Recently, Mr. Shan and some other people have been tortured by the Scientific Research Institute of the Development Committee. As soon as they left the Research Institute, they were called by the Development Committee for a heart-to-heart talk. Summit 23S.
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In Shan Ye's words, if the money hadn't been provided, this guy would have given up his game and exploded.
I haven't been to the restaurant for a few days. Why can't I recognize this change?
Mr. Shan glared at him and greeted each one one by one. Even the titles were the same.
"grown ups..."
"grown ups..."
"grown ups..."
"That hairy face, you are very senior!"
Huang Dashan's heels softened,
"Not big or not, compared to you adults, I am just a scumbag, a scumbag..."
Wen Chongjiu was still showing loyalty and quietly changed the subject.
"Well, what are you holding in your hand to give to Xiao Lin?"
Huang Dashan grinned, "Mr. Wen, see if you recognize it. This is a good thing, hehehehe."
Wen Chongjiu and Lin Chou took the small cloth bag and took a look. Inside were some long gray plant seeds. Some were broken, while others seemed to be intact. The rich aroma irritated their nostrils.
"Cumin, is this cumin?"
"The Research Institute...stolen it??"
Huang Dashan smiled stupidly and nodded, looking very proud.
"Some seeds are still intact. Brother Lin, you can try them all, hehe..."
Lin Chou was still very surprised. Even after the catastrophe, mutated maidenhair vine replaced cumin, but after all, it was just a substitute, the taste was only similar, and its effect was very limited.
Sister Xingxing smelled it, and there was a disgusted expression on Mao's face.
"Ah bang, ah bang...what the hell is this? This is what my grandma's ashes look like."
"..."
Lin Chou waved his hand,
"This is a good thing, a very powerful good thing... let's make skewers today!"
Carefully picking out each intact cumin seed and putting it away, Lin Chou began to prepare various vegetables and meat for barbecue.
Barbecue, as the most primitive way of cooking food for mankind, has become a culture in itself.
From the barbecue stalls in Mingguang City to the hunters' lunch in the wilderness, this food processing method accompanied by the smell of fireworks is known to everyone.
Birds, beasts, seafood, fruits and vegetables, as long as they can be put on the grill, there is nothing that cannot be grilled.
But meat is always the absolute protagonist of barbecue.
The tender rib beef should be large and square, two pieces in a skewer, and skewered with skewers cut from dry cypress branches.
For lamb, choose lamb rump and tenderloin. The meat is tender and juicy. It is skewered with lamb belly fat at intervals. Sprinkle with cumin seeds and chopped dried shallots and marinate briefly.
The best part of pork is the pork neck. Every fiber of the good pork neck is a perfect combination of fat and muscle. It is rich in fat and has an extremely tender texture. Of course, it must be paired with garlic and all the halves are skewered together.
Garlic meat.
Whole lamb legs and lamb chops, fresh sea fish, frogs, oysters, squid, ribs, chicken wings, tendons, brains, potatoes, eggplants and peppers, there are dozens of varieties prepared.
Of course, it must be paired with the essential barbecue sauce mixed with five-spice powder and various seasonings to make it perfect.
Here, five-spice usually refers to the five more commonly used basic spices such as fennel, pepper, aniseed, cinnamon, and cloves.
Four grills were lined up in a row, the red charcoal fire was lit and the grilling started.
A group of people are all fifth-level masters, and they have no scruples about the materials they use. From ordinary fruits and vegetables to fourth-level exotic beasts, everything can be served.
In the willow pavilion and on the grass, there were groups of people sitting or standing waiting for the meal. Some people were carrying cold beer or a jar of colorful snake wine and playing billiards, creating a harmonious scene.
As wisps of white smoke mixed with the pungent smell of roasting spices, especially cumin, began to float away, people in the entire yard turned around frequently.
"Hiss, this smell..."
"Why doesn't it taste the same as the barbecue we had in the wilderness?"
"I have eaten barbecue all my life, but this taste is a bit strange to me!"
Shanye worked bitterly as a waiter, delivering all kinds of freshly baked skewers to various places, while Bonzai was still hard at work selling her discounted drinks.
Wen Zhong was peeling peanut shells with wine, taking a sip of wine with a peanut. He looked elegant and frowned when he saw a large iron plate of meat skewers sizzling with oil and smoking.
