Doomsday Pavilion

No matter how tragic what the poor Black Mountain wild boar went through during his lifetime, the two pig hind legs it brought can already satisfy Lin Moumou's picky and expectations of the ingredients.

The red pork has a sense of blood and vitality, even after being chopped into minced meat, it still shows the difference from ordinary Black Mountain wild pork.

More stickiness and heavier color.

Bayu can be said to be a very old type of stuffed dumplings, dumplings, and wontons, and the practice is also very rich.

Some people like to add milk to the Spanish mackerel filling to increase the freshness and make the fish more smooth and elastic; some like to use leeks to remove fishy and greasy; while others like to add lamb and mutton oil, fish and sheep are fresh~

As for the wild pork, um, it shouldn't be available before the cataclysm, but pork belly is common.

Lin Chou peeled off the skin before he chopped and stuffed the Spanish mackerel. The flesh of the Spanish mackerel is very firm and sweet, and the only thing that smells a bit fishy may be the skin.

The minced Spanish mackerel and minced pork do not eat oil. You can mix in a little green onion and ginger water. The remaining water needs to be prepared before, cut into small cubes and mix with the filling.

As for adding flour paste or water starch before the cataclysm, it is absolutely undesirable. Ninety-nine percent of those who do it are businessmen rather than relatives. The significance of adding weight to dumplings and reducing labor is far greater than the other.

After mixing the minced Spanish mackerel and minced pork, it is best to beat it up. The reason is the same as the shrimp wonton. The whipping strength of this filling is definitely not enough.

"Slap~"

"Slap~"

"Slap~"

Huang Dashan lay on the table,

"When this guy is not hurriedly cooking, Lao Tzu just has to roar and roar, and can't help but want to stop and take a look. Sometimes it's the same if he's not hungry, it's weird."

Sikong was shocked and uncertain,

"Oh, Lord Shan, your heroine template is finally willing to use it?"

Huang Dashan opens his mouth to be a "roll" character, which is justified and loud.

Leng Han nodded in a quiet voice to the amateur,

"Indeed, he gave me a very quiet and reassuring feeling when he was cooking."

Bai Suren smiled secretly,

"That's the opposite!"

Leng Han doubts,

"Ok?"

"It's obviously very hot, it's so hot that people's hearts sway, right? Look at you, your face is red~"

"Sister Bai!!"

"Good, good, let's not say..."

Lin Chou slapped it cracklingly for a long time, then stopped, grabbed a little meat filling and placed it in the basin. He nodded when he saw the meat floating on the water.

Beat up the strength and declare it complete.

As for the filling of the tip of the hazel chicken wings, it is not necessary to use such a rough method. It is enough to mix the skin and stir a few times.

There are two big pots for the filling-of course, the big pot filled with mackerel and pork is at least three times the volume of the hazel chicken wing filling.

Lin Chou babbled and babbled and made noodles,

"I'm making wontons, and I will go to the mountains and wash my hands."

This is how to divide the land with the rich.

Everyone laughed and joked, and even Leng Han and Bai Suren washed their hands and returned.

Sikong washed his hands personally, and didn't mind that the ingredients he brought were shared by everyone. Anyway, he brought dozens of kilograms of ingredients and he could eat at most two bowls. Dole Lele was obviously not as good as the others.

Huang Dashan put the fillings in the big pots into the small pots, and placed two pots on the table one by one. The same fillings contained more than a dozen wontons in different shapes.

Wu Ke casually put the wontons he wrapped next to the one of Mr. Men Kuang.

"Yeah, Huanfeiyan is thin?"

The wontons made by Wu Ke are very much in common with him. The belly is dry and thin and the limbs are slender.

And the wontons...

"Wow, what's that kid with the surname door, depth bomb?"

"It's amazing, my little breast brother, for the first time I saw wontons that can be wrapped into buns."

The door was very ashamed, and his faces were hot.

It’s not to blame him. He’s not the only one who comes from clothes to stretch out his hands and eat to open his mouth. How can he not do it by himself to get enough food and clothing. There are people carefully waiting for him to kill a few wild beasts and eat them. That is indeed more humane. As for the technical operation of making wontons with such a high degree of difficulty...

Ha ha, forget it.

His fingers are so thick, and the wontons are only so big, how can they be wrapped??

Everyone in the room looked at this place, and the man in the room had a hard time talking and hesitated for a long time.

"Uh... this stuffing is too thin..."

Everyone laughed.

Wu Ke sighed and shook his head.

"Look over there, learn something."

