Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou put the chopped pork net oil into the hot pot,

"Bah~"

As soon as the large cast iron pan heated by the red charcoal fire to scorch the face and the pig net oil, there was a curl of green smoke rising and the oil star bursting.

Lard net oil is also called "flower oil". It is actually the mesentery of pigs. The fat accumulated in the greater omentum forms a net-like grease on the abdomen of the pig. There are only a few two in the belly of a pig, and the oil output rate is not high. But it is more mellow and aromatic than lard made from suet.

It's like a simple bowl of lard bibimbap, which is more fragrant and delicious than yours. It's probably not a craftsmanship problem, but the wrong oil.

The oil film that has been boiled on the net oil should be browned and crispy, so it should be removed in time to avoid the pan.

Animal fats have special aromas that are not found in vegetable oils. People who understand will naturally understand that sometimes the role of animal fats cannot be replaced by other oils-such as this pot of oiled rice.

Lin Chou used the net oil of two Black Mountain wild boars to produce only a large bottle of flower oil, about 2.5 liters.

The rest is stored and preserved. With the remaining oil in the pot and the oil is still warm, add the pork belly and stir-fry, and stir-fry until the elastic and strong surface is browned, then add the cubed pork, maitake mushroom, and carrot Dice, diced white radish, boneless chicken diced, green broad beans and so on, stir fry for a while, and then flourish.

Leng Han was a little moved by the smell of the fried fire recipe.

"Huh? It came out. Where's the rice? Where did you put the rice."

Just now she saw Lin Chou rub the rice with oil, and then a pot of rice disappeared without paying attention.

Lin Chou took out the green rice that had been "aired" for 48 hours from the hot air box.

"Isn't it here?"

After rubbing and drying the green rice, the faint greenness seems to come out of the rice core, which is very touching. The surface of each grain of rice seems to be covered with a thin layer of oil, which makes the rice grains smooth, transparent and full of texture. .

Lin Chou found fire tongs, carefully sorted and arranged the charcoal in the stove, took out the excess red charcoal, and kept the heat transmitted from the stove to the large cast iron pot mild and even.

When the green rice was put into the pot, Lin Chou waved a large spoon to push and stir it unhurriedly.

Pay special attention to the heat when frying rice. Fired rice grains are easy to bloom into rice flowers or even simmered. If a grain of rice is smashed, it can be said that the whole pot of fried rice will be stained with a simmering taste-the so-called "smoke".

The time for frying rice is about 20-25 minutes, during which you need to keep turning. It is best to push the rice from one direction of the pot to the other, so as to ensure that each grain of rice can be fried evenly and properly. Until the surface of the rice grains is slightly smoked and yellow, it swells to 1.5 times the original size without forming cracks.

The green rice, which is washed with water and oil and dried, is very fragrant after being fried.

Especially when the fried charred rice grains are washed away by the warm chicken soup, the hot rice fragrant and the moist, moist chicken soup are thoroughly fused, and the taste is simply unforgettable.

Lin Chou said while spreading the fried raw materials on the rice.

"Actually, I prefer fish soup, emmm, because I forgot to prepare it in advance."

Leng Han guessed,

"So are we going to use graminaceous fish? No one here will be extravagant enough to raise fish in the green rice fields. It is said to hurt the roots."

Lin Chou just smiled,

"In fact, it's not the root damage. The paddy fields where the green rice is grown are not far away from the green salt fields. The paddy fields are rich in salt and are not suitable for cultivating grass fish. After all, carp and crucian are both freshwater fish."

Lin Chou said, closing the lid,

"The chicken broth is fresh enough, but not thick enough. If I want it, it's best to use fried loach or unagi stewed soup."

"Walk around and kill a chicken with me."

Leng Han simply agreed, "Okay!"

More than half an hour later, Leng Han reentered the kitchen with a faded white chicken with its belly removed, while Lin Chou dragged a bunch of weeds with purple inflorescences.

Leng Han regretted it, the expression on his face was very bad.

Lin's so-called "killing a chicken" is not as simple as it seems.

This stupefied General Leng had made 7 wounds of various sizes on the chicken feet, outside of chicken legs, under the wings, and neck of a poor little hen, and then made the chicken run wild to the end with dripping blood. He only chopped the poor chicken's head with a single knife, so that the whole chicken was wet and bloody-just the ingredients alone, its performance can be called "heroic" and "brave".

Qing Yuanmei’s "Suiyuan Food List" said: take the baby chicken and kill it when it has never lay eggs, no water, take out the belly, stuff astragalus one or two, put the chopsticks in the pot and steam it, seal on all sides, remove when cooked, brine But fresh, can cure weakness.

Yuan Mei also said: use young chickens for steaming chickens, gelding chickens for simmering chickens, old chickens for juicing; chickens use females for tenderness, ducks use males for fat...

