Doomsday Pavilion

After Lin Chou took Leng Han to visit Own's strategic reserve, the sea cucumber still did not soak well.

Lin Sorrow said,

"We have to wait for sea cucumbers. Why don't we make some staple food to fill our stomachs."

Leng Han said strangely,

"The staple food? Do you usually eat it?"

Lin Chou couldn't say that the staple food that the buddy usually eats is ducks, so he had to beat Hahammon to get through.

He pointed to a small patch of grass outside the dining area.

"Here, this is my food!"

"Do you usually... just eat grass..."

Leng Han felt a little sour in his nose.

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"What do you think? I am an evolutionary no matter how I say it. I would starve to death if I only eat these things without meat."

Lin Chou held a crystal sickle and cut several large bundles of yellow grass. He pointed to the ears of grain and said,

"This is Thrush, the smallest grain in the world. So far, the only plant I grow alive. Don't look at its small grains. After being ground into flour, it is superb for pancakes. It is delicious and crisp!"

Leng Han tried his best to widen his eyes, and it took a long time to find out where the grains are, dumbly.

"This is too small..."

Looking at the seeds of one ear and one ear, they may not be one-tenth the size of a millet grain.

Lin Chou sorted out the ears of Eragrostis and threw them into a crystal mill and grind them.

"Don't take beanbags as dry food, Xiaogui is small, the taste is not bad at all, isn't it a delicate little thing?"

The flour milled from Teff grass is light yellow, and has the same burnt scent of natural oil.

"Will you meet?"

"Ah? Ah..." Leng Han was taken aback when he was asked, and after a long time he said, "Yes!"

"It will be fine!"

Lin Chou carried the flour into a small room, smacked N duck eggs secretly, and stirred fiercely until even the mother of the duck eggs couldn't recognize that the eggs were laid by him. Then, he handed the basin to Leng Han.

"Look at you~"

Leng Han took off his jacket, revealing his smooth forearms and tight-fitting tactical vest.

"Guaranteed to complete the task."

Snapped!

Snapped!

There were slaps and beatings on the chopping board, and Lin Chou cheered vigorously.

"Yes, right, right, come clockwise, don't move your arms, use your wrists, press down behind your palms, beautiful! The movements are pretty standard!"

"Well, when you knead for seven weeks, you will pick up the dough and throw it down. Yes, your expression should be fierce, as my father said, so that the dough will be scared of you and won't turn into crumpled meat on the hob."

If I had changed to an ordinary person, I would have scolded my mother long ago.

The dead dough with only duck eggs and no water in it has not been fermented at all. It is so hard that it can't bear the strength. Even an eight-foot man would have to send his arms back to the furnace for rebuilding even after an hour of kneading.

——Fortunately, this is Cold Tyrannosaurus!

In the end, the dough cleverly turned into a golden, unusually smooth lump in the hands of the cold tyrannosaurus.

Leng Han's face is not red or breathing, and asked a little expectantly.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up,

"Girl, you are very talented, do you want to learn how to cook with me?"

Leng Han hugged his arms with an indifferent expression.

Keep your head high, super fierce,

"Lieutenant General Ben is still busy saving the world!"

Lin Chou's aura was suddenly washed away by such a weapon.

"Well, what the heroine said is absolutely true!"

He took out a bamboo stick that was slightly thicker than an adult's arm, pinned one end to the circular groove at the inner end of the chopping board, and used the bamboo stick to squeeze the dough inch by inch.

Leng Han suddenly said,

"Is it making bamboo noodles?"

"Yes, Zhusheng noodles, flour is almost meaning, but it should have a different flavor."

"You have no soul if you do this bamboo noodles. Don't bamboo noodles sit on the bamboo poles and squash the noodles with one leg?"

"..."

Lin Chou looked dazed.

Co-author Lengzhong will you regard jumping up and down on one leg on a bamboo pole as a necessary operation for bamboo noodles?

That's because ordinary manpower cloth is not enough and requires weight to make up. This handsome, strong and handsome one-handed man is better than just a Qilin arm!

After pressing back and forth many times, Lin Chou said after an hour and a half,

"It's almost there now."

The next step is relatively simple. The knife is divided into minutes and taught to be a human being, and the thin cicada-wing dough is cut into noodles.

The dough is in repeated contact with air, and the most important thing is to ensure that there are no bubbles in the dough.

It is not difficult to be both thin and smooth.

"Why did you leave a piece of dough without cutting it?"

"Of course it's wrapped into wontons, wonton noodles, how can you lose your soul!"

Lin Chou Bao’s thin-skin wontons are filled with whitebait meat and shrimps. Each wonton requires three whole shrimps. If it is less, it is not full or full, and if it is too much, it will look bloated.

The tender whitebait meat, half-cooked, fluid duck eggs, translucent shrimps, tender green wild leeks and green onions, and finally a little juicy chopped fresh cattail, beaten vigorously until The sound becomes a sticky puff. The minced meat etc. attached to the whole shrimp will not slip off, but it will be self-contained.

Lin Chou moved quickly to wrap up the wontons, each of which looked like a goldfish the size of a ping pong ball with a fat head and a big brain, dragging a skirt.

The creamy white broth used to cook the wantan noodles is boiled with the sun-dried silver fish bones that Lin Chou has accumulated over hard work and...emmmm old duck...

Leng Han actually smelled it, but he was embarrassed to say something.

The bamboo noodles rise and fall three or four times in the boiling soup, and they are put into a large bowl with the oily and almost transparent wonton that has floated on the soup surface, and finally sprinkled with chopped green onions and browned shrimp seeds.

"Shrimp wonton noodles, try it~"

Leng Han hesitated slightly,

"No salt?"

Lin Chou smiled.

"The salt has been let go!"

"When was it released?"

"You will taste it first."

The slow-roasted shrimp seeds release the vitality that has been stored for a long time in the rich soup, and they have more than doubled in a matter of seconds. The shrimp seeds, which were originally browned like millet, quickly become crystal clear.

The wisps of delicacy burst into laughter in the soup and spread to the end of Leng Han's nose.

"Well, the taste of this shrimp roe is so heavy, so fresh."

Lin Sorrows a full mouthful of noodles, then stuffed the huge wonton into his mouth, feeling the sensation of the shrimps crisp and bursting in his mouth.

"Of course, I used a sieve to sift out this shrimp roe a little bit, then steam it with wild onion and fish fragrant leaves, and then slowly fry it to dryness. Ten catties of shrimp roe finally came out of such a small bottle. "

Leng Han took a sip of the soup gently.

"It's more delicious than it smells. Is there anything special about the shrimp that produces shrimp roe? The shrimp roe noodles I've eaten don't have such a delicious taste."

"It doesn't seem to be anything special. If I have to say it, maybe because the water in this salty river is colder, any animals grow very slowly?" Lin Chou screamed his face, hissing haha ​​very embarrassed by the scalding.

explain,

"It's the shrimp wrapped in the wanton, why don't you eat it?"

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