Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou found their expressions very interesting.

"Eat whatever you are doing in a daze."

A piece of salt brick was put on a tray by Lin Chou and carried on the table. Judging from the twisted air around the salt brick, this thing should have been brought directly from the oven or after being heated by a violent fire.

Salt brick is a great thing, even better than some shale and volcanic rocks for making slate barbecue and fried meat.

The pink salt bricks with deep cloud patterns play a role not only in beauty, but also stronger and more durable than ordinary "slates". It is not easy to crack due to uneven distribution of upper and lower heat under fire. The most important thing is It comes with seasoning, which can give food a beautiful mineral salt flavor.

Lin Chou fiddled with two muscles with clear lines and pyramid-like flesh that looked like crystals.

"This is the front shoulder of Heiyu. I almost avoided all the tendons when it was split. It should be pretty good."

This piece of meat does not seem to have the common fat "snowflakes". Each piece of meat has only one or two fat stripes, about a few millimeters wide.

Lin Chou cut the meat into 2.5 cm thick steaks and put them directly on the salt plate.

"Hey~"

This is too violent, this is too charming.

The extremely fresh steaks creaked on the salt bricks, and every muscle twitched violently.

For example, if a certain Huang Dashan is not so aptly described,

"They look like they are dancing."

Steak: Is it pretty, am I pretty? I heard you just dance. If you have the ability, you can jump up and dance!

Shan Ye sniffed,

"Emmmmm..."

Why is this still tasteless?Is the surname Lin starting to do magic?

It's not fair...

Why I used to eat any game in the wilderness like a zoo...

Looking at the big guy, he couldn't hold back, and Lin Chou's evil taste was finally perfectly satisfied, the guy said with a smile,

"Are you curious?"

"Hmm..."

"Do you want to know?"

"Hmm..."

The chicks are pecking at rice.

"Actually, I really didn't do anything."

"This black cat is a cub. It hasn't been mated or even in its cub stage. It has not had time to develop its tools for crime. Just like when raising wild boars for meat before the Cataclysm, they need to be treated at a very young age They are gelled, and the fishy smell in the meat will be reduced."

Shan Ye was dumbfounded,

"It's that simple?"

Everyone,

"seriously?"

Lin Chou spread his hand,

"It’s not that you haven’t seen a child weighing more than two hundred kilograms. What’s surprising. Moreover, it’s bloody fleshy. It’s not the part of a bear’s paw that is both father and mother. Gnawing is to wipe the buttocks. The sweat glands are blocked. Of course, the smell is ridiculous, and it is ridiculously troublesome to handle."

"What's special..."

Lin Chou smiled,

"You will know what's going on if you taste the bear meat fried in rock bricks."

The rock brick fried meat looks very tempting, and it comes with its own seasoning. When you take a bite, the gravy fills your mouth.

"It smells inside, cough..."

Huang Dashan, who just expressed his outrageous comments about the shabu-shabu just now, felt comfortable immediately.

"This special thing is called game, this special thing is called bear meat, I said, how can this bear stuff not be fishy or smut?"

Of course, the black cub is not the big saber-toothed bear under the forest, who has grown for an unknown period of time. There is game, but it is definitely not the level of one bite.

"Well, the taste is even a bit like camel meat, but the fiber length is much different, and it doesn't feel like camel meat that is easy to loose, but I think it is a bit like camel meat..."

"It's full of game, chewing on Beishuang'er, such a frying, the gravy is so much - Damn, this piece is not cooked, it won't work, it's too natural!"

Bear meat doesn't think about what to eat sashimi, it's really inappropriate, go straight to the sky in one bite.

People who have eaten salt-grilled breast and shoulder meat feel that they have recovered such a loss of face-the taste of the meat just now is directly the experience of the big guy wandering the wilderness for decades and eating for decades. Rubbing on the ground!

How could this kind of thing not be fishy at all?

"Most of the things handed down from the ancestors are very reasonable. Shabu meat, one hang of blood, two hangs of fiber, three hangs of impurities, and three dips and three mentions in the boiling soup. It seems simple, but in fact it has great wisdom."

"Well, the soup base has to be turned upside down for another pot, it's all frothy, otherwise the meat won't taste so fresh."

"The temperature of this water is also quite critical. It can't be boiling. If the temperature is too high, the rise in the meat, blood, and impurities will be directly sealed inside, and the taste will not be so good."

"The boiling degree of water is one temperature lower than that of the chrysanthemum heart. We generally call this shrimp eye water. It can be understood that the bubbles in the water are there, but do not gather, and rise from the bottom of the water like shrimp eyes. Come up."

"Also... uh... what do you guys all look at me doing... like biting people..."

Everyone: "???"

Especially you didn't say that just now!

You said you can't martial arts!!

"Isn't it done nothing?" Huang Dashan tweeted, "Sure enough, the cook doesn't have a good thing, so I have to think of a trick to hide something, isn't it this stuff since ancient times..."

"The secret recipe of the old traditional Chinese medicine cook's recipe, say no, do you believe it? If you dig your stomach, one is counted as one. The heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney are all black, and no parts are white!"

"Hey I have heard a story. Just before the cataclysm, it was said that there was a cook in ancient times. The royal cook who made dishes for the emperor or something. The same thing and the same material, as long as he makes it by hand, It’s more delicious than others, especially good at making soup. The fresh ones are not good. The big guys are curious. Why, if you co-authored, you just watched us and stared at us? In the end, this guy is too old. He only revealed the secret when he was teaching his apprentice. Every time he went back to his hometown in the south, he would bring a large bag of roasted ground fish and fine flour made from kelp. Didn’t the cook have a towel tied to his waist? Wrap the flour in it a little before going to work, and shake it with the opportunity of wiping the utensils when serving, tusk~"

Everyone: Sri Lanka One!Search Dis Karma!

Lin Chou squeezed his chin.

"It's not that I said Lord Shan, this story seems to be what I told you before, right?"

"Oh, the problem is even more serious. You are called knowing the law and breaking the law. Understand it, add one to the crime—what the hell are you doing...Where did you come from...you put the pan down and talk...Don't be like this Fuck..."

"Huang Dashan, what are you running? Come back!"

"How fresh, can you run without chasing me?"

"Okay, I'm not chasing...you go back...wipe...wait a minute, you will come down! You come down and we have a good chat! What do you mean by climbing trees?"

"Haha! Are you stupid as I? If you have the ability, put the pot down first!"