Facts have proven that black wolffish is particularly suitable for making soup stock.
Use a small brush to gently scrub away the salt and dust on the surface. Place it on the charcoal stove to roast it until it gets caramelized, then put it into the pot. It only takes a while for the water to boil, and the clear soup base will turn into a light milky white color.
, and getting thicker and thicker.
This was the first time for Lieutenant General Leng Han to observe a pot of soup so carefully. This was no less than a novel experience like participating in a chemical experiment.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Lin Chou used a spoon to hook the bottom of the soup pot to prevent the dried salted fish from getting burnt.
"If you don't add onions, ginger and cooking wine, it will be fishy." Leng Han appropriately said that he did not know anything about conventional building units such as kitchens.
Lin Chou said, "If you want the soup to be more moist, you have to simmer it slowly over low heat, step by step, and don't be impatient."
Lin Chou used a fine colander to filter out the scum and impurities in the soup and the foam on the surface of the soup.
"If you put it in now, it will suffocate the flavor. It will be appropriate to season it after we finish beating the foam and purify the color of the soup."
Leng Han suddenly became excited,
"What should I put in? This one, this white pepper smells good, this chili pepper looks good, um, how many hams should I put in??"
Lin Chou stared at the three or four large hams in Leng Han's hand, each weighing an average of over 15 kilograms, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.
"It's not urgent," Lin Chou stopped Leng Han, who was about to throw the ham directly into the pot, "Why don't you come with me to pick some fresh nepeta, it's very interesting."
Under Lin Moumou's careful care, this pot of salted fish finally escaped Leng Han's ruthless hands and successfully survived. The thick white soup reveals the unique saltiness of cured meat, and the plumpness of the old hen base soup continues.
Hovering over the hilltop, nourishing everyone's sense of smell.
Huang Dashan held a mouthful of beef jerky in his mouth and silently shed tears of regret. The cold wind blew back and forth through the eight windows of the Pangolin, trying to take away the last trace of moisture from the dry beef jerky.
"Damn it... I should have known I... damn..."
Three or five evolutionaries walked shoulder to shoulder into the tavern, but Huang Dashan dragged the three of them down.
"???"
The few junior evolvers were unable to resist the tyranny of Huang Dashan, the number one under the starry sky. They could only get up and apologize carefully, not knowing where they had offended this man.
"What do you want to do!"
Several evolvers reluctantly and respectfully returned the child to Master Shan.
"Eat, eat. Boss Lin is making soup. It smells so good~"
Huang Dashan had a sneer on his lips,
"You guys haven't seen those stupid birds that were blasted out just now? Leng Tyrannosaurus and Lin Zi are living in a world of two making soup for you and me. Are you sure you want to go in?"
Several evolvers were shocked and bowed, with tears of gratitude on their faces.
"Thank you Shanye for saving your life~"
"Um!"
They stopped eating and drinking soup. These evolvers also stopped another group of people and let the news out.
After a while, half of the people in the mountain knew about this. After suppressing their little wailing, these guys started picking their feet and fighting. A few cars drove out of Yanhui Mountain, and arrived at
I went to try my luck in the wilderness.
In addition to improving their own strength, some evolvers habitually live a life of drinking now and getting drunk the next, especially those dogs who have no parents and no children. If it weren't for Yan Huishan's food, they would
I don't know when I will be able to quit the days of being drunk in Hualiu Alley and hanging around in Yanhui Mountain with nothing to do until I am willing to go for a walk in the wilderness. This can be regarded as a change of evil.
"Ha~" Huang Dashan looked disdainfully at the second-rate people who numbered more than half, "We still have to increase taxes. Mingguang is still too kind to this group of bastards."
According to Huang Dashan, Mingguang has been extremely kind to this group of guys who are no more powerful than a bottle and are dissatisfied with half a bottle. If they want to give him the power to have a say, he will at least triple the taxes on these girls, let alone holidays.
All year round, I go to the wilderness to forage and dig wild vegetable roots!
"At first glance, it seems that I have never been beaten by society!"
"Who are you talking about?" Wen Chongjiu threw a jar of half a catty of Qingquan Shan from the car window into Huang Dashan's arms, "You're a salted fish, how do you think so?"
Huang Dashan quickly took a look at the wine jar.
"Hey, Ten Years Chen, then let's thank Mr. Wen~"
Wen Chongjiu raised his eyebrows, his face was like a crown of jade and a jade tree was blowing in the wind towards Huang Dashan's face.
"No thanks, has Fatty Wei been here these days?"
"It's a long time ago," Huang Dashan said, "I heard that Fatty has been troubled by the garrison recently. The garrison insists that Fatty should tie the big winged tiger directly back to Mingguang. Mr. Ye's
It is said that the prodigal son almost got into a fight with the fat man."
"Bah!" Disdain was clearly written on Wen Chongjiu's face, "Old General Ye has been a hero all his life, how could he create such a mess that no one can hold up the wall?"
"Oh, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. Mr. Ye is such an old man, but he is just such a baby. He has been pampered by all the eldest girls and aunties in the Ye family since he was a child. This is not bad."
"I think it's still not enough." Wen Chongjiu concluded.
"Yes, I need to be beaten. I can't beat him twice in one meal. If he can't be beaten to death, he can be saved and he can be beaten again. Children who have been beaten by society are good children."
Wen Chongjiu thought for a while,
"That guy is in his thirties, right?"
"Where, I am 42 this year, tsk~"
The two chatted for a while, drank a lot of wine, and then walked towards the wooden house on the top of the mountain. They stood at the door looking at Shenghui, causing the female wolves all over the mountain to howl.
Huang Dashan glanced at it warmly,
"The sky has no eyes... Isn't he just a little bit more handsome than me..."
You see, even the most shameless Huang Dashan recognizes Mr. Wen Chongjiu Wen’s handsomeness.
"Hey, wait a minute, let's talk about whether the fifth-level boss can withstand that bottle of medicine..."
Huang Dashan thought about it and felt that the drug resistance accumulated by Wen Zhongjiu, who drank thirty kilograms of high-alcohol liquor every day, was not a big problem.
"Dangligelang, Dangligelang~"
Huang Dashan was lying on his back, with one foot sticking out of the window, holding a child between his thumbs, singing and shaking.
Just as he was shaking happily, he saw a green wind blowing towards Wen Zhongjiu.
Wei Qingyu looked around,
"My dad didn't follow you, did he?"
Wen Zhongjiu’s smile is as elegant and bright as a bright moon,
"I've made inquiries, but your dad hasn't been here for a while."
Wei Qingyu patted his chest,
"That's fine, that's fine. It's all you. If you have to come out, my dad will really hack you to death if he finds out."
"He can't catch up with me, don't worry."
"Hmm~"
Huang Dashan stared blankly at Miss Wei Qingyu's caressing appearance. He was speechless, but an instinctive feeling of something bad came to his heart.
Wei Qingyu whispered,
"I only have three hours at most. If I don't go home, my father will find me."
Wen Zhongjiu smiled, put his arms around Wei Qingyu's shoulders,
"Then let's go in quickly. This guy Lin Chou must have secretly made something delicious. It's delicious!"