Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou raised a question at the right time,

"You should have taken special care of the goose. I have eaten two kinds of fresh goose and water-fat goose. Did you do this deliberately? There is a subtle smoky smell in it."

The second sister hesitated for a while, and felt that she really had nothing to worry about.

"Well, the fresh ones are picked in the chestnut forest in the morning, but this will be almost at the end of the season, and soon there will be no missing."

"As for the smoky taste... it is the rule left by my grandfather. Put chestnut shells and twigs and leaves under the big bamboo grate and smoke them while drying."

"It's rarely eaten by anyone, you are amazing!"

Lin Chou raised his thumb,

"It's a great method, no wonder the stewed soup is like a glass gorgon, it's transparent and slippery."

The second woman excitedly said,

"There is ginger, so it’s better than before. Recently, the ginger on the market has suddenly increased, and the price has become much cheaper. I heard that it is a batch of ginger species released by the Jiang family, which is great."

Wild goose is inseparable from old ginger. Without ginger, it seems to have no soul. With the addition of ginger, the second freshest taste will become the most delicious.

Lin Chou said,

"Indeed, the Jiang family is still very benevolent, and most of the dried meat and grains are bought by the Jiang family at a reasonable price each year."

Brother Mazar raised his head from the bowl of the sea,

"That's it, I don't know why the Jiang family is doing business, how can they make so much money? The dried meat and food are put at no cost, even if you don't pay, you can't make money at all."

Lin Chou didn't look very caring, and said to the second wife,

"The pot used to boil wild goose and mushroom in advance is definitely different, isn't it an ironware?"

"You can even guess this?" The second woman opened her mouth wide. "You haven't secretly inquired about our family, right..."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"how is this possible."

The second woman said,

"It is a sandware, that is, a casserole and a claypot, but our sandware is specially made and uploaded by our ancestors. The Yingjing sandware has a caliber of one and a half meters!"

Lin Chou was taken aback.

"A one-and-a-half-meter-caliber Yingjing sand vessel? Or was it uploaded by the ancestor?"

Just looking at the two oversized hand-made cast iron pots, Lin Chou felt that they were already very luxurious for the cataclysm era, and he did not expect there to be even more luxurious!

MMP, doesn’t this little sister also have a system that doesn’t require money for tableware...

Yingjing sandware has a firing history of nearly three thousand years. The firing has always been produced in traditional hand-crafted workshops, using pure natural raw materials, making simple and exquisite workmanship, and requiring extremely high craftsmanship. It is known as the "art of earth and fire."

Yingjing sandware is most famous for its casserole, which can preserve the freshness of food nutrients and remove peculiar smells. Even the ancient Chinese medicine makes traditional Chinese medicine more favored by Yingjing sandware.

Yingjing sandware is widely praised and enduring. It is made of heavy metal-free white clay and independent carbon fired at a high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees. After the finished product, there are many special places that other sandware cannot compare.

For example, when the Yingjing casserole was sent to Philadelphia in the 1950s, the soup in the casserole could still boil for a few minutes after the fire, which shocked the four people, causing countless crooked nuts to shout "unbelievable" and "magical eastern country."

The second woman squinted her eyes triumphantly,

"Surprised, right, a meter and a half caliber, even before the cataclysm, it was an outlier. Such a big Yingjing black casserole is very rare."

Lin Chou nodded,

"Your ancestors are afraid that there is no special way. Such a big casserole must require a special furnace. Does it usually take care of maintenance?"

The second sister covered her mouth and smiled.

"Well, my grandfather, my grandfather, my dad, I... every generation has its own way of maintaining the casserole. For example, my dad likes to use the method of making antique black pottery, mixing tung oil with water and whipping. After the fusion, I wiped it a little bit, because my grandfather regarded this as an unscrupulous offspring and a different kind, and was lashed several times."

Lin Chou's mouth twitched.

"One generation has one maintenance method, then the quality of this casserole is incredible, and it can last until now..."

The second woman rolled her eyes at him,

"It won't break!"

Brother Maza was really serious about eating, his lips and teeth could not help but beep in his heart.

"Those who don't know how to adjust can be guessed...Mom, it really is three hundred and sixty lines and the top pick..."

"Big guys, all big guys..."

"Sit down and talk about it? Although the argument is centered on a pot..."

Lin Chou didn't ask any more, and if he asked again, he touched the bones of the second fresh approach.

Lin Chou pushed the bowls and bowls covered with lids on the table towards the second sorrow.

"By the way, it's rare for someone to ask me to eat, but I have to taste what I made."

"It's not me who asked you to eat, it's him." The second sister opened a big tureen, "elbow?"

The clear and bright thick soup, slightly burnt skin, but the meat quality is different from what she has usually seen.

"Not the Black Mountain Boar?"

Lin Chou shook his head.

"Iron-bone pigs, the rest are Black Mountain wild boars, and I have relatively few materials in my hand. Today I only stewed four iron-bone pigs' knuckles."

The second yin screamed and picked it lightly with chopsticks.

The tip of the bamboo chopsticks easily pierced the skin of the meat, but when she picked it up, it slipped from the chopsticks like jelly.

"Eh??"

Lin Chou passed a spoon,

"You need a spoon to eat sugary elbows."

"Sugar skin elbow?"

"Yes, to describe the color."

"Oh..."

One entrance of meat——

good to eat!

too delicious!

So delicious!

Tender and smooth, unparalleled tenderness.

Just the touch on the tip of the tongue can imagine that this elbow must have been in the gurgling pot with a small fire for a very long time, and what follows is an unspeakable light and pure fragrance.

Yes, it is pure incense.

This is the purest pork aroma, and the effect of spices is hardly felt.

Iron bone pork is like an extrajudicial madman with a dangerous aroma, arbitrary, wild and barbaric.

(Really beautiful craftsmanship...)

Of course, she, who has been nurtured by the second fresh all year round, can be considered to have seen the world, and she is not so easy to lose her temper.

The second girl settled down,

"This elbow..."

Lin Chou raised his eyebrows and waved his hand with a fixed face.

(It’s time to show real technology!)

"Ah, it's actually nothing special."

"Singeing and shaping, pull out a small fire steak with ice water."

"Most people like to work hard on the spices for stewing elbows. It's a bit too extreme, but sugary elbows are also at the other extreme. They are heavy-handed and light-used. To put it bluntly, stewing this elbow is just a'slow'. , A small fire and cold water pot, um, is the kind of small fire that takes more than one or two hours to boil a pot of water. When the water is boiled, the main thing is rice wine. Good rice wine. If there is an old flower carving before the cataclysm, it is the best Great, then simmer for six hours..."

The second girl's pupils shrank and almost threw away the chopsticks, and the voice suddenly became a little sharp.

"Hua Diao??"

"You, you, you...you dare to think about it... who can afford this elbow..."