God-level foodie desert island survival

"Give you a taste?"

Tang Ming glanced at the Monkey King and made a hand-shaved gesture at him.

The Monkey King smacked his mouth twice and nodded.

Tang Ming smiled slightly, took a shell from the side, scooped up two fish balls, and a little soup. Hand it to the Monkey King. Then I made a blowing motion.

The Monkey King glanced at Tang Ming with disdain, as if to say that this still needs to be reminded by you?

Holding the shell, it picked up a bamboo stick from Tang Ming's pile of materials, then sat on the beach, poked a fish ball and began to blow.

When it was almost cold, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, and his eyes lit up. He quickly stuffed the fish ball into his mouth. His face was full of incredulity.

Originally, as a monkey, his interest in jam is definitely more than that of fish balls, but no matter how delicious it is, he will get tired of eating too much, let alone two meals of sweet and excessive jam in a row. Now there is a mouthful of salty stuff in the mouth, as if it opens the door to a new world.

After eating the fish balls in two bites, drinking the delicious soup, and looking at Tang Ming's pot again, the Monkey King had changed from curiosity to anticipation at the beginning.

Tang Ming didn't care about the Monkey King after giving the fish balls, looked at the side dishes he had prepared, poured a little oil into the pot, and then added fresh and tender wild vegetables such as water celery, plus a little coarse salt.

Stir-fry for 10 seconds. The wild herbs are just out of life.

I took two large broken bamboo tubes and placed the wild vegetables neatly at the bottom of the bamboo tubes.

Then, Tang Ming poured the original soup left over from before back into the pot, and while it was boiling, he beat a few bird eggs into the rabbit meat, and then took a little juice from the fish cage containing cassava as starch. Stir the rabbit meat to combine.

At this time, the soup in the pot had boiled, and Tang Ming used chopsticks to pluck it, evenly putting the rabbit meat into the pot and increasing the heat.

After the soup rolled again, Tang Ming skimmed off the foam on it, boiled it for a while, took a bamboo basket and fished out the rabbit meat, and spread it on top of the wild vegetables just now.

The rest of the soup was heated again, and when there was not much left, and when it looked a little thicker, I added oyster sauce and abalone sauce and poured it into a bamboo tube with rabbit meat and wild vegetables.

Then, quickly cleaning the iron pot, Tang Ming brought a bucket of coconut oil, looked at it with some distress, and poured it all into it.

There is still a shortage of oil, and it has only been two days, and the coconut oil that I have spent a lot of effort to make is about to run out again.

There was a sigh of emotion in his mouth, but Tang Ming's actions were unambiguous, it was okay to eat less, but it was absolutely not okay to lower the requirements.

When the oil was hot, Tang Ming grabbed two handfuls of the chili peppers he found today and chopped them. I cut some minced ginger and garlic, grabbed two handfuls of green peppercorns that I just picked today, and spread them all on the surface of the rabbit meat.

Picking up the coconut oil that had been burned and smoking, Tang Ming shook his wrist.

The hot oil in the pot was poured over the peppercorns on top of the rabbit meat.

Suddenly, with the sizzle of hot oil mixing with ingredients, the spicy heat churned into the sky.

Not a small formation, and the frightened monkey king next to him hurriedly retreated a few steps.

Snorting, it had a little fear on its face, and it didn't come up like it did when it saw a fish ball.

Shu Yiting, who was still busy not far away, smelled the slightly choking smell in the air, sniffled in surprise, took a greedy breath, and saw that Tang Ming didn't seem to have finished preparing the dishes, his body moved, and he endured it again.

With saliva secreted in his mouth, Tang Ming couldn't stand the long-lost spiciness, but the oil in the pot was still burning, and now was not the time to eat it.

Picking up the bamboo tube containing the rat meat, Tang Ming poured it all into the pot.

In the crackling sound, the rat meat was blown up with a burst of meaty aroma.

After almost thirty seconds, Tang Ming fished out the rat meat.

There was nothing left, the oil temperature in the pot rose again, and when the green smoke rose, Tang Ming poured the rat meat into the pot again and fried it again.

This time, you can clearly see that the golden color of the rat meat has become more intense. You can feel that crispy feeling without eating.

It didn't take long for Tang Ming to fish out the rat meat for the second time, and then poured the used oil back into the bamboo tube. Save it for next time.

There was only a little oil left in the pot, and Tang Ming added a lot of minced ginger and garlic to it, and then put in a bunch of freshly cut chili peppers. Stir-fry for a while, add oyster sauce, stir-fry until spicy and fragrant, and pour in the rat meat. Stir-fry vigorously.

During the dancing of the iron pot, the uniform pieces of rat meat quickly fused with the base material, and under Tang Ming's control, every time it was shaken, it could be fully heated.

This time, it lasted for a long time, and it was not until the chili peppers and others had almost turned brown that Tang Ming stopped his movements and drizzled a little coconut oil into it again to make it brighter. Remove from pan and serve.

At this point, the three dishes are ready.

"Eat!" Tang

Ming shouted, and Shu Yiting, who couldn't wait, and a group of monkeys quickly surrounded him.

Looking at the monkeys competing for seats with her all over the ground, Shu Yiting was a little embarrassed and looked at Tang Ming.

The latter did not expect these monkeys to be so unkind, laughed, took a bamboo plate, put a little bit of rabbit and mouse meat into it, and put it in front of them.

Soon, the first monkey reached out, grabbed a piece of something and stuffed it into its mouth.

Then, the monkeys who were just about to grab something to eat were frightened by the exaggerated scream of the first one, and withdrew their hands one after another. Hide far away.

"Come, we can eat with peace of mind!" The

place was vacant, Tang Ming put the bamboo plate for the monkeys to taste in the open space in the distance, and began to arrange the tablecloth.

Shu Yiting and Dasheng leaned over and helped set up the dishes and chopsticks.

After a while, the table was set up and the dishes were on the table.

Two dishes and one soup!

It's a lot more shabby than yesterday, but as a normal dinner, it's extremely luxurious.

Of course, with these amounts of dishes, it will definitely not be able to meet Tang Ming's needs, before cooking, he has already buried a lot of cassava in the stove, and it is just right to eat at this time.

Take a few leaves and pile 10 or so large cassavas next to the vegetables. One dinner ready.

There is still a little yellow left in the burnt black surface of cassava, which is estimated to be disgusting at other times, but at this moment, against the backdrop of green leaves and delicacies, there is a primitive roughness, giving people a different kind of expectation.

"It's rare, I finally have meat to eat!" Rubbing

her chopsticks, Shu Yiting today seemed more excited than ever, just like those viewers said, no matter how she ate a few days ago, she always couldn't step through the hurdle in her heart, and she felt too loser.

But today, I can finally let go of eating and don't have to worry about anything.

The light fish balls, first of all, she disliked them, and after eating seafood for a few days, the birds faded out of her mouth, spicy currently, who wants to eat that thing.

With a pair of chopsticks, Shu Yiting grabbed a large piece of rabbit meat and scooped it up from the basin, and the red chili oil dripped down the rabbit meat, which was daunting and exciting at the same time.