Doomsday Pavilion

Xiao Ba actually feels that he has gotten a very powerful point of knowledge-it turns out that a creature like a pig will die on the spot after its neck is broken!

"Emmmm, it's kind of interesting, it's not bloodletting, is there still pig meat?!"

Xiao Ba, like Wu Ke, belongs to professionals who have been cultivated and grown up by scientific research institutes since childhood. Their group of people may have been assigned their research topics and general directions even at the age of 12 at the latest.

In addition, let alone killing pigs, even the few people who have seen pigs.

So Xiao Ba naturally thinks that Mingguang people kill pigs in this way, and the descriptions in the books are all stories, which can't be taken seriously.

Lin Chou glanced at him.

"You give me sauerkraut?"

"What sauerkraut..."

Yes, it seems that this researcher doesn't even know what sauerkraut is, and really doesn't understand life.

But when he said so, Lin Chou immediately thought of the pig stew, blood sausage, garlic white meat...

It feels like the saliva is flowing down.

Lin was pondering,

"There seems to be a door too..."

This "door" is naturally opened on the fresh tree tomatoes that have just been picked.

Many places have a common and interesting name for this wild tomato or tree tomato that grows on woody plants-"suppressive fruit".

Basically, it belongs to the kind of warrior-specialized food that is eaten raw, from the spring to the top door, from the hair to the bones, and if the fruit on a branch is better, they are also true. It's so sour that you doubt life.

Tree tomato is one of the most important base ingredients for pickled vegetables. It is a match made in heaven with taro, potherb mustard and mustard greens. It is a perfect match!

The tree tomato, fish and meat are stewed together, and the soup is thick and mellow.

Since there is no self-made sauerkraut, the charming sour aroma of tree tomatoes is still a very good option.

Lin Chou suddenly had some expectations. Originally, he planned to deal with a few mouthfuls to fill his stomach and count the balls. Now I see...

Hey there!

"Eh eh eh, Lin... Boss..." Baal thought about it for a long time before he suddenly remembered. The lord in front of him seemed to not like others to call him evolve, sir, brothers, and so on. He loves to listen to it the most. It's just the words of Boss Lin, "Boss Lin, what are you going to do? The pigs are all killed. Get them quickly. I'm starving to death..."

Facing the pitiful eyes of the three of them, Lin Chou said righteously,

"Can a pig satisfy you!"

Baal: "???"

Why is it that every word looks so normal, and he doesn't dare to recognize it after connecting it...

Lin Chou wandered between the tiankeng and the forest, just like his back garden.

"Lily? Take it! You might be able to pick up a few bird eggs in a while. Fried wild lilies with eggs are still very sweet."

"Cornus...Forget it, just pick some leaves. Today's ingredients are not the right way."

"Yo, perilla? This is not bad, this is not bad, there are two kinds of purple and green!"

"Huoxiang... uh... it can barely be used to marinate meat, so bring it..."

The strange beasts that Lin Chou met from time to time came to drink water, and paid no attention to their "piercing" eyes.

What are you looking at?

What's wrong with people who haven't seen two legs?

If it wasn't for your meat tastes too bad, ha ha!

Lin Chou's eyes suddenly lit up.

ノ⊙ω⊙)ノ嚯, galangal??"

This time I made a profit. Galangal is the soul of many Cantonese dishes.

Galangal is also called southern ginger, honey **** and Xuwen Liang ginger, which is one of the raw materials of five-spice powder.

However, the discovery of galangal can only be regarded as the icing on the cake. If this were discovered before Lin Chou found the **** species, someone would be crazy for joy.

I dug up a few old pieces and put them aside as **** seeds, and took some of the young roots and sprouts for the rest, which can be stewed later.

Lin Chou grinned, beeping greedily,

"If there is another hazel chicken, it will really be a big meal... hold a grass..."

There were no hazel grouses. A male and a female, two big green pheasants, pecking at Lin Chou's face fiercely, suddenly came out from the bushes, and the feathers floated all the way behind him.

Lin Chou: "???"

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Confession of a chicken:

I am a tall and mighty pheasant with fluffy feathers and a clever, vigorous posture and a very high IQ.

Don't ask me why, don't accept the interview, happy!

My spouse and I live happily by a big lake. Every day we eat bugs and make chicks, eat little fish, make chicks, eat bugs, make chicks, and eat little fish, make chicks... We have a very good life. Substantial.

Just now I saw a human being so powerful that I and my spouse shivered towards us, as witty as I hurriedly took my spouse to hide in a nest in the bushes, and there were one, two, and three in the nest that we hadn't hatched. ...Dozens of children, I want to protect them.

This human being is too powerful. I have never seen such a terrible breath from a person, like walking kitchen knives, cutting boards and soup pots.

There is no doubt that he is an executioner who kills chickens like a knife!

I want to hide, take my spouse, and take my unborn child.

But... But... Oh my god...

Why do I hate him so suddenly?

I can't wait to peck his eyes blind, tear off his hair, lift his skull, and look for bugs, fish, shrimps and rice in his brain...

I looked at my spouse-her eyes are the same as mine, red!

I feel my power is swelling, my hatred is boiling, I...

Why do I hate him so much?

for...

Correct! He must have come to compete with me for the right to mate with my spouse who is bright and shiny and smooth, and then he will take my spouse every day to eat bugs to make chickens, eat small fishes to make chickens, eat bugs to make chickens...

No way! I can't stand this grievance! I want to fight him! I want to kill him and stand on top of his head and crow!

There seems to be something wrong...

I...

That's too late...

I can't manage that much...

He has come here, rush the duck!

When I regain territories and return in triumph, I will...

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Ding!

Congratulations to Boss Lin for bringing two six-jin big pheasants and 28 green-shelled wild eggs.

Beautiful~

Lin Chou mumbled,

"Avian forced hatred...hey, it seems not bad too?"

If these two big, fat pheasants stayed in the nest honestly instead of rushing out to face the hard forest, he really might not be able to find them in the messy thick bushes.

Lin Chou broke his chicken feet and looked at him.

"Well, it's a five-year old pheasant. The meat is already hard, so it's good to put it in pickled vegetables. It doesn't taste good, but it can add a umami taste~"

The meat of pheasant is too old, but the soup becomes more delicious and thick, which is a good taste that even Lin Chou would expect.

"It's almost done. Going back to get some fish in the lake, it's perfect."

It is an unexpected joy to be able to encounter these things today, and it makes sense to say that it is too late.