Chapter 1001： The uncompleted version of Bazhen Fried Rice (Part 1)-Thanks for the rewards from Girlfriend Xiaolu! (2/2)

Whenever the top rice grains start to jump and fall, add another broomstick. After a few rounds, the surface of the rice turns from a light beige to a nice burnt yellow.

This year, the fragrance of new rice comes out of the rice husk, which is particularly appetizing.

Lin Chou saw that the frying process was almost complete, so he gathered the rice on the tiles into a dustpan and said,

”It's not rice crackers, it's fried rice.”

The rice in the dustpan was rubbed with my hands, and the husks burst and fell off, revealing brown rice with brown color inside. As for the husks that did not come off, just don't need them, or the rice is too wet or not mature and full.

Unrefined brown rice has a stronger fragrance than polished rice, but the appearance is not so beautiful.

Lin Chou likes the taste of brown rice very much. When he was a child, he occasionally ate brown rice porridge cooked with chicken fat and mixed with mustard and amaranth pickles. If there is a drop of sesame oil and sesame oil, it can be used as a lifelong enjoyment.

Dustpan to dry off the residue, and stir with deer blood while it is hot.

The green rice that was originally green with browned yellow immediately turned purple and black, and there was a strong smell of deer blood radiating, and it was steaming.

Wu Ke opened his mouth wide,

”I rub! I heard that there was an elementary school text before the cataclysm, called ”Human blood steamed buns fried rice porridge, this...”

After frying the rice several times with tiles, the overwhelmed tiles finally completed their mission and shattered to the ground, while Lin Chou had accumulated a dustpan mixed with deer blood of green rice.

The fried rice is a bit swollen, on the verge of exploding into rice crackers but not exploding.

The rice at this time is the most water-absorbing, and deer blood can easily melt into the rice grains. It takes no effort to stain the rice grains from the inside to the outside with deer blood.

Lin Chou carried the dustpan and sifted it over the fire, drying the rice grains with heat.

The unhealthy smell of deer blood gradually faded, and the deer blood that was roasted and roasted ”semi-cooked” began to exude a very inconspicuous sweet and heavy taste, even a bit similar to musk.

But this kind of scent is limited to people with sensitive smells like Lin Chou. As for Su Yourong, he probably won't be able to smell it in this life.

After the sound of the rice grains bouncing in the dustpan changes from dull to crisp again, the rice in this dustpan is basically declared to be dried.

Lin Chou took out a piece of dry wild ginseng that a certain evolutionary casually threw to him, crushed it several times, and sprinkled it in a dustpan.

Wu Ke crooked his mouth directly,

”Ginseng, didn't you eat candied ginseng last time? It has a strange smell and is not delicious.”

If these words were placed before the cataclysm, it is estimated that Wu Ke would be owed by those who spent huge sums of money to buy wild ginseng for life-saving or life-saving, and then torn into pieces with the film method.

In the era of cataclysm, wild ginseng was really not a good thing—at least it had to be of the same rank before it could be looked at by the evolvers.

As for ordinary ones, they are not as good as radishes. Why do you want them?

Lin Chou didn't say anything. There were abalone, sea cucumber, shellfish, fish maw and other lightly dried seafood in the bag that needed to be crumbled.

After sprinkling these chopped bits, pour the deer blood again and continue baking.

Wu Ke muttered,

”Brother Chou, what are you going to do? Don't betray you, we don't have any outsiders now.”

Lin Sorrow smiled,

”Bazhen fried rice, it's pirated, and the materials are not complete.”

At least Lin Chou doesn't have the most important seasoning-Hericium erinaceus.

Hericium can only be replaced by the remaining pine tree stalks, but the hairy mushrooms are not good. The ”heavy metal” smell of the thing will obviously exceed the standard value.

Lin Chou carried a dustpan and smelled it carefully.

”Well, the taste seems to be almost the same, prepare fried rice!”