Bah, baah, go to your uncle’s duck!

So what Lin Chou had to do was steamed chicken with astragalus, an ancient recipe.

"No water" is harder to figure out than the literal meaning. Killing a chicken without seeing the water means that you can't scald the hair with water, and you can't wash away blood stains.

After all restrictions are removed, almost nothing can be done about killing chickens.

Exercising more and putting the blood cleanly will prevent blood from stagnating in the belly of the chicken. The entire process should not last too long, otherwise the chicken will become tight and pantothenic.

In short, very particular about skills.

Lin Chou took off the stems and leaves of the "wild grass" in his hand, leaving only the roots, and washed them for later use.

This weed with small purple flowers is actually Astragalus, which is probably a kind of "lilac huangqi" that can be seen everywhere in the fields of Heilongjiang and other regions before the catastrophe. It is perennial and particularly hardy. It is more inconspicuous than wild vegetables. Little things.

The roots of this kind of astragalus are slender and tender and weak, almost belonging to a model that does not grow up.

Lin Chou liked their fresh roots, which were thickest but the thickness of chopsticks, and felt that they were much better than the medicinal astragalus root slices that were still finger-thick after they were dried.

After a little scraping with bamboo chips, Lin Chou stuffed them into the chicken belly, found a little pepper and sprinkled it on the chicken, rubbed and massaged them repeatedly.

The next step is naturally steaming. Fill the big pot with water, put a soup pot on the water, put a small cage made of bamboo on the pot, and put chicken on the cage.

Leng Han opened his mouth.

"So complicated..."

Lin Chou shrugged,

"It's not tiresome to eat, but it's meticulous. Some things are worth'trouble'. Besides, it's just a little troublesome to deal with."

After tossing these, the oily rice simmered in the pot was already fragrant, and Lenghan glanced over a dozen eyes in a minute.

Lin Chou found fresh lotus leaves,

"The oily rice is not yet ready. You must wrap the fist-sized rice ball in the lotus leaf. It is the best time to blanch the lotus leaf."

Leng Han pouted.

Lin Chou laughed again,

"Wait, go out and sit for a while, let's talk when the chicken soup is steamed."

When Lin Chou and Leng Han went out, they heard the misty scream of Zhao Erye who was sitting in the Liuting Pavilion, and their dim eyes suddenly became sober.

"child?"

"What kid?!"

A group of unscrupulous guys didn't care at all about the feelings of Zhao Erye, who was already drunk and confused, and frantically complained.

"It's okay to have a boy, tsk, if you have a girl... even if it's a little bit different from the appearance of Sister Xingxing... Think about it..."

Everyone sucked in cold air, almost trying to vacuum Yan Huishan into a vacuum.

"Instigation..."

"Horrible!"

"Then what, don't you always say that girls are like dads, don't you really make a small sister star?"

What does Sister Xingxing look like?

The horse races on the back and shoulders, a hairy face is extremely fierce, opening his mouth is "Lao Tzu", I am afraid that I will draw a knife and hard-just think about it, I feel that the shadow area in my heart is huge.

Zhao Erye’s face was glued to the table, and he burst into bubbles with the spilled wine, screaming in horror when it was all like this.

"No..."

"I don't want Lao Tzu's baby to grow up like that... Lao Zhao is afraid that he will pinch his grandson to death..."

"Am I pretty...what did I do wrong..."

Huang Dashan couldn't see it anymore, staring at this group of nasty goods,

"Go!"

Lord Shan comforted Zhao Erye very carefully.

"Hi, second master, you can marry with confidence. Let me tell you. Before the cataclysm, some studies of the civil sciences showed that the more fragile the life, the stronger the reproductive capacity, because only the population is constantly expanding. Only by avoiding the possibility of genocide anytime and anywhere, the longer life span and stronger individual creatures will probably be restricted in their ability to reproduce."

"According to them, if powerful and long-lived creatures still have super reproductive ability, natural resources will probably be quickly exhausted. This is not in accordance with the laws of nature or it can be said that some'big will' is not Would like to see."

"So, with your Zhao family's strong blood and famous longevity, and you and Sister Xingxing have already doubled Tier 5 directly, want a child, hehe, I'm afraid it will be more difficult than winning the lottery."

Everyone was shocked by what he said, let alone, no one in the room knew how difficult it is for the evolutionary to create several descendants of blood, the higher the level, the more so.

A typical example is the fat master Wei Tianxing. The fat master is a middle-aged girl, and it is almost a treasure to go to the sky...

Zhao Erye peeled his face off the table full of water and wine in the fat house, and said slurredly,

"Nonsense! You...Look at our Zhao family...The family has a lot of branches and leaves... There are so many brothers and sisters... Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu can't even count the number of people... and... .Are there any brothers and sisters left out...

Huang Dashan looked strange,

"Then you can count how many unqualified little aunts did your old man find for you..."