Obviously this kind of thing doesn't fit well with Mr. Wen's graceful and jade-like painting style.
"Eat eat eat!"
Uncle Zhao put a stick into Wen Chongjiu's hand, "Old Wen, why don't you do it? Can't you just wait for brother to feed you?"
Wen Zhongjiu smiled bitterly, picked up a bunch of white strips of ribs that looked the most upright, and took a bite.
"Hmm? This smell..."
Uncle Zhao glanced sideways, "Hey, I know you old boy never eats this kind of thing. Tsk, how does it taste?"
Wen Chongjiu tasted it carefully, "It's very rough, very special. The taste of cumin... is very strange, very similar to the taste of maidenhair, but more prominent and rich."
In fact, it was quite beyond Wen Zhongjiu’s expectations.
Uncle Zhao looked bored and clicked his tongue.
"There are so many twists and turns to get something to eat. Old boy, I heard that your rice paper for practicing calligraphy is piled up in two rooms?"
Wen Chongjiu smiled lightly,
"It's just a hobby."
Second Uncle Zhao was annoyed and slapped Wen Zhongjiu on the shoulder, leaving a big, greasy handprint.
"Damn it, you've been this fucking nerd since you were a kid. Do you still remember how many times your father whipped you for this?"
Wen Zhong's face turned black after drinking,
"Ahem, don't bring up the past decades again."
How could Second Uncle Zhao make him do what he wanted, "Well, the tempers of my old man, your old man, and the Leng family's are really the same. Hahaha, even the way he beat his son is exactly the same.
."
Wen Chongjiu smiled bitterly, "You forgot, there is that guy from the Qin family."
Uncle Zhao frowned and said, "That boy is too gloomy and might as well be a nerd like you."
Wen Zhongjiu took a sip of wine and said, "What does it mean to be too gloomy? It's just because the four of us stole a pair of armor from Aunt Yue and let you hold the vat in the end, you have a grudge against Lao Qin."
"You're talking nonsense!" Uncle Zhao seemed to have been greatly insulted. "What kind of person am I? Are you kidding me? I'm a prime minister. I can support a boat. I..."
"Okay, what are you going to do about that girl from the Qin family when it comes to Lao Qin?"
Uncle Zhao scratched his head,
"Don't talk about the girl from the Qin family, it's the girl from my family... girl, I don't know how to explain it, but Count Leng's little brat is quite neat, so I hooked up with one first."
Wen Zhongjiu glanced at Lin Chou who was busy behind the grill.
“Good choice.”
Uncle Zhao bared his teeth and said, "It's really good."
"Do you think they are bored to death?"
Wen Zhongjiu took a sip of beer and sprayed Uncle Zhao's face all over, "Get out!"
Uncle Zhao didn't care and wiped his face.
"Well, that means you haven't yet? Tsk, tsk, that's what you're talking about about my girl, hehe!"
"How do I know, you're crazy..."
.......
Lin Chou was very satisfied with this scene. This was life, well, postmodern life in the last days.
When one person plays skewers, they play with their mood. When two people play skewers, they play with tacit understanding. When a group of people play skewers, they play with the world.
Making skewers is a broad and profound art. Between the beer and barbecue there is always a plate of peanuts, edamame and cucumbers.
Picking up a string of skewers, chatting, and drinking from a bottle of beer.
As the saying goes, when spring flowers and autumn moon come, the past is all about barbecue.
It doesn't matter if there are no edamame or cucumbers, but...
"I always feel like something is missing." Lin Chou said.
It looked like the potted plants had a good harvest today, and he smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his face. Hearing this, he walked around the busty sister who was helping Lin Chou, and said slyly,
"Brother Chou, without music, how can we not have two subwoofers to stand up and receive praise when playing string strings?"
"Subwoofer, what kind of weapon is it? It sounds dangerous."
The potted plant smiled,
"Brother Chou, just look at it."
Potted rummaged through the treasure bag that he never left, and took out four square speakers the size of human heads, which he placed in four directions around the crowd.
She narrowed her eyes, coughed twice, and solemnly announced to everyone,
"Ahem, you are blessed. This is a real artistic treasure before the catastrophe. It is one of the best songs. Of course, it is also my aunt's favorite singer. Hehe, it's free. You won't be charged.
The money is great! It’s cheaper for you!”
Everyone was speechless.
"Dang-dang-dang, let's begin!"
