Any rare variety of good salt is often accompanied by a special aroma. It has a low saltiness but has a stronger ability to penetrate food ingredients. Top 23S.
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Rose salt is one of the more classic examples. It has a gorgeous appearance like pink crystal and a mineral fragrance like roses. It is produced among the Taimurraya peaks. The Tibetan area below is where yaks live.
Heaven and earth, so Lin Chou said that the two have the same origin, and he was extremely looking forward to the taste of dried yak.
Since the air-dried yak is dried as a whole, it takes at least a whole winter to complete. During this period, the salt needs to be added twice. If Lin Chou is willing, he can also apply a layer of chili powder to add spiciness, but that will only happen after a few days.
Something happened.
Just coming out of the cold storage below, Lin Chou looked up at the sky.
"I always feel like something is missing..."
Dozens of pitcher plants that had been bulldozed by the Golden Thread Dragon sprouted new shoots again. The large hole in the ground and the underground cold storage were systematically repaired that day, and all kinds of fresh food in the animal pens were scattered all over the floor...
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etc!!
Where is the golden thread dragon??
Only then did Lin Chou realize what he had overlooked. Damn it, the repair function of the system was so powerful. How could there still be traces of the golden thread dragon crawling and crushing on the ground behind the mountain? This was clearly left just now!
How did it escape?
Lin Chou followed the traces left by the golden thread dragon all the way to the back mountain, until he reached the top of the mountain stream and looked down.
"Ouch!"
Lord Gungun stood at the bottom of the mountain stream and roared happily. The water surface that was originally gurgling and rippling with blue waves had completely dried up. Countless fish and shrimps were scattered on the dry river bed, struggling to their death.
The golden thread dragon Lin Chou was looking for was in the upper stream of the stream. It was covered with various thorns, vines, branches and leaves rolled into a cake shape. It used its huge body to almost completely seal the river, acting as a dam.
Gungun used the gravity field to throw the fish and shrimp to the shore, and the fish, shrimp, crab and clam shells on the shore had already piled up into a hill.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The golden-threaded dragon immediately swam away, and the stream flowed downstream again.
Gungun lay sprawled beside the hill, breaking off clam shells and gnawing at crabs. He picked at them for a while, and there was no hint of clumsiness in the huge bear paws.
After eating for a while, Gungun roared and summoned the golden thread dragon. The golden thread dragon spit out a hurricane force from its mouth and swept all the remaining fish and shrimps into its big mouth.
"Oooh, ooh, ooh!"
After scolding Fang Qiu and giving instructions in bear language, the golden thread dragon obeyed and blocked the river again.
"..."
what's the situation?
Lin Chou was confused. Did Gungun release this guy?
But...
"Hey, the host symbiotic link object enjoys some basic permissions."
How should I put it? Boss Lin was very satisfied with such a simple explanation.
Well, mmp.
It is very interesting to watch the Golden Thread Jiao and Gungun work together to fish in the river with a tacit understanding.
Now that the Golden Thread Jiao has confirmed the symbiotic link, judging from the urinary properties of the damn system, it is estimated that this guy is destined to never get ahead in his life.
Lin Chou simply didn't want to pay any attention to it and let them mess around.
I'm just a little scared, usually I'm almost exhausted from cooking a meal for Gungun, but this time there's someone with a bigger appetite, mad, and I can't even let him live.
"Huh?"
Lin Chou turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly felt something was wrong. With such a picky mouth, Gungun would go to such great lengths to block river fishing?
This doesn’t make sense. Mr. Gungun is a gourmet in the animal world, so he has a high vision. There is definitely something fishy!
Lin Chou thought, jumped down the mountain stream, and landed gracefully like a weight.
When he pulled his two legs out of the soil, a pile of fish and shrimp landed not far from Lin Chou, and the strong fishy and earthy smell hit his face.
When Gungun saw Lin Chou, he whimpered first, and then, as if he had done something wrong, he lowered his head and scratched the back of his head with a bear paw.
"cough!"
Lin Chou coughed hard to show the majesty of the head of the family.
As a result, Lord Gungun took Lin Chou by the collar and placed him on the pile of fish.
"Fuck, fuck!"
There was a pile of slippery fish under his feet. Lin Chou lost his balance and sat down on it. More than half of his body was immediately submerged.
"Ouch"
Gungun also realized that he had made a mistake, and cried out aggrievedly.
Lin Chou climbed out of the fish pile, caught a few fish that had sneaked into his pocket and threw them away.
"Hiss."
He sniffed hard twice, "Huh? Is this handsome man insane? Why is there a bit of floral fragrance in the fishy smell..."
Lord Gungun suddenly became energetic, "Ooooooo!"
It pointed at the pile of fish, rummaged through it, and found a... very magical gadget.
Lin Chou took it over and took a look,
"This is... dragon louse? No, sweet-scented osmanthus cicada?"
The scientific name of the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada is the field turtle. Don’t mistake it for the dragon louse. The two brothers just grow in similar environments.
They all rest on the water plants in ponds and streams, waiting for prey. The first pair of legs are sickle-shaped, specially used to catch prey. Its sucking mouthparts are short and powerful, and they suck small fish, shrimps and snails.
It lives on blood and is very ferocious in hunting, and can even kill some small fish and voles.
Before the catastrophe, March and April were the active seasons for Osmanthus cicadas, and the price was very expensive per piece.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cicada in Lin Chou's hand was almost half the size of his palm. It was gray-brown all over and looked like Xiaoqiang who had been flattened by a slipper. Its dark eyes were dancing around and jumping around.
This is a fine male cicada, with a long and slender body. Its two big claws are very powerful. It can't help but struggle to bite Lin Chou's fingers. The strength is so strong that Lin Chou can feel the waves even with the toughness of Lin Chou's body.
Tingling.
Even while rolling among the fish, Lin Chou could still smell the unique spicy scent of the Osmanthus cicada, which was extremely tempting.
Osmanthus cicada can extract Osmanthus cicada essential oil. Just one drop can remove the fishy smell of the whole pot of fish, shrimp and crab and make it fresher.
People who love it flock to this kind of thing, while people who are afraid of it avoid it.
But it is undeniable that osmanthus cicada is indeed a very high-end delicacy.
Lin Chou ignored the dirt and rummaged through the pile of fish. There were actually a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus cicadas mixed in. He could catch a few of them just by looking through them.
Lin Chou waved his hand,
"Catch, keep catching, catch more, and if I catch enough, I'll give you extra food tonight!"
Gungun held the bear's paw in his chest and tilted his big round head.
"Ouch?"
Lin Chou spoke righteously,
"Why are you angry? It's nothing! You hurry up and catch me. I'm going back to make a pot of brine. Osmanthus cicada... I haven't eaten it in more than ten years!"
The last time Lin Chou ate Osmanthus cicada in his memory, it seemed that Uncle Tiger had given him one when he was just becoming sensible.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cicada is only half a finger long, very thin, far less plump and attractive than the ones in front of me, and it doesn't even have enough of its unique fragrance.