After fiddling with it for a long time, there was no result.
The green lotus leaves softened under the heat of the oily rice, and were tightly absorbed by the sticky rice grains. If you apply too much force, the lotus leaves will look like they are about to be torn into strips.
Bai Suren took Leng Han's plate with a smile and made some movements,
"Well, that's it~"
"You silly thing, just peel it off along the tendons."
Seeing Leng Han smile sheepishly, Bai Suren sniffed the aroma of fried rice.
"I've eaten this thing a long time ago. It's been a really long time. I didn't expect Lin Chou to be able to make it."
Leng Han bit into the translucent rice soaked in glistening oil and made a round notch.
"Hmm... hot... Lin Chou can do anything."
"Hey, he is good at everything, okay?"
"Well, I didn't mean that. He really can do anything!"
"..."
Bai Suren unceremoniously took a rice ball from the plate in front of Leng Han and ate it by himself.
Leng Han looked up and saw there were four left on the plate.
so far so good.
Xia Dasha, who endured the threat in Xia Yu's eyes without saying a word for a long time (mainly because Xia Yu was afraid that this idiot brother would delay everyone's business, but everyone actually had no business), finally couldn't hold it back.
"There are only four...it smells so good..."
then,
Leng Han reluctantly gave Xia Dasha...
Leng Han reluctantly gave Qin Erhu a...
Leng Han reluctantly gave Calabash Baby a...
Leng Han reluctantly gave Xia Yu a...
Gone...
Huang Dashan cried!
"Well, he's still a baby, and he wants to eat..."
Sikong laughed at Huang Dashan, then suddenly thought of something,
"Eleven, where are the things I brought?"
A silver-white metal box was immediately handed to Sikong's hand.
Twenty-five centimeters square, with built-in air-conditioning surround effect.
Sikong opened the suitcase, revealing the tiny strips of meat that were neatly placed one by one and looked crystal clear.
"Everything I got from my Chengnan breeding farm is here."
Lin Chou looked at it carefully.
Quite surprised, quite pleasantly surprised, the look in Sikong's eyes changed.
Si Kong is indifferent,
"We have lost a lot of circulation points. The hazel chickens are too timid, especially the young chickens that have just passed a year. They were all killed in the battle. The blood in the meat of the hazel chickens is considered useless if they die. I have people wash away the blood from the chickens.
The meat on the tips of the wings has been removed, and the wings of almost five hundred hazel pheasants are all in this box."
Lin Chou balanced a little,
"I'm still thinking, this is too extravagant. Were you scared to death by that guy Liu Renjun?"
Sikong nodded,
"Well, I gave all the chicken to others. I remember once eating these soup dumplings made of wing tip meat and crab roe in a pretty small restaurant in the east of the city. The taste was quite good, smooth and smooth.
It's tender, fresh and fragrant, not greasy at all, and light and refreshing, just right for the dull and humid time in spring."
The spring in Mingguang is not hot compared to the sauna temperature of 40 degrees or more in summer, but it is just disturbingly humid.
Lin Chou thought about it for a while,
"Well, I heard my father talk about a strange dish. I don't remember which region it was from before the cataclysm, but it sounds pretty good. I can try it."
"What dish?"
Lin Chou said,
"Did you know about Pork Belly Chicken? The bit of meat on the tip of the chicken wings is used as stuffing and wrapped into little thumb-sized wontons, which are cooked with pork belly chicken soup. I guarantee you won't forget it after one bite."
Sikong's eyes lit up,
"Absolutely, how did you come up with all this?"
Lin Chou said,
"Not only that, but also add one-third of the individually wrapped wontons filled with mackerel and pork stuffing and mix them together to cook them together to clear the mouth."
"What's the point?"
Lin Chou said with some dissatisfaction,
"My father's principle is that a chicken is not fat without fish, and a dolphin is not fresh without hooves."
"Later I checked, and the original words were clearly 'a chicken without hooves is not fat, and a dolphin without chicken is not fresh', this old liar!"
"Yeah, but the mackerel and pork stuffing with chicken soup is absolutely delicious."
"Also, when making puffer fish, if you want the puffer fish to be fat and tender, you must simmer it with chicken feet. Where did you get so many chicken feet? Even I can't do it myself. Kill hundreds of chickens for one pot of puffer fish.
, not even guinea fowl.”
"Then..."
Lin Chou would always nag endlessly when it came to things like this, and his words usually didn't match the words he was talking about.
But Sikong doesn't mind, and everyone doesn't mind.
It often means there is something delicious again.
Who else would be happiest than Huang Dashan? He rolled his arms to his sleeves and said eagerly,
"Shall I bring you a Spanish mackerel? Should you choose a big one or a small one?"
As a result, he saw Xia Dasha going back up the mountain without saying a word.
Everyone knows that Lin Chou's underground cold storage has countless ingredients, especially fresh fish, shrimps and crabs from the sea. Nian Jia and Xiao Hong often provide them.
When Huang Dashan saw that his job had been taken away, he was not angry.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Just make a living, lest some people say that his dignified Grandfather is a freeloader like Luan Shan and Ming Guang.
Lin Chou rolled his eyes,
"Are there any pigs in the fence behind the mountain?"
"Yes! Didn't you kill all the pigs last time? When you were away, Nian's family came to buy more. They have all the males and females. How about killing pigs? Let me tell you, your master is also good at killing pigs.
After cutting into half slices, your intestines will be completely empty in less than half an hour!"
"So positive?"
"absolute!"
"So enthusiastic?"
"It's necessary!"
"Then let's go chase the pigs!"
"Wtf! What kind of high-end operation is driving pigs?"
Lin Chou said this to Huang Dashan, and the mountain master was also a stickler, so he had no choice but to go back to the mountain unhappily.
Lin Chou was still giving instructions from behind.
"While I was driving, I fed the pigs the broad beans I had soaked in wine!"
Sikong asked,
"Driving the pigs? Driving the pigs here or what?"
"Just look at it, I don't understand even if I tell you." Lin Chou muttered to herself, "Although it's either a colorful hazel pheasant or an ordinary hazel pheasant, it's still the wing tip meat of the hazel pheasant. A hazel pheasant can only
So few grams, such a precious thing, so extravagant, how can you cook it so casually, respecting the ingredients is a must!"
Sikong is dissatisfied,
"What does this have to do with driving pigs? The sales are so good!"
Lin Chouxiao,
"If the same thing can taste different, it's mostly because of the effort in the pre-processing of the ingredients."
After a while, Xia Dasha came back scratching his head,
"Brother Chou, I went there. The fish in the cold storage are all dead and frozen. They don't taste good at first sight."
Lin Chou thought so too.
Prince Huang Dashan has already gone to herd pigs, and it is necessary for him to find faults. How can he still use frozen fish balls at this time?
"Sikong~"
Sikong waved his hand,
"On the 11th, send a radio to our people. Bayu, from big to small, a complete set. I want the fish to be able to jump when I deliver it here!"