By a small stream, red blood flowed downstream along the stream. Dolin shook off the blood on his hands, put away the divided wild boar meat, and began to clean the barbecue tools, a large iron plate.
Han Zimo was sitting on a large bluestone in the distance. He had just watched Daolin prepare the pork with his own eyes. He fully affirmed Daolin's method of cutting the pork.
If you don't have some skills, you will never separate the meat into the bones of the pork. This shows that Dowling has a very good understanding of the joints and tendons of the pig and has superb knife skills to achieve this effect.
After a while, Daolin walked back and fetched firewood from the bushes.
"Do you want the secret sauce or the spicy one?" Dowling asked.
"If there's enough meat, I hope I can taste everything." Han Zimo said bluntly.
Dolin nodded indifferently, took out one seasoning after another from the storage ring, and then began to marinate the pork.
During this period, Dowling also mixed some barbecue sauce and lit the fire. The temperature of the iron plate slowly increased, and oil was poured on it. Dowling picked up a piece of marinated pork and placed it on the iron plate.
As the sound of slicing meat was heard, a scent suddenly emerged, and Han Zimo sniffed subconsciously.
I have to say that this wild boar is much more fragrant than domestic pigs and has more fat. Brush the sauce over and turn it over. As the secret sauce is applied to the pork, the pork immediately emits a throat-tingling aroma.
Han Zimo, who was sitting on the big bluestone, suddenly couldn't sit still. In order to better experience the smell of barbecue, he ran directly to Daolin and sat down.
After a while, the first piece of roast pork was ready. Daolin sprinkled some chopped peanuts and some cumin, put it on a plate and handed it to Han Zimo.
Han Zimo couldn't bear it any longer. He took the plate and started to pinch the pork and eat it.
Dorian smiled and put on another piece of raw meat, then took out an onion from the ring, swung the kitchen knife and divided the onion into four halves.
"Then eat this as a side dish. It's so fragrant and soothing." Dowling handed over half of the onion.
Han Zimo took it and directly broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The aroma of barbecue and the flavor of onions immediately raised the taste to a new level.
Dolin fried a spicy piece for himself. The homemade spicy sauce was spicy in his mouth, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Make one for me, yours looks delicious." Han Zimo put the last bite of barbecue into his mouth and saw Daolin's spicy barbecue.
Dowling nodded, and this time he took out four pieces of marinated raw meat and placed them on the iron plate.
A series of seductive squeaking sounds sounded, and Han Zimo swallowed.
"I drank your wine last night, and I'll give you a taste of my wine today." Adhering to the principle of not eating for free, Han Zimo took out a wine flask and two matching wine glasses.
He poured a glass for Dorian slowly and handed it to him.
Dolin sniffed it gently and found that the wine was no worse than the fine wine brewed by abstaining from alcohol. He felt refreshed as soon as he smelled it.
"How is it? This wine is good, isn't it!" Han Zimo said with a smile.
Dolin nodded and took a shallow sip. The wine was very soft in the mouth and had a hint of sweetness. After swallowing it, his throat was slightly spicy, but not strong. When it entered his stomach, he just felt warm.
As he breathed, the aftertaste was a touch of sweetness, and Dolin kept chewing it with his mouth.
"I brewed this wine myself. I never let outsiders drink it on weekdays. Today, when I eat your delicious barbecue, I will give you my wine." Han Zimo said with a smile.
"Thank you very much. This wine is really good. The wine I made with my friend must be even better." Dorian praised.
"Your friend is also a wine-making prodigy. It's not easy for someone of the same age as you to be able to brew wine with a year-old flavor." Han Zimo thought of the wine he tasted last night and praised it.
After the business exchanged blows, the two began to concentrate on eating meat. Later, Dolin let go. The iron plate was no longer limited to pork, but ribs and pig trotters were also grilled by him.
"When I have time, I really want to try the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon House you mentioned to see if it is as delicious as you said." Han Zimo said after chewing a piece of ribs clean.
"You are welcome at any time, as long as the country is in the mountains and rivers." Daolin said with a smile.
"Then we have agreed that as long as the country is alive, I will come to find you." Han Zimo said.
At night, two tents stood together not far apart. Tonight, Dolin specially sealed the tent curtains tightly, and he planned to practice for a whole night without sleeping.
In the dead of night, except for Dorian's breathing, he could no longer hear any other sounds. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance. It was so light that if you didn't pay full attention, you wouldn't have heard it at all.
Dolin's closed eyes suddenly opened. He heard the footsteps not coming from the tent next door, but coming from their south.
Dorian's eyes were fixed on the curtain. He resisted the urge to break through the curtain and tried to control his breathing so that it sounded as usual.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a shadow was reflected on the tent. The shadow was very long, and it looked like a man.
As the shadow became more solid, the man had already walked to the tent, and was only about one meter away from the tent curtain.
The shadow's arm was raised and touched the curtain. Dowling could clearly see that a corner of the curtain was pressed in. It seemed that because the curtain was sealed tightly, the shadow could not come in. After trying, the shadow would leave.
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At this moment, Dolin moved, and a thunderous sound resounded through the night sky. Dolin broke open the tent and rushed out. A man in black seemed not to have expected that Dolin would suddenly take action. For a moment, he had to stand on the ground and face
Then it flew out.
The azure blue sword light flashed in Daolin's hand, and a huge knife shadow struck directly. The man clapped his hands and smashed the sword light into pieces. With the help of the sword, he flew backwards far away again. As soon as he stopped, he flew forward.
He clicked the ground a few times, turned around and flew away into the distance.
"Where to go!" A loud shout rang out, a piercing sword sound sounded, and a sword energy directly cut through the tent next door and struck in the direction where the man left.
After the sword energy, Han Zimo, dressed as a scholar, rushed out. With his feet in the void, he kept swinging the long sword in his hand, slashing forward with dazzling sword energy.
That man might be able to block Daolin's attack, but he didn't dare to stand up to Han Zimo's attack. Several palm prints collided with the sword energy, and the dark night was suddenly brightened by the collision of the energy.
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"You have been following Han for many days, what are your intentions?" Han Zimo shouted coldly and rushed towards the man.
Daolin was stunned, and then he realized that the man came for Han Zimo, which was why he stood by his bed and stared at him but did not kill him.
"Old Han, let me help you!" Daolin shouted, and directly used his thunder to catch up.