A crisp rhythm flowed from the speakers like the tinkling of spring water, and then a lazy and soft female voice sang,
"remembering me
discover and see
all over the world
she's known girl..."
The lively scene seemed to have pressed the stop button,
"What kind of bird song is this?"
"I listened with my ears open for a long time, but I didn't understand a word."
"Well, this is... a foreign language written before the catastrophe, right?"
Although no one can understand it, the rhythm and elasticity of the violent breakbeats in the music are so strong that people can't help but have the urge to continue listening.
"goda girl
wherever you are
do you believe you recieve it?
goda girl
whatever you say
do you believe you recieve it?"
When the song came to an end, someone finally couldn't help but say,
"The songs before the catastrophe are nice, but...you can't understand what the birds are singing. In a word, they are far worse than Bai's Peony Pavilion."
"But it feels very stylish."
"Hey, if others don't understand this thing and you understand it, then that's called force... If others don't understand it and you don't understand it, then what's the point?"
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!!"
"snort!"
The potted plant raised its head with disdain on its face,
"A good song needs to go through the baptism of life and death. Although the past person is no longer there, the familiar melody will always be frozen in time and space with an artistic life style that has no beginning and no end. This song can make you understand,
What is the meaning of life!"
Isn’t the meaning of life yes? Everyone already knows this.
The potted plant felt despised and became anxious.
"This is the Divine Comedy! Do you understand the Divine Comedy?"
"Well...."
"I don't quite understand."
"Little girl's movie, let's play some of Bai's excerpts and listen to them. You can also recite Bai!"
This person's proposal resulted in a lot of empty wine bottles and shoe soles. Here we are drinking beer and smoking skewers in full swing. Are you telling us to let the door open to Du Liniang in the Peony Pavilion?
That scene was so harmonious and weird that just thinking about it made people sweat all over.
Are you worried?
You are insulting barbecue... No, you are insulting everyone!
At this time Wen Chongjiu spoke, his tone full of humility,
"Well, I personally have a little knowledge of English. The translation of this poem should be 'God is a daughter, no matter where you are, can you believe and accept it?' Right? Ahem, show your shame.
Well... I have limited abilities, so this translation may be very different from the actual meaning."
The round of applause came from the bewildered crowd's admiration for those who have learned a lot.
However, the potted plants are very proud,
"It's very different from the actual meaning? Not only is it very different, it's simply a world of difference. I'm telling you, how can you, a small human being, understand the deeper meaning contained in this song? This song
In it, there is praise for love, yearning for all the good things in the world, praise for life, and..."
Uncle Zhao grinned and said, "Green girl, what you said is so evil. Please tell me first, what is the name of this song?"
Bonzai looked very angry at the title "Green Girl" and rolled her cute little eyes.
"Listen carefully, this song is called..."
"Heaven is unfair!"
"puff."
Wen Zhongjiu sprayed another sip of beer on Uncle Zhao's face, pointed at the potted plant with trembling fingers, and twisted his mouth.
“goda girl, God is unfair??”
It's true that it's not male, but it's fucking...
Uncle Zhao wiped his face and squinted at Wen Zhong's wine, his anger rising slowly.
"Heaven is unfair. When has grandma ever been fair?"
“The roasted leg of lamb is here~~”
Lin Chou personally carried a huge plate with golden rock lamb legs piled in a pyramid shape.
Uncle Zhao's attention was suddenly attracted, and he threw his arms away to greet him, "Haha, leg of lamb, your uncle is here!"
Lin Chou was still walking forward tremblingly, but she didn't know that Uncle Zhao had already rushed up.
"Bang!"
Uncle Zhao was like a kite with broken wings, rolling over three times in a row and hitting the ground with a splat.
"...."
Lin Chou placed the baking pan on the ground, taking it for granted that everyone's attention had been attracted to his Lin's roasted leg of lamb.
proudly said,
"Did you see it? The skin is golden and crispy, and the inside is rich in fat and juicy. This is a top-quality fourth-grade rock lamb leg..."
Sister Xingxing took a piece of roasted lamb leg and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it.
"Xiao Lin, did you feel that you hit something?"
"???"
Sister Xingxing sighed with pity in her eyes,
"Xiaoer, let me see if my butt is swollen."
Uncle Zhao got up from the ground. He was going crazy. The soil on his forehead mixed with the wet wine had turned into mud, flowing unbridled.