Chapter 194： Taipingyan (middle) (2/2)
The breeze blew, and two wooden sticks rolled around on the thin skin of a cicada-wing swallow.
”Fuck... trough...”
Even Shan Ye was stunned.
”Is this impossible?”
”This this...”
The two took off the wooden stick, and the skin of the swallows waved with the wind, as light as water waves, and the clouds were soothing, while the sunken part slowly retracted and remained flat.
Qin Wuyong smiled bitterly and pointed at the camera and said,
”You see, Brother Wuyou has nothing to say. I really took it this time. It's ten catties... and Yanpi is two meters in diameter, which is thinner than paper...”
Lin Chou cuts the meat swallow skin into four-inch squares, puts it in the filling, squeezes it tightly in the middle, makes the edges naturally bend, and seals it with egg liquid.
”The meat yan I want to make is stuffed with green prawns, plaice, water chestnuts, wild vegetables, and egg liquid. The middle is pinched and the edges are bent. Because it is shaped like a periwinkle, the ancients before the cataclysm called it Xiao Changchun. There is no meat, it is fine but not greasy, the skin is thin and transparent, and it has both meat and vegetable flavors.”
Lin Chou used the remaining pork leg bones and Sancai Snake Wine to cook a pot of bone soup, picked it up and placed it in a soup bowl, sprinkled with some chopped green vegetables and a little green salt.
Place the prepared meat yan in a cage and steam it over high heat for 5 minutes, then put it in a boiling water pot, boil it over high heat, and remove it into the prepared bone broth bowl.
Pushing it in front of Shen Daru, ”Taste it.”
Shen Daru licked his dry lips, ”Can you?”
”please!”
At first glance, the boiled Taiping Yan looks like a skin with emerald green vegetable fillings. The skin of the bird is soft and shiny, white, smooth, fine and transparent. It exudes a scent of fleshy meat, and it turns into one place with the milky white bone broth, just like it is. The emerald green pearl rises and falls in it, and the broth is sprinkled with chopped green vegetables, which fits inside and out, and is beautiful.
Shen Daru's hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly, his eyes were red, and he scooped out a Taiping Yan or Xiao Changchun, and half a spoonful of soup, and swallowed it in his mouth.
”Well....”
He let out a baby-like groan, and two lines of tears came down the corners of his eyes.
Shen Daru closed his eyes, held the bowl in both hands, shook his body a few times, and did not fall under Qin Wuyong's support.
”Woo...oooo...grandmother...”
He knelt to the ground with a puff, dust covered his face and the soup bowl with food.
Let out a heart-piercing cry,
”Grandma...”
This is a very ridiculous scene. A well-dressed middle-aged man fell to the ground and wept bitterly. Dust and tears turned into dirty mud on his face.
However, there were at least hundreds of onlookers, and the surrounding silence seemed to be dead, with only the whistling wind. No one spoke or made a mockery. Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion and faint sadness.
Xia Yu wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled, ”Old sir, eat quickly, it will cool off.”
Shen Daru suddenly started, ”Yes...my wonton, my wonton...”
He is holding the soup bowl, and he will feel ashamed to eat the mountain master, like a ghost.
Qin Wuyong yelled for a while, ”Gray...the bowl is dirty...”, without saying anything afterwards, it stuck in his throat.
Presumably, he could no longer hear other voices.