The fat of the roasted wild boar fell down drop by drop, splashing out tiny light blue flame bones, which were then swallowed up by a large pile of dark yellow flames.
"Stab~"
The tragic sound of fat being broken into pieces in the fire sounded so beautiful to the three people in front of the fire that it was thrilling.
"Stab, stab, stab~"
While Xiaoba was turning the pig on the fire, he stopped looking at the roasted pork and just stared at the fire blankly.
"This thing..."
Every time he stabbed, Xiaoba shivered.
"I'm afraid the fuel for the fire is not my soul... It feels like I'm roasting myself..."
Isn't it?
Every second was like sitting on pins and needles, and hunger was as hot as a fire.
Xiaoba and Baal turned their backs to block Lin's view, trying to tear off the slightly drooping, already cooked meat shreds from the inside of the mountain pig's belly.
Ran goose,
"Click~"
The roasted pork skin, which became increasingly golden and crispy, suddenly sounded the alarm, followed by Boss Lin's thunderous roar.
"%#￥!..."
The two of them were so frightened that their hands shook and they watched helplessly as the piece of meat rolled onto the hot coals.
Xiaoba+Baal:┭┮﹏┭┮
Lin Chou frowned and looked angry,
"In my life, I hate the guy who steals his words in front of the cook. It's so disrespectful to you. It's blasphemy! This is the greatest blasphemy for a cook!!"
The three little helpers were shivering, why the hell did they eat someone else's mouth before they even started eating?
Lin Chou easily twisted off a heavy piece of meat.
"emmmmm, let me taste it first~"
The three of them looked at each other: "..."
It’s not fun to stir-fry chicken! Isn’t the cook amazing?
Lin Chou wiped the oil on her mouth,
"You're young, I'm going to turn up the heat, please turn around more diligently, you hear me!"
The aroma of the sour soup and stew in the big stone pot can no longer suppress even the hot and strong smell of barbecue.
Lin Chou sniffed repeatedly. He had never been so confident and satisfied with his craft as he was today.
The combination of pork keel, tamarillo and taro stems can actually be stewed with potherb mustard and various wild vegetables. Before the catastrophe, people in the Yunnan-Guizhou region favored it and called it "sauerkraut", which is almost indispensable for every meal.
seats.
After waiting and waiting, the wild boar was finally almost roasted. Lin Chou couldn't wait to lift the temporary lid of the stone pot - an oversized banana leaf.
A thick layer of golden chicken fat floats on the surface of the pickled vegetables. The boiling soup breaks through the oil film, revealing a color like coconut milk. A stream of fresh and sharp acidity goes straight from the nostrils to the head, making people scalp.
Tightened saliva and rapid secretion.
Xiaoba said in surprise,
"I wonder if pheasants are so fat these days, can they still fly?"
Baal,
"Are you stupid because of hunger? Pheasants can fly??"
Lin Chou took out a rough stone spoon with pits and scooped out the soup in the pot, scratching his head in embarrassment.
"Uh...actually there is more oil than I expected..."
This was a miscalculation. Lin Chou had actually thrown away part of the oil in the chicken's belly.
I seriously doubt that these two big pheasants weighing more than eight pounds live a life of eating and sleeping and eating salted fish every day. With so much oil, you are a chicken and you don’t have to worry about sub-health??
Lin Chou said,
"That's it, start building!"
At the command, the hungry dogs snatched the food.
The most essence of pickled vegetables is taro. The spongy and loose texture of the taro stems is filled with the sour soup. One bite is like biting on a moist marshmallow. As you chew, the amazing and charming sourness is revealed.
The fragrance intensifies in the mouth.
Well, maybe the saliva and the sour soup blended together in the mouth and were swallowed together.
The acidity of the tamarillos has lost some of its "sharpness" after stewing, but its charming fruity aroma, the rich aroma of wild boar sesame oil, and the fresh aroma of pheasant are intertwined to create a pot of delicious soup that seems to have been wiped out.
The siege crossbow with dozens of tons of buffs instantly defeated all the defense lines composed of taste cells.
Xiaoba's eyes widened after eating, and he breathed hard,
"It's so sour! It's so refreshing..."
It feels like the sour smell of tamarillos has expanded the nasal cavity countless times, so that the whole person feels different, as if the door to a new world has been opened, feeling smoother and fresher.
Lin Chou rummaged around in the soup with a spoon and fished out all four large chicken legs.
"One person and one person don't fight, ha."
The acidity of pickled vegetables not only gives people an extraordinary experience, but also acts on the pheasant.
The originally hard meat of the five-year-old pheasant was stewed until it was tender and falling off the bones in just two hours. The white chicken was trembling, and you could see that it was almost scattered into a "flower" shape behind the half-detached chicken skin.
Chicken strips.
"I go..."
"This chicken drumstick!"
"Simply."
"Suck~"
To eat this meat, you really have to suck it.
As soon as you inhale, a large piece of meat will enter your mouth. It is soft and tender but still retains some toughness - of course, the most important thing is its delicious taste.
The oversized chicken legs actually don't have much "taste". The juice dripping on the surface still feels like it is stewed in clear soup.
The taste of pheasant is relatively strong. When you eat it, you will feel the purest delicious taste of pheasant.
Dry the surface quickly with a splash, and then dip it in a little pickled cabbage soup, chicken fat mixed with roasted peppers and roasted tomatoes.
The spicy and sour taste can make your soul spin out of your body.
It was the first time for Xiaoba and the others to see the true face of the devil's pepper. It was really soft in the mouth and throat, and the whole lips and half of the face were so hot that they felt like they were on fire. Their brains were dizzy.
In a daze, he seemed to see a cartoon image of a giant chili pepper burning with blazing flames. He sneered at them and rolled his eyes wildly, saying: You know nothing about the real power!
Three little ones:
who I am?
Where am I?
What are the boundaries of the universe?
It's sour that it makes people's eyes blurry with tears, it's so spicy that it makes people want to die, and it's sour that it makes people swallow their tongues.
There really is nothing more enjoyable in this world than eating big chunks of meat and eating big chunks of meat~
Two pheasants and a whole pig keel were nothing to eat for four people, but they quickly turned into bones all over the ground.
Especially under the feet of Xiaoba San, not a single bone of the chicken was intact, even the marrow inside had been knocked out and sucked out.
Baal looked at the ground and quietly kicked the pile of chicken bones under his feet into the fire.
Then he naturally opened his mouth to mock his two colleagues,
"Chuxi, look at how you look. How come you haven't eaten for eight hundred years??"
Xiaoba rubbed his greasy hands on Baal's research institute uniform and said nonchalantly,
"If you dare to touch that roasted pig in a moment, believe it or not, I and Lao Zheng will beat the shit out of you."
The insignificant old Zheng chewed the chicken bones.
"right."
Look at the "tacit understanding" between the three of them. I'm afraid this kind of plot has been performed countless times and they have already become proficient in it. (To be continued)