Doomsday Pavilion

Fiddled with it for a long time, to no avail.

The green lotus leaves soften under the heat of the oily rice, and are tightly absorbed by the sticky rice grains. The lotus leaves are about to be torn into strips with more force.

Bai Suren smiled and took Leng Han’s plate, making a move.

"Here, alright~"

"You, silly, just peel it down along the tendons."

Seeing Leng Han smiled embarrassedly, Bai Suren sniffed the aroma of oily rice.

"I have eaten this thing a long time ago. It's been a long time. I didn't expect Lin Chou would actually do it."

Leng Han bit out a round notch on the translucent rice soaked with gleaming grease.

"Um...hot... Lin Chou can do everything."

"Hey, everything is good for him, alright?"

"Well, I didn't mean that, he really can do everything!"

"..."

Bai Suren unceremoniously took a rice ball from the plate in front of Leng Han and ate it for himself.

Leng Han raised his head—well, there were four left on the plate.

so far so good.

Under the threat of Xia Yu’s eyes for a long time without speaking (mainly because Xia Yu was afraid that this Er Lengzi brother would delay everyone’s business, but everyone had nothing to do) Xia Dasha finally couldn’t hold back.

"There are only four... there are... so good..."

then,

Leng Han reluctantly gave Xia Dasha one...

Leng Han reluctantly gave Qin Erhu one...

Leng Han reluctantly gave a gourd baby...

Leng Han reluctantly gave Xia Yu one...

Gone...

Huang Dashan cried!

"Uh, I'm still a baby, I want to eat too..."

Sikong laughed at Huang Dashan and suddenly remembered something.

"Eleven, what do I bring?"

A silver-white metal box was immediately handed to Sikong.

Twenty-five centimeters square, with air-conditioning surround effect.

Sikong opened the suitcase, revealing the neatly arranged and crystal-clear thin meat strips inside.

"My Chengnan Farm got it all here."

Lin Chou took a closer look.

Quite surprised, quite pleasantly surprised, the look in Sikong's eyes changed.

Sikong doesn't care,

"Losing a lot of circulation points, the hazel grouse is too courageous, especially the boy chickens just over a year ago, and they died in collective action. The hazel grouse with blood stasis in the meat died even if it was scrapped. The meat on the tips of the wings has been removed, and almost five hundred hazel chicken wings are in this box."

Lin Chou was a little balanced,

"I'm still wondering, it's too extravagant. Was it scared to death by Liu Renjun?"

Sikong nodded,

"Uh, I have processed all the chicken to others-I remember once ate this soup dumpling made of wing-tip meat and crab roe in a pretty small restaurant in the east of the city. It tasted quite good, and It is smooth, tender, fresh and fragrant, not greasy at all, and light and light, which is suitable for our Mingguang spring when it is dull and damp."

Mingguang’s spring is not as hot as a high-temperature sauna at 40 degrees + in summer, but it is damp and upset.

Lin Chou pondered.

"Well, I heard my father talk about a dish. I don't remember which region was a strange dish before the cataclysm, but it sounds pretty good. I can try it."

"What kind of dish?"

Lin Mei said,

"Do you know the pork belly chicken? This dumpling of meat on the tip of the chicken wing is stuffed into little finger-sized wontons and boiled with pork belly chicken soup. You can't forget it after one bite.

Sikong's eyes lit up.

"Absolutely, how did you come up with this?"

Lin Chou said,

"Not only that, but also put one-third of the small mackerel and pork stuffed wontons in a separate package and mix them with cooking to clear the mouth."

"What's the reason for this?"

Lin Chou said with some dissatisfaction,

"My father's truth, what do you say is that chickens are not fat, and dolphins are not fresh."

"I checked it later. The original saying was,'Chickens have no hooves and are not fat, and dolphins are not fresh without chickens.' This old liar!"

"Well, but the pork fillet and chicken broth are absolutely delicious."

"Also, when making puffer fish, if you want the puffer fish to be fat and tender, you have to use chicken feet to simmer. Where are so many chicken claws, even I can't do it myself to kill hundreds of chickens for a pot of puffer fish. , Guinea fowl will not work either."

"Then..."

When it comes to this kind of thing, Lin Chou is always nagging endlessly, and it is usually not a preface.

But Sikong didn't mind, everyone didn't mind.

——It often means that there is something delicious again.

The happiest one is not who else Huang Dashan can have. He rolled his arms to his sleeves and was eager to try.

"I'm going to get a Spanish mackerel? Pick the big one or the small one?"

As a result, he saw Xia Dasha go back to the mountain without saying a word.

Everyone knows that there are countless ingredients in the underground cold storage of Lin Chou, especially the fresh fish, shrimps and crabs in the sea. Nian Jia and Xiao Hong often supply them.

Huang Dashan didn't get angry when he saw that the job was preempted.

"Why can I get started?"

Let’s eat a meal, lest it be rumored by some people that his grandpa Dashan is a free-for-all—Luanshan and Mingguang.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Are there any pigs in the fence in the back mountain?"

"Yes! Didn't you kill them last time? When you were away, your family came to buy them. You have all the male and female males and females. Killing pigs? I told you that your mountain master kills pigs. It takes less than half an hour to split the slices and the intestines are clean for you!"

"So active?"

"absolute!"

"So active?"

"It must be!"

"In that case, go and catch the pigs!"

"WTF! What kind of high-end operation is driving pigs?"

Lin Chou had done this to Huang Dashan all the time, and the Lord Shan was also a loyal one, so he had to go back to the mountain unhappy.

Lin Chou is still asking for it.

"I used the broad beans I used to soak in wine to feed the pigs when I rushed!"

Sikong asked,

"Carry the pig? What's the matter with driving the pig here?"

"Look, you just don't know how to tell you." Lin Chou muttered to himself, "Although it is not a colorful hazel grouse or an ordinary hazel grouse, it is also the sharp meat of hazel chicken wings. So a few grams, such an expensive thing, extravagant, how can I make it so casually, respect for the ingredients is a must!"

Sikong is dissatisfied,

"What does this have to do with shooing pigs? It's a good deal!"

Lin Shou smiled,

"If the same thing can make a different taste, most of it is done in the pre-processing of the ingredients."

After a while, Xia Dasha scratched his head and returned.

"Brother Chou, I've gone, the fish in the cold storage are all dead fish-eyed and frozen. They don't taste good at first sight."

Lin Chou thought about it.

Prince Huang Dashan has gone to chase pigs. It is necessary for him to be fault-finding. How can he still use frozen fish balls at this time?

"Sikong~"

Sikong waved his hand,

"Eleven, send a radio to our people, Bayu, from big to small, the kind of fish that can jump when I am going to send it here!"

"Good son!"