Everyone laughed on the spot-Zhao Lao was picking ashes, the stallions were famous.

Zhao Er frowned and thought, he didn't know what he was muttering, and he was relieved for a long time.

"Fuck! The Huang surname is right!"

After finishing speaking, it was as if he had completed a big business, and fell back on the table again, unconscious.

Lin Chou's mouth twitched and cursed,

"Fuck Huang Dashan, you guys can't change their personal toss, always tell Zhao Erye about things, so your conscience won't hurt?"

"My conscience is alive and kicking, it doesn't hurt at all," Huang Dashan sniffed hard, "I can smell the scent, Linzi, did you secretly make us delicious?"

"Not for you!"

"Shocked! Unexpectedly, your boss, Lin, is such a tomb egg...it was someone Huang who was blind and looked at the wrong person..."

"Grass, did you go to the Shock Department to study?"

"Don't want to change the subject, what are you making delicious!"

"Haha~"

"Ah, numbness, numbness~"

"Dirty! Dirty!"

"Lao Ge, you can understand that, and Bilian said that your grandpa Dashan is dirty and dirty? You just peeled off the pancake brand, right? It's crispy!"

The two of you came to me for a long time.

Afterwards, Huang Dashan sighed with a sigh on his face.

"Bei'er is cool! Lin Zi has been here for ten years, not for nothing~"

Lin Chou said in a daze,

"Well, after scolding you, I feel that the whole person is alive, fresh and alive, and jumping around."

Huang Dashan squinted at him.

"Master Shan, I haven't exerted the four powers of success yet, your kid is far behind."

Lin Chou sneered,

"I'm 30%."

"Fuck, come on, hurt each other!" Of course Huang Dashan wasn't very convinced.

"My Tucao value has been saved for ten years, do you want to try..."

Bai Qiongshou covered his face in pain-God knows why everyone is so cooperating with Huang Dashan today-especially Lin Chou.

Several people next to each other whispered,

"Cooperate with tacit understanding, it is seamless."

"Happy friends, childhood sweethearts."

"Do you think that Lord Shan is becoming more and more like a boss..."

"I'm afraid this guy is not trying to grab the job of Lieutenant General Leng!"

"How do you say it, how can it be said that it is a job grab, at best, it is good to dig a wall, and besides, if there is a goalkeeper, it is not allowed to score a goal?"

"Tsk tsk, the tone of Shan Ye's speech just now is so bitter, and Fu Shan Ye~"

"Beep beep, your speculation is baseless and unreasonable. If I were Boss Lin... I would choose a plain white man with my hands and feet... This is a world of face and dog, who the fuck would choose an ugly Beep + bald head as a wife..."

"Upstairs +1"

"What I said upstairs makes sense."

"It makes sense, but is it a physical reason or a girlfriend's reason?"

"It's very boring for you to talk like this, you are biased, what's wrong with your girlfriend, and your girlfriend is reasonable! It's just that her reasoning is not the same as yours!"

Bai Qiongshou's heart has collapsed: holding Cao Nima, as long as the style of Huang XX appears, it should be so distorted, right??

Lin Chou squinted at the time and said to Leng Han,

"The steamed chicken is almost done, ready to eat~"

Huang Dashan's ears are all standing up:

"What is the steamed chicken?"

"What steamed chicken?"

"What kind of chicken to steam?"

Lin Chou showed an elegant smile again,

"roll."

The final product of steamed chicken with astragalus has two small bowls of clear and bright chicken soup, which is very fresh and fragrant.

It is conceivable how the chicken soup, which is condensed by the water vapor, slips off the chicken body into the soup pot. It is not easy to have two small bowls of chicken soup.

Lin Chou used chopsticks to pick up the boy chicken, control the last bit of soup in his belly, and then tore the chicken into strips.

Lin Chou said to Leng Han,

"Smell, this chicken tastes pretty good, the meat of the boy chicken is tender and smooth, and the aroma of astragalus, um...I will make a little bit of it and dip it in water later, so I can't waste it."

Leng Han nodded, eagerly looking at the steaming rice balls wrapped in lotus leaves.

Lin Chou handed Leng Han a white towel and said seriously,

"Wipe, the saliva is in the chicken soup."

Leng Han took it and wiped it before reacting, raising his eyebrows and pulling out the gold ribbon.

Lin Chou shuddered,

"I was wrong! I apologize! Just kidding hahaha..."

"What's wrong."

Lin Chou was cautious,

"Uh... shouldn't you be kidding?"

Leng Han's body was flying with golden ribbons, and the air was torn to make a tooth-wrenching scream. It was obvious that Lieutenant General Leng was extremely dissatisfied with Lin Chou's answer.

What a joke--

She doesn't even understand the simple truth that a little fairy never drools!

You are slander!

Watch it!