Looking along the direction, I saw that the most ferocious cold tyrannosaurus in Mingguang base city was staring fiercely at the two pots of fillings in front of him with a hunting gaze. Except for the casual Prince Huang and Bai Suren, cold Han did not sit at the table at all.

It's really cold, with the stiff effect of air conditioning.

I understand the situation, this is the same as him who can't make wontons.

"What are you looking at?"

Wu Ke frowned, his elbow hit him,

"Shhh, watch and learn."

The slippery stuffing made Leng Han frown. Although it is very sticky, it is like a pool of slime, always thinking about rolling on the thin wonton skin covered with flour. Come down, roll onto your hands and roll to the ground.

Like the slimy dignity and face of a novice,

"Pia hag~"

Gone.

The soup series that the newcomers started to pack is too cruel, but who made the Mingguang weather too hot? The skin jelly in the filling almost melted for a while before everyone started to pack it. On the dough, it melts faster.

Ok?

melted?

It's unbearable!

Leng Han used a small spoon expressionlessly to scoop up half a spoonful of mackerel pork stuffing-in fact, other people used plain bamboo strips, such as Lin Chou, a wonton with one flick, and the movements of his fingers almost came out. The phantom is here, it’s a humanoid ravioli press,

However, Lenghan couldn't pick it up with that, so he had to replace it with a small spoon with a concave belly.

The slime made of Spanish mackerel and pork is just about to rush into the city on the dough.

"Ding!"

A whiff of white air drifted aside from the filling, flowing towards the ground.

Leng Han showed a satisfied expression and squeezed hard.

"Cack, click."

Very good, it's frozen solid enough.

However, it may be that the temperature of the filling is too low to affect the dough, or it may be that too much flour is stained on the dough, and it is said that they refuse to put together and turn into wontons.

Leng Han hesitated for a moment, and sneaked at Lin Chou.

"Ding!"

Alright, the dough was frozen together and the shape was perfect.

Bai Suren reminded,

"It's easy to bloom like this."

Leng Han was taken aback,

"Oh... can't it be cooked?"

Bai Suren also followed for a moment.

"Ah...right...you can't cook it..."

She still didn't understand what Leng Han meant.

As a result, the wonton in Leng Han's hand made a rustling sound of freezing, and there was an extra layer of extremely thin ice crystals containing the original brilliance on the surface.

Leng Han said,

"It won't boil this way."

Leng Han threw the wonton on the chopping board,

"Zheng~"

The semi-transparent skirt of the wonton is like a knife, directly stuck on the cutting board.

Men Kuang's face was full of cold sweat, frightened--

Especially this wonton, let alone a hundred degrees of water, put it in the steel furnace for about 35 minutes to defrost.

Obviously, Wu Ke didn’t know under what conditions the ice crystals condensed by an evolutionary of Leng Han’s level with the power of the original source would melt. He was just a serious education man.

"See you, do you need to pay attention to skills in doing things? Have you learned it? Oh...it's useless for you to learn. You and Lieutenant General Leng seem to have different bloodline abilities..."

"Hehehe, what? If you follow the analogy, there will always be a way."

The situation of the door rolled his eyes and finally confirmed a little.

On this mountain, there are no normal people at all, it's all Sao operations!

It's really wrong for Lao Tzu to be hungry for so much innocence!

Wontons are packed quickly, after all, there are still many people.

It's just that the bowl that Lin Chou filled with the fillings was too big, and Lin Chou went to make the noodles twice before he would wrap all the fillings.

He went to the back kitchen and looked at the pork belly chicken in the cauldron.

"The soup hasn't been thoroughly cooked yet, and it will be boiled for a while."

Lin Chou said to Big Breast Sister and Su Yourong, looking after the fire, he got up and went to the back mountain to find a kind of spice-Nepeta.

The small green seedlings can be found at a glance in the mud beside the stream. The smell is fresh and spicy, which is very special.

Chinese medicine believes that Nepeta has a pungent taste, warm in nature, enters the lungs and liver meridian, and has the effects of publishing, dispelling wind, and regulating blood. Su Song's "Book of Sketches" of the Song Dynasty recorded that "spicy fragrance can be eaten, and people take lettuce". A rare medicinal and food ingredient, regular consumption has many benefits to the human body.

However, the taste of Nepeta is more aggressive, which is not acceptable to ordinary people with mild taste. At the same time, people with heavy taste can't put it down and talk about it.

