co-author Lengzhong will you consider jumping around on a bamboo pole as a necessary operation for bamboo noodles?

That's because ordinary manpower cloth is not enough and needs weight to get together. This handsome, strong and handsome one-handed tiger, leopard and jackal is more than enough to only need a unicorn arm!

After pressing back and forth many times, Lin Chou said after one and a half hours.

"It's almost there now."

The next step is relatively simple. The knife will be taught to be a man in a minute and the thin cicada-winged dough is cut into noodles.

The dough is in repeated contact with air, and the most important thing is to ensure that there are no bubbles in the dough.

It is not difficult to be both thin and smooth.

"Why left a piece of dough without cutting it?"

"Of course it is wrapped into wontons, wonton noodles, how can you lose your soul!"

Lin Chou Bao’s thin-skin wontons are filled with whitebait meat and shrimps. Each wonton requires three whole shrimps. If it is less, it is not full or full, and if it is too much, it will look bloated.

The tender whitebait meat, half-cooked fluid duck eggs, translucent shrimps, tender green wild leeks and green onions, and finally a little juicy chopped fresh cattail, beaten vigorously until The sound becomes a sticky puff. The minced meat etc. attached to the whole shrimp will not slip off, but should be self-contained.

Lin Chou moved quickly to wrap up the wontons, each of which looked like a goldfish the size of a ping pong ball with a fat head and a big brain.

The milky white broth used to cook the wonton noodles is boiled with sun-dried silver fish bones that Lin Chou has accumulated over hard work and...emmmm old duck...

Leng Han actually smelled it, but he was embarrassed to say something.

The bamboo noodles rise and fall three or four times in the boiling soup, and they are put into a large bowl with the shiny and almost transparent wonton that has floated on the soup surface, and finally sprinkled with chopped green onions and browned shrimp seeds.

"Shrimp wonton noodles, try it~"

Leng Han hesitated slightly,

"No salt?"

Lin Chou smiled.

"The salt has been let go!"

"When was it released?"

"You will taste it first."

Slow-roasted shrimp seeds in the rich soup release the vitality that has been stored for a long time, and they more than doubled in seconds. The shrimp seeds, which were originally browned like millet, quickly became crystal clear.

The wisps of thoroughness burst into laughter in the soup and spread to Leng Han's nose.

"Well, the taste of this shrimp roe is so heavy and so fresh."

Lin Sorrows a full mouthful of noodles, and then stuffed the huge wonton into his mouth, feeling the sensation of the shrimps crisp and bursting in his mouth.

"Of course, I used a sieve to sift out this shrimp roe a little bit, then steam it with wild onion and fish fragrant leaves, then slowly fry it to dryness over low heat. In the end, only a small bottle of more than ten catties of shrimp roe came out. "

Leng Han lightly sipped the soup,

"It's more delicious than it smells. Is there anything special about the shrimp that produces shrimp roe? The shrimp roe noodles I've eaten don't have such a delicious taste."

"It doesn't seem to be anything special. If you have to say it, maybe because the water in this salt water river is colder, any animals grow very slowly?" Lin Chou slurred his face, hissing haha ​​very embarrassed by the scalding.

Say,

"It's the shrimp wrapped in the wanton, why don't you eat it?"