Doomsday Pavilion

Wu Ke brought the pot over.

"Hey, Brother Chou, Brother Chou, do you want to pour oil?"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"What kind of oil?!"

Wu Ke's face was innocent,

"Isn't it fried rice, uh... If you don't pour the oil, can you just beat the egg in... Then it's a mess..."

Lin Chou sighed,

"I'm really anxious for you. No matter what kind of rice is fried, the first thing you need is a pot of overnight rice. If you don't have one, then cool rice will do."

"This is common sense."

"It's not about pouring oil or scrambled eggs."

Wu Ke: "......"

He often saw this in various video materials left before the cataclysm. He heard that it was a very practical pretender skill for a "high-end chef", and he had to memorize it thoroughly, but he didn't expect him to do so. There was also a day when I was struck by this sentence on the wall.

Wu Ke was a little depressed, and Lin Chou felt comfortable with +1.

"..."

The best rice is in the thickest pot, and the rice and green rice that Mingguang can't live up to are worthy of Lin Chou's visit to the uncle of the system.

He chose a huge round-bottomed black pottery stew pot, which was hand-made the best product with a history of over a hundred years. After adding water, he placed it directly in the center of the fire without worrying about uneven heating.

I remember that before the cataclysm, there was a funny advertisement saying that: the inside of the ball kettle is heated cyclically, hello and me~

Chi only reminded,

"Boss boss, it seems that the water is running out and it will be muddy!"

Lin Chou was happy to hear this~

Did you see it?

See you!

These are all excellent results of my Lin's words and deeds. Even the big breasted sister knows that there is less water in the stew. Is this an esoteric problem that most people can know?

"Well, it will be steamed when it's almost cooked."

Chi only screamed, indicating that he knew it.

The chubby black pottery jar was gurgling with heat, Wu Ke sniffed and said,

"Uh... it still seems a bit fishy..."

The green rice gradually absorbs water in the black pottery jar, and the white core is sandwiched in the center of the rice grain.

Lin Chou took out the rice and put a pot on the fire. The pot was filled with green onion and **** water, and extra wine was added.

"I heard that the ancestors used corn when cooking this meal, and it was a by-product of making Bazhen deer blood cake. At that time, the output of wine was very low. The steaming process alone can be described as extremely luxurious. Up."

The scallion **** water with wine is fumigating the rice with hot steam, and the taste seems to be good?

Wu Ke murmured,

"Cover the lid, what a waste..."

Lin Chou shook his head.

"It can't be covered. After the cover is steamed for a long time, it will have a strange taste-do you know the smell?"

Wu Ke: "......"

What's that thing? What a smell that's so special!

Without a lid, the rice will cook very slowly and slowly, so slow that it is unbearable.

Wu Ke hurriedly said,

"Then when will this be cooked? Just starve us to death before eating, okay..."

Lin Chou looked at him,

"Don't you want to eat blood products, what's the matter with you?"

Wu Ke was embarrassed and shivered.

"The old stuff and the old seafood have been put in, so why don't people worry about it..."

This product is purely the condiments that Lin Chou left in Mili to greedy. Researcher Wu usually has few chances to eat sea cucumber, abalone, scallop, and fish maw.

The research institute will definitely not supply these things normally, after he comes out of the research institute...

Ahem, he is even a hundred times poorer than when he was in the scientific research institute. Every month, his pockets are cleaner than his face. The mice in the hut at the foot of the mountain have to cry and crawl out. Looking for the cat with a wine bottle:

Love suicide, ask for support again.

In Wu Ke's opinion, these rice and fried rice are trivial things, and those Lin Chou used to season them are the things that make him coveted.

Lin Chou rummaged in a pile of raw materials,

"Strange, my rice wine, I obviously brought it here."

Behind a few people,

"Crack..."

Uncle Gungun shrank and swallowed what was in his mouth, looking at the sky.

The rice wine that Lin Chou brought was actually sweet fermented rice, which was discovered long ago by Gumwano. While Lin Moumou was tinkering with the dustpan, Gumwano held it as a candy cube.

Boss Lin stayed for a few moments, but he couldn't find a bottle of Qingquan Mountain to pour it on the rice, and poke it with sparks.

"Boom~"

Particularly spectacular and particularly beautiful.

The moment the wine burned, the flames of the fire were suppressed to the bottom, and the charcoal ash with sparks rushed toward the face like an explosion.

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Except for the croissant braids who had fallen asleep protected by the big-breasted sister, the few people around the fire were all gray-headed, only their teeth were still white, and they looked terrified and caught off guard with their mouths open, which was particularly funny.

Su Yourong washed her face and washed her face in the hot spring.

"It's really hard to eat a little bit of wet tiger rice..."

Lin sorrows and smiles,

"Then you know it's harder to learn to cook?"

Su Yourong didn't dare to speak anymore, and the shadow of shredded potatoes was still vivid in the past few days.

The steamed deer blood green rice is a bit purplish in color, and the surface is still dry, and there is no sharp **** smell.

Lin Chou put the rice aside and blew in a windy place,

"Wait, it's cool at night, and you will be able to fry soon."

Bazhen fried rice is just a name for Lin Chou here. Bazhen fried rice without Hericium edodes is an incomplete fried rice, not so delicate.

And the Bazhen fried rice is not fried with egg liquid as Wu Ke expected——

Lin Chou threw a super huge ham into the fire,

"Fortunately, when I was boring, I made a few hams from the calf of the waste wood deer. Otherwise, I really can only use the leg of pork."

A few people except Lin Chou were shivering, just this one...ah no... the length of the small half of the calf is already more than five meters, and the thick broken bones almost need Su You. You can only be surrounded by holding your hands together.

After being grilled, the waste wood deer ham begins to release oil on the surface. It is rich in oil and fragrant, but after all, the body is out of the ordinary, so the meat is much rougher than other small animals.

After the ham is cut open, the translucent tendons in the meat appear particularly strong.

Lin Chou tried his best to choose the parts where the muscles and muscles were evenly distributed and cut them into pieces, slice them with a knife, shred them, and then cut them into cubes.

As for the rest, I gave it all away, let the elderly hold it and eat it.

The refreshing and tender small rapeseed is specially made from the stalk of small rapeseed and a small part of the leaves, and it is also dice.

Then there are carrots, lettuce, small wild onions, water celery, dried red onions...

Bazhen fried rice is actually matched with wild vegetables. It is said that the most authentic way of eating is to mix it with various flavored wild vegetables after it is fried. However, there is no reasonable way to verify this argument. It has been too long. .