Lin Chou squeezed a handful of the top shoots and thought it was enough. After all, each person's small wonton only needs a small shoot tip to bring out all the flavor.

After I got back, boil the small wontons in a hot pot, simmering them on a violent fire, and each time they were simmered. Because the wontons were so small, they would float up after a few rolls.

Lin Chou took out the human head and big sea bowls and lined them up, sprinkled only some green salt on the bottom of each bowl, and put a nepeta sprout on it, and even the wontons were flushed with the soup, and they were served refreshingly.

After everyone had evened a bowl, there was still more than half of it left. He unceremoniously put it in his bag and kept it in the incubator.

Huang Dashan held an old bowl with a big head and took a big mouthful of milky white pork belly chicken soup.

"hiss"

The warm, oily and oily soup lingered in the mouth. After swallowing, the spicy scent of white pepper instantly converted into heat, and the entire stomach became warm.

This bite is obviously not enough,

"Sucking"

As a result, the soup in the old bowl almost bottomed out.

The small wontons swirled around, like a school of fish in a pond about to dry up, and wontons are not tasty without the soup.

So Huang Dashan held back a few wontons the size of a little finger, and half a spoon of soup.

After thinking about it, he poured the soup back into the bowl halfway, and then he put it in his mouth comfortably and bit down.

"Boom"

Huang Dashan didn't know how to describe this feeling. It was strange and comfortable.

Standing next to him, Si Kong, who was holding a bowl for food in a standing position like him, exhaled with emotion,

"It's like a huge fresh salmon roe. After popping it, it's all fresh and sweet with vitality!"

Huang Dashan rolled his eyes--

Hehe, look at the people, how educated they are, how come I didn't expect it, I just want to vomit.

Huang Dashan poured a large spoonful of small wontons into his mouth.

"Ok..."

"Wonderful..."

"It's like a fresh and huge salmon roe. After popping, everything inside is fresh and sweet like alive!"

This time it was Sikong's turn to roll his eyes.

The feeling of eating small wontons in your mouth is indeed different from that of ordinary wontons. The thin skin of wontons can see through the color or the white or light yellow fillings inside, but they are actually very elastic, and there seems to be a hint of alkalinity. Inside, it's great.

The small finger-sized wontons are actually full of soup, and they will burst directly when they bite. Everyone should be very irritable, and they are all warriors who explode on the spot.

The soup inside felt like cheese. It was sticky. It was so hot that it made people reluctant to open their mouths, for fear that the delicious taste would pass away with the wind.

After feeling the impact of the fresh chicken hoof soup, there are two completely different fillings.

The ratio of the hazel chicken wing sharp small wonton and the Spanish mackerel black mountain wild pork small wonton is about 1:3. If you distinguish it carefully, you can still distinguish them. However, if Huang Dashan goes down, it doesn’t matter if they are three seven twenty one. There was a passionate collision in his big mouth.

The deliciousness of hazel chicken, the flexibility of Spanish mackerel, the delicate oiliness of the black mountain wild boar hip meat that was knocked out by hand with the board, and the style of chicken hoof soup melted in one furnace in the mouth, and they all melted the taste.

Absolutely!

Huang Dashan had to look at Sikong eagerly, with a thousand words written in his huge eyes:

Say it, why don't you say it, why don't you say, how can I pretend to be a cultural person and feel that delicious little wontons?

Sikong eats wontons without giving him any face.

Huang Dashan hummed and smacked his lips with a pity.

"It's so fast to eat, Lin Zixin is so small, can't he change to a larger bowl?"

This sucks, the smell comes out.

The taste buds just patronized and were attacked by all kinds of deliciousness such as hazel chicken and mackerel. I took a break now, and the fresh and tasty nepeta immediately hovered under the eyelids, just like the support in the rain alley. The girl with the oil-paper umbrella might still be wearing a cheongsam.

Because the spicy aroma of white pepper is still there, Huang Dashan does not feel the pungency that Nepeta should have. Instead, it has an indescribable freshness, just like eating a piece of cold and refreshing radish. of.

The mouthful of fish and hazel chicken flavors were "cleared" by the nepeta along with the only bit of greasiness. Huang Dashan felt lost, and felt that he could eat two...no...three old bowls.

So shamelessly holding the old bowl and rushing towards Lin Chou,

"Lin Za, Lin Za, give me another bowl!"

"roll."

"People still have a full meal before they die, and they can order food. Let's eat a bowl of wontons!"

"Are you going to die?"

"Don't be so stingy, I will bring my own bowl next time for an aunt like you."

"you dare!"