The two of them shared another bowl of soup, and of course the last bowl went directly into Lord Gungun's stomach.
Hua Gungun was obviously absolutely satisfied with the taste of the Feilong soup. He danced his own dance excitedly and twisted around, but his dark eyes had already focused on the Feilong that landed on the bottom of the stone pot.
Lin Chou was actually very reluctant to part with it. The flavor of the flying dragon meat was not reduced after being cooked in soup, so eating it like this was an unforgivable and heinous waste.
Like this method of rolling and hanging Feilong soup, the hazel chicken itself is still intact. As long as it is stewed and smoked with fried tea leaves, it can become a precious and delicious dish. It is a delicacy that even Emperor Qianlong praised. .
Lin Chou sighed. Out of sight, out of mind, there was no tea in his hand.
Let Gungun destroy this thing.
He drank the soup one mouthful after another, quietly waiting for the rabbit to be roasted. The more he drank, the louder the protest in his stomach became as loud as a drum.
"Well?"
Lin Chou frowned slightly and looked at the soup bowl in his hand.
"The taste of this soup..."
Leng Han's bare hands shook imperceptibly.
"What, what's wrong?"
Lin Chou remained silent. As a qualified cook, a man who wanted to be the God of Cooking in the apocalypse, and a primate being trained by the damn system all day long.
The full range of color, fragrance and fragrance is its true connotation.
(Ugh, why does this adjective look so weird?)
Taste recognition is the key to becoming a good chef. Even if you can't smell a drop of blood in the sea like a shark in the sea from dozens of kilometers away, you still need to be able to detect the slightest changes in the dishes. .
What are the ingredients for this dish? What seasonings were used? How much did you use? Should it be cooked in oil or water first?
——You can taste all of these based on taste.
The enhanced physical fitness brought him not just strength, but an overall improvement, which naturally also included perception and so on.
Lin Chou wondered,
"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I actually tasted a little bit of it from this soup... It's hard to describe, like the fragrance of flowers, or a faint smell of powder."
Leng Han felt as if an iceberg was stuffed in his chest, but what was flowing in his veins was magma. His whole body was instantly caught in this endless cycle - the iceberg melted, the magma cooled, the steam and the intense heat It seemed like it was going to explode her whole body.
"I, let me leave..."
Lin Chou didn't pay attention at all, Ren was still immersed in his own thoughts.
"Why, why does it have this kind of taste, and it's so weirdly harmonious... Can I use it to make a more outstanding Feilong soup?"
"Could it be that this hazel pheasant has been thirsty for morning dew and hungry for flowers since it was born? No, no, this is not realistic..."
Lin Chou raised his eyebrows, and a more realistic reason flashed in his mind.
"Tzu once said that there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, and the appearance can change according to the heart's environment. Could it be that this is the best delicacy that can be made by the spirit of this handsome chef?"
"A good dish is like a furnace of the best elixir. It cannot be obtained without the right time, place, and people... I will search for it high and low."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, wow, wow!"
"..."
Master Gungun finished eating the whole flying dragon, licking the bear's paws, his eyes were very subtle, and he silently cared for the mentally retarded children.
Well, at least this is the cook who belongs to Master Hua Gungun. Although he is not very reliable and crazy, I must ensure his safety.
So Master Gungun slapped him over, ending Lin Chou's lust like a storm.
Lin Chou was dazed on the ground for a while. With his current physical condition, he could basically ignore this small fight.
"Ah, the rabbit is roasted!"
Leng Han came back with a cold face, Lin Chou thought to herself, women, there are always some inexplicable things that need to disappear for a while.
Well, down to business.
Even though the rabbit has shrunk a bit after being roasted, it is still more than three and a half meters long, and its surface is golden and soaked in fat, giving it a mouth-watering glistening texture.
Gungun enjoyed one by himself, while Lin Chou and Lenghan dealt with the other.
The importance of preserving the rabbit skin is explained in a very perfect manner. The rich fat is roasted from under the skin, and the thick rabbit skin becomes crispy, tough and thin. When you tear off a piece of rabbit meat, it is completely tender red and full of desire. dripping gravy.
The animal smell of rabbit meat is very light. In comparison, its meat is more similar to birds, without any fishy smell.
Strictly speaking, rabbit meat without blood is very white, and there are other reasons why it appears pink.
This light red color comes from the abundant myoglobin, which not only represents the health of the meat source, but also the deliciousness and the right heat.
It's just that these two rabbits are too huge and have too much myoglobin.
At least Lin Chou has never seen such a big rabbit. If this thing grows for a few hundred years, it will be able to land on the moon on its own, right?
The rabbit meat is very tender, light yet plump, and it doesn't feel dry even if it is not served with soup, unlike ordinary barbecued meat.
The two of them had also been hungry for three days. Originally, Gungun was still staring at the two of them eagerly, hoping that something would slip through the net.
However, things are not as expected.
Gungun suddenly felt helpless - those bones looked very good.
A hearty meal, perfect.
The two of them fell down on the grass and groaned, holding their bellies. Lin Chou and Leng Han were holding on.
As for Gungun, he was obviously hungry.
Leng Han got up and walked to the edge of the pool to wash his hands. As he washed, the movements of his hands stopped.
"Lin Chou, look... is that stone moving?"
Lin Chou was stunned, and the shovel was in his hand.
The direction Leng Han pointed was a large gray stone in the middle of the pool. Most of it was soaked by the water. The part exposed above the water was like a small island, more than ten meters in diameter and covered with moss.
The reason why Leng Han said it was moving was because the water pool was centered on that stone, making waves in circles.
"It seems like it's really moving!"
Lin Chou couldn't help but tighten the shovel in his hand. Leng Han was a fourth-level awakened person, and he had the eye of true seeing, but he never saw that this was a living creature?
So how powerful is this thing?
Lin Chou picked up a rabbit's thigh bone and threw it into the pool with a "whoosh" sound.
"Dang Cang."
There was a crisp sound, and there was no more sound, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a python-like black shadow suddenly appeared under the water. Then, a triangular head broke out of the water, bit the bone on the gray stone, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.
"Fuck!"
Lin Chou couldn't help shouting,
"What a big bastard!"
Leng Han's eyes were dark, and Lin Chou was a little embarrassed.
"Ahem, I mean, what a big turtle, what a big turtle..."
