Chapter 1022： Build (1/2)
The fat of the roasted boar fell drop by drop, splashing out light blue tiny flame bones, which were then swallowed by a large pile of dark yellow flames.
”Stab~”
The tragic sound of grease breaking into pieces in the fire, the three people in front of the fire sounded beautiful enough to be thrilling.
”Stab, stab~”
Xiao Ba turned the pig on the fire without looking at the roast pork, and stared at the fire dumbfounded.
”This stuff...”
With every stabbing, Xiao Ba shivered.
”I'm afraid that the fuel of the fire is not my soul... It feels like racking myself up and roasting...”
Isn't it?
Every second is like sitting on pins and needles, and hunger is hot and scorching like a fire.
Xiaoba and Ba Li turned their backs to block Lin's sight, trying to tear off the somewhat sagging, well-cooked shredded pork from the inside of the boar belly.
Ran goose,
”Kah~”
The roasted pigskin, which became more golden and crispy, suddenly called the police, followed by Boss Lin’s thunderous roar.
”%#￥!...”
The two of them shook their hands in fright and watched the meat roll onto the coals.
Xiao Ba + Ba Li: ┭┮﹏┭┮
Lin Chou frowned,
”This handsome guy is the one who should stole the mouth in front of a cook in his life, and it's against you, blasphemy! This is the biggest blasphemy against a cook!!”
The three little helpers shivered, so why didn't they eat their mouths short before eating them?
Lin Chou unscrewed a large chunk of meat easily,
”Emmmmm, let me taste it first~”
The three looked at each other: ”...”
Fried chicken is not happy, okay! What a great cook?
Lin Chou wiped the oil on his mouth,
”It's tender, I want to increase the fire, do you guys turn around quickly and hear it!”
The aroma of sour soup and stewed vegetables in the big stone pot can't hold back even the hot and strong roasted meat smell.
Lin Chou sucked his nose again and again, and had never been so confident and satisfied with his craft like today.
The combination of pork keel, tree tomato and taro stems can actually be stewed together with various wild vegetables of potherb mustard. Before the cataclysm, people in Yunnan and Guizhou regions favored it and called it ”sauerkraut”, which was almost inseparable. Seat.
Wait and wait, the wild boar was finally almost roasted, and Lin Chou couldn't wait to lift the temporary lid of the stone pot-a large banana leaf.
A thick layer of golden chicken oil floats on the surface of the sauerkraut, the boiling soup breaks through the oil film, revealing the color like coconut milk, fresh and sharp acidity rushes from the nostrils to the brain, making people scalp The drool is secreted quickly.
Xiao Ba said in surprise,
”Is the pheasant so fat these years? Can it still fly!”
Baal,
”Are you stupid because you were hungry, pheasants could fly?”
Lin Chou took out a rough stone spoon that was pitted and scooped the soup in the pot, scratching his head a little embarrassingly.
”Uh... actually more oil than I expected...”
This is a calculation error, Lin Chou has actually thrown away part of the oil in the chicken belly.
I seriously suspect that these two big pheasants, which are more than eight catties, live a life of salted fish every day when they are full, sleep, sleep, and eat. With so much oil, you are a chicken and you are not afraid of sub-health? ?
Lin Chou said,