Chapter three hundred and forty-eight finally waiting for you
Lin Chou has always felt that abnormal organisms like Huang Dashan, whose brain cells are all in the shape of an axe, are lucky to get a wife. If they don't get a wife, they will just use their strength to rob civilian girls, which is unscrupulous.
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However, Mr. Shan casually went to a broken mountain thousands of kilometers away, and happened to capture a graceful and moving woman with a charming smile, full of ripe fruits and flowing with honey, as a prisoner. One day, fierce
He beat her eight times, and this woman happened to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome, and what was even more coincidental was that she became his crazy fan.
This, this damn thing can’t be justified.
If everything could happen by chance like this, what else would there be in the stories before the catastrophe, like upgrading, fighting monsters and picking up treasures, or the halo and luck of the protagonist at the cave academy auction, but they couldn’t compare to Shan Ye’s bald head that shines like a ghost.
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Could it be that, besides becoming stronger if you are bald, you can also be a matchmaker?
Lin Chou couldn't help but touch his broken hair. If necessary, could I...
Ahem, the image of a bald Lin, who is unruly and suffers from his parents, is simply unreasonable!
Lin Chou shook his head vigorously to get rid of some messy thoughts and prepared to do something important.
...
The mountain musk deer has been hanging upside down under the silver fir tree for more than a month. It has completed its initial maturation and is ready for use.
The current appearance of the mountain musk deer looks a bit "skinny". The fur is close to the bones and muscles can be seen coiled under the skin. Most of the water in its muscles has been forced out, along with some of the fat and oil.
All body fluids are evaporated.
Lin Chou twirled its fur with his hand, put it to his nose and sniffed it. The peculiar smell of land game on the mountain musk deer was already very light, and there were strands of subtle musky smell lingering in it.
"It's just time, let's get down to business!"
If he had to deal with the mountain musk deer at that time, Lin Chou might have spent a lot of time.
As for now, the extremely heavy mountain musk deer is no more important in his hand than a stuffed toy.
The size of the mountain musk deer does not match its weight. Except for the exaggerated musk deer horns, which are more than three meters long and have jagged canine teeth, its body length is not even two meters, but its weight is staggering enough. Lin Chou estimated that it must be at least two meters long.
About ten tons.
Its two striking corners are very beautiful, like a work of art that has been polished for tens of thousands of years. The color is like black jade, the surface is crystal clear and moist, but it feels like a soft fur texture.
There are many experts in the base city who like to remove the heads and necks of the trophies and make them into specimens by craftsmen to hang on the walls of their homes, which can not only show their strength but also retain their artistic flavor.
After struggling for a long time, Lin Chou decided to simply cut off the two horns and put them aside.
Otherwise, the horns of this mountain musk deer are extremely majestic, but its head looks so vulgar, like a weasel that failed to undergo plastic surgery and spent three years honeymooning in the Sahara.
Lin Chou thought it was enough to just leave the horn hanging in the tavern. As for the head, let it go to hell!
His sense of aesthetics was not distorted enough to appreciate that weird musk face.
The fur was peeled off along the opening left by the forelimbs of the mountain musk deer, and the four hooves and head were discarded. Lin Chou moved quickly.
Under the sharp cold iron knife, as long as the mountain musk deer does not deviate from the definition of "food", no matter how powerful it is, it is meaningless. Putting away the peeled deer skin, the mountain musk deer became Lin Chou's more familiar and familiar
Like the look.
Its fleshy surface is covered with layers of paper-like dark yellow oil, which is very tough and light. You can tear it off completely with just a tear. This is the subcutaneous fat layer of the mountain musk deer, but it has matured and dried.
After all these "oil papers" were removed and put away, the true colors of mountain musk deer meat were revealed to Lin Chou.
"Well..."
Lin Chou was stunned. The muscles of the mountain musk deer were actually a light golden color instead of the common red meat.
The light golden meat surface has a bright color soaked in oil, is delicate and smooth, and has the visual enjoyment that can only be brought by the most perfect ham. Just one look at it will make you salivate subconsciously.
"Good guy, you are indeed a bit different."
The meat texture of the mountain musk deer is very clear, with no trace of moisture visible, and it exudes a thick fragrance.
This aroma is that of musk. The few musk crystals Lin Chou stuffed into the mountain musk deer have been completely absorbed by the meat.
The aroma of musk is very special and is closely related to the geographical location and recipes where it lives. It is more like a very complex combination of multiple aromas, and there will be mutually conflicting qualities.
There are many descriptions of the smell of musk, such as sweetness, powdery smell, milky smell, leather smell, spicy smell, woody smell, etc. There may be hundreds of combinations of smells that can appear only when mixed with its unique animal smell.
Such a different taste.
From this point of view, musk can be called the truffle of the animal kingdom. The smells of musk and truffles work in a surprisingly consistent way.
If Lin Chou was asked to describe musk, Lin Chou would define it as a spiritual, warm animal quality, and it is also a natural fixative that can provide a perfect base for all flavors.
For dishes, as long as it is used properly, it can become a priceless treasure.
After perfectly separating the meat and bones, Lin Chou got a complete skeleton of the mountain musk deer and a large basin full of pale golden musk deer meat.
The skeleton might be used to make soup. Lin Chou carefully put it away, and the next step was to process the musk deer meat.
The flesh of the mountain musk deer is as tough as metal, but in the hands of Lin Chou, it cannot be stubborn at all.
Incomparably terrifying power was skillfully transferred and combined in his hands. With a twist and a rub, the completely dry and dehydrated musk meat turned into filaments comparable to hair, less than half a centimeter long. The muscle fibers on the filaments were broken and formed.
The numerous stubbles are still clearly visible.
After twisting it in his hands and feeling the hardness, Lin Chou was very satisfied. After several processes, these musk meat filaments can be eaten by normal people with confidence.
"Damn it, Xiao Linzi, what are you doing? Have you changed your profession to blacksmithing?"
Sikong poked his head through the kitchen door and came in, obviously he had just arrived.
The sound made when the musk meat is rubbed in the hands is quite harsh, like metal drawing, like tearing an iron sheet with bare hands.
In short, it is absolutely disastrous torture for the ears.
Lin sighed sadly,
"It'll be done soon."
Sikong didn't care about this, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and he didn't carry anything weird in his hand.
The most important thing is that his big duck didn't come with him.
"Is there anything delicious? Hey, Xiaolin, why don't you hurry up and wait carefully!"
"Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll reward Xiaolin with a piece of cake for hitting you, hahaha..."
Lin Chou sneered and threw the guy out of the pot.