Doomsday Pavilion

Since ancient times, bear paws have not been eaten fresh, so they must be dried.

Most of the methods used are the same as those used by Lin Chou. They are papyrus, fried rice, lime, or chaff herbs for one or two years.

One is clean and hygienic, and the other is to stop some wild fishy.

Bear paw, also known as bear cock, means animal foot. Its palm has a thick dark crust, like weathered rock gravel that has gone through countless years, and its back is covered with hair.

A Tier VI power behemoth is very difficult to clean up even after a system’s cheating drying process, especially when it removes the dead skin and hair on the outside. The fishy smell produced when the water is boiled and soaked is actually mostly derived from this.

Before hibernation, bears often trample on honey and ants with their forefoot, which can be considered as a way to fully store food for licking during hibernation.

Let's not talk about anything else, this one is incredible!

For the chef, how many years a bear has lived is equal to how many years of pickling the two bear paws have gone through—although the ingredients used for pickling are relatively simple, only honey and ant corpses.

Look, look, look, this is how the best ingredients created in the sky like thunderstorms are made!

"Compendium of Materia Medica" says: "Bears...in winter do not eat when they are hungry, but when hungry they lick their palms, so their beauty lies in their palms.

Tang Lusun, a recent man, also said: "Black bears can stand and walk, and their fore palms are particularly flexible. During hibernation, use one fore palm against the valley road, while the other palm is dedicated to sucking... one palm does not move in winter. A palm keeps licking every day, and the saliva essence is infiltrated day and night. It is natural for this palm to be plump and thick."

The front right palm is particularly plump because of frequent licking, and there is a saying that Zuo Ya You Yu.

emmmm, as to whether this "Left Ya Right Yu" statement is nonsense...

When he cut off the bear paw, he smelled it specially-it was just as fishy and smelly at all!

Ahem...

Under the conditions of the environment and temperature in the cataclysmic era, even if the Sabre-toothed bear is as high as Tier 6, it is not the capital of its "hibernation" at all.

Sleep is definitely to sleep, licking hands and hands must also be licked every day...

As for hibernation, winter has not happened at all for more than two hundred years, so it should be avoided.

Lin Chou pressed back and forth on various parts of the bear's paw,

"Then, after cooking for so long, I can hardly feel any change in the hand feel... If the skin of this bear is peeled off, even if it does not have the craftsmanship of Grandma Yue, it can be made into a leather armor, cloak, etc., at least four times. Tier’s attack power is impenetrable."

Huang Dashan grinned quickly and made a professional ridicule.

"At first glance, your kid is a new melon egg, I'm afraid I'm teasing Laozi, who is not an eye-opening bastard who wears a Tier 6 bear skin on his body and dares to slap you. I don't want to die like this."

For a strange beast, a difference of two levels is almost equivalent to not even having the qualification to escape; as for humans, if you can wear this kind of stuff, or he can punch you a hundred, or he or Laozi’s I can stand up to one hundred of you, just walk around and play...

Lin Chou smiled, not feeling embarrassed, but silently took out a jar of wine and began to muddy.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Huang Dashan uttered a series of screams like children starving to death before they came to milk.

"Don't! Snake King Wine! Just give it to mud... I don't need such a big cost for revenge..."

"You think too much!"

The black mud dug in the back mountain uses half a jar of wine mixed with well water and the mud is very gelatinous. The aroma of the wine gradually spreads over half of the Yanhui Mountain, completely dispelling and crushing the stench of the previously boiled bear paw. .

The low-level evolutionists who had just run wild and rushed back gradually, not for anything else, just want to smell more of the wine that you can't drink in this life.

Some evolutionary with more fragile physique even shed nosebleeds that represent sadness and embarrassment like the first time Sikong met Sancai Snake Wine. They couldn't stop it, so they had to stand a little farther silently and gloat. He pinched his waist fiercely in his eyes and asked why he didn't work hard.

You can’t eat pork. Now you don’t even have the qualifications to see how the pigs run...

"Stop howling!"

Lin Chou directed Huang Dashan to smear the bear's paw with mortar, and then the two of them worked together to lift the bear's paw into the preheated oven.

Huang Dashan looked at the black mud with red and blue flames emerging from the fire, frowned and scratched his head, as if mourning the passing of a friend—the two big bloodshot eyes scared Lin Chou and quickly gave the oven to the oven. Guan Yanshi is now, for fear that Hong Dashan jumps out to play with him again.

As soon as the door of the oven was closed, the inside of the oven seemed to go crazy. From the chimney outside, you could see the old high golden red flames, bursting sparks, which was very spectacular.

Huang Dashan came back to his senses,

"The ingredients of Tier 6 are so different?"

Lin Chou concealed his lips,

"Fart ingredient, this is the special effect of snake wine burning, alright..."

The black mud on the bear's paw was lifted out immediately after it was roasted, and the mud shell was torn apart while it was hot. In the residual aroma of the colorful snake king wine, there appeared a bear that looked quite clean and shed its hair. Palm.

Well, I used the old-fashioned "calling chicken" hair removal method, especially skin.

At this time, the bear's paw was still black, and with a few independent black hairs from time to time, it looked quite hideous and ugly.

Lin Chou used a cold iron knife to press the blade inch by inch to make the surface cold quickly, pulling off the black hair, scraping off the black skin, and repeatedly cleaning it up.

After more than four hours of careful handling, the bear's paw showed a smoky grayish brown, and it didn't seem to be so eye-catching.

At this point in the process, the so-called second soaking started late.

The inexhaustible wild bees in the back mountains have also brought many benefits to Lin Chou. At least honey, bee pupae, beehives, and royal jelly have never been out of stock on Yanhui Mountain.

He took a few large barrels of honey and poured some royal jelly into it. Lin Chou brushed the honey on the bear's paw and put it back in the oven for roasting.

According to legend, the princes of the Spring and Autumn Period paid attention to eating a roasted bear paw, but the roasting method has long been lost in modern times, and then it was mainly stewed... and later it was simply too much to eat.

The thin layer of honey made the huge bear's paw look pleasing to the eye. It has been grilled and snaked on it like gushing magma, and from time to time a large thin foam splashed and quickly disappeared.

Lin Chou looked at the stove,

"Tsk, it's a bit extravagant."

He wants to infiltrate the car-sized bear's paw with honey through roasting and continuous layer-by-layer brushing of honey. You can imagine how long it will take, and it feels like a drop of water through a stone.

Fortunately, because of the effect of the colorful snake king wine, the bear paw was still a good face, but Lin Chou just kept a night and brushed his honey for hundreds of times and got the desired effect.

Finally, after brushing a thick layer of honey, several large barrels of honey are completely finished.

Huang Dashan was too sleepy.

The main thing is to do just a few moves all day long, so who is not disturbed?

Absent-mindedly,

"Huh? I still bake..."

"Stop baking, just cook it!"

As usual, the honey-brushed bear's paw and the colorful snake king wine are put into the cauldron together to speed up the cooking process and make the bear's paw easier to boil.

Huang Dashan raised his eyelids and said,

"I'll squint first, it's too frustrating..."

Lin Sorrow disdain,

"Void?"

The Lord Shan was immediately anxious, and he slapped his big waist with clappers.

"Who is imaginary? Who is damn imaginary! How much work has I done for you these past few days..."