The two of them shared another bowl of soup, and of course the last bowl went directly into Mr. Gungun’s stomach. Top 23S.
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Hua Gungun was obviously absolutely satisfied with the taste of the Feilong soup. He danced a self-composed dance excitedly, twisting around, but his dark eyes had already focused on the Feilong that landed on the bottom of the stone pot.
Lin Chou was actually very reluctant to part with it. The flavor of the flying dragon meat was not reduced after being cooked in soup, so eating it like this was an unforgivable and heinous waste.
Like this method of rolling and hanging Feilong soup, the hazel chicken itself is still intact. As long as it is stewed and smoked with fried tea leaves, it can become a precious and delicious dish. It is a delicacy that even Emperor Qianlong praised.
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Lin Chou sighed. Out of sight, out of mind, there was no tea in his hand.
Let Gungun destroy this thing.
He drank the soup one mouthful after another, quietly waiting for the rabbit to be roasted. The more he drank, the louder the protest in his stomach became as loud as a drum.
"Well?"
Lin Chou frowned slightly and looked at the soup bowl in his hand.
"The taste of this soup..."
Leng Han's bare hands shook imperceptibly,
"What, what's wrong?"
Lin Chou said nothing, as a qualified cook, a man who wants to be the God of Cooking in the apocalypse, and a primate being trained by the damn system all day long.
The full range of color, fragrance and flavor is its true connotation.
(Ugh, why does this adjective look so weird?)
Taste recognition is the key to becoming a good chef. Even if you can't smell a drop of blood in the sea like a shark in the sea from dozens of kilometers away, you still need to be able to detect the slightest changes in the dishes.
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What are the raw materials for this dish? What seasonings are used? How much is used? Is it cooked in oil or water first?
You can taste all of these based on taste.
The strengthened physical fitness brought him not just strength, but a comprehensive improvement, which naturally also included the level of perception and so on.
Lin Chou wondered,
"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I actually tasted a little bit of it from this soup... It's hard to describe, like the fragrance of flowers, or a faint scent of powder."
Leng Han felt as if an iceberg was stuffed in his chest, but what was flowing in his veins was boiling magma. His whole body was instantly caught in this endless cycle of melting icebergs, cooling of magma, boiling steam and intense heat.
It seemed like it was going to explode her whole body.
"I, I'll leave..."
Lin Chou didn't pay attention at all, Ren was still immersed in his own thoughts.
"Why, why does it have this kind of taste, and it's so strangely harmonious... Can I use it to make a more outstanding Feilong soup?"
"Could it be that this hazel pheasant has been thirsty for morning dew and hungry for flowers since it was born? No, no, this is not realistic..."
Lin Chou frowned, and a more realistic reason flashed in his mind.
"The Master once said that there is poetry and calligraphy in one's belly, and one's appearance can change according to one's heart. Could it be that this is the ultimate delicacy that can only be made by the spirit of this handsome chef?"
"A good dish is like a furnace of the best elixir. It cannot be obtained without the right time, place, and people... I will search high and low for it."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, wow, wow!"
"..."
Mr. Gungun finished enjoying the whole flying dragon, licking the bear's paws, his eyes were very subtle, and he silently cared for the mentally retarded children.
Well, at least this is the cook who belongs to Lord Hua Gungun. Although he is not very reliable or crazy, I must ensure his safety.
So Master Gungun slapped him over, ending Lin Chou's lust like a storm.
Lin Chou was dazed on the ground for a while. With his current physical condition, he could basically ignore such small fights.
"Ah, the rabbit is roasted!"
Leng Han came back with a cold face, Lin Chou thought to herself, women, there are always some inexplicable things that need to disappear for a while.
Well, business matters are more important.
Even though the rabbit has shrunk a bit after being cooked, it is still more than three and a half meters long, and its surface is golden and soaked in fat, giving it a mouth-watering glistening appearance.
Gungun enjoyed one by himself, while Lin Chou and Lenghan dealt with the other.
The importance of preserving the rabbit skin is explained in a very perfect manner. The rich fat is roasted from under the skin, and the thick rabbit skin becomes crispy, tough and thin. When you tear off a piece of rabbit meat, it is completely tender red and full of desire.
The dripping gravy.
The animal smell of rabbit meat is very light. In comparison, its meat is more similar to birds, without any fishy smell.
Strictly speaking, rabbit meat without blood is very white, but there are other reasons why it appears pink.
This light red color comes from the abundant myoglobin, which not only represents the health of the meat, but also the deliciousness and the right heat.
It's just that these two rabbits are too huge and have too much myoglobin.
At least Lin Chou has never seen such a big rabbit. If this thing grows for a few hundred years, it will be able to land on the moon by itself, right?
The rabbit meat is very tender, light yet juicy, and it doesn't feel dry even without soup, unlike ordinary barbecued meat.
The two of them had also been hungry for three days. Originally, Gungun was still staring at the two of them eagerly, hoping that some fish would slip through the net.
However, things are not as expected.
Gungun suddenly felt no love for those bones, they looked very good.
A hearty meal, perfect.
The two of them fell down on the grass and groaned, holding their bellies. Lin Chou and Leng Han were holding on.
As for Gungun, he was obviously hungry.
Leng Han got up and walked to the edge of the pool to wash his hands. As he washed, the movements of his hands stopped.
"Lin Chou, look... is that stone moving?"
Lin Chou was stunned for a moment, and saw that the shovel was in his hand.
The direction Leng Han was pointing was a large gray stone in the middle of the pool. Most of it was soaked by the pool water. The part exposed above the water was like a small island, more than ten meters in diameter, and covered with moss.
The reason why Leng Han said it was moving was because the water pool was centered on that stone, creating circles of water ripples.
"It seems like it's really moving!"
Lin Chou couldn't help but tighten the shovel in his hand. Leng Han was a fourth-level awakener, and he had the eye of true seeing, but he never saw that this was a living creature?
So how powerful is this thing?
Lin Chou picked up a rabbit's thigh bone and threw it into the pool with a "whoosh" sound.
"Clang."
There was a crisp sound, and there was no more sound. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a black shadow like a python suddenly appeared under the water. Then, a triangular head broke out of the water, bit the bone on the gray stone, chewed it twice, and swallowed it into the belly.
"Fuck!"
Lin Chou couldn't help shouting,
"What a big bastard!"
Leng Han's eyes were dark, and Lin Chou was a little embarrassed.
"Ahem, I mean, what a big turtle, what a big turtle..."