Lin Chou has always felt that abnormal organisms like Huang Dashan, whose brain cells are all in the shape of an axe, are lucky to get a wife. If they don't get a wife, they will just use their strength to rob civilian girls, which is unscrupulous.
However, Mr. Shan casually went to a broken mountain thousands of kilometers away, and happened to capture a graceful, charming woman with a charming smile, full of ripe fruits and flowing with honey, as a prisoner. One day, he suddenly He beat her eight times, and this woman happened to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome, and what was even more coincidental was that she became his crazy fan.
This, this damn thing can’t be justified.
If everything could happen by chance like this, what else would there be in those stories before the cataclysm, such as upgrading, fighting monsters and picking up treasures, or the auction at the cave academy - the protagonist's aura and luck are nothing compared to Shan Ye's gleaming tiles that have seen ghosts. Big bald head.
Could it be that, besides becoming stronger if you are bald, you can also be a matchmaker?
Lin Chou couldn't help but touch his broken hair. If necessary, could I...
Ahem, you are so unbridled, your body and skin are affected by your parents, the image of a bald Lin is simply unreasonable!
Lin Chou shook his head vigorously to get rid of some messy thoughts and prepared to do something important.
...
The mountain musk deer had been hanging upside down under the silver fir tree for more than a month. It had completed its initial maturation and was ready for use.
The current appearance of the mountain musk deer looks a bit "skinny". The fur is close to the bones and muscles can be seen coiled under the skin. Most of the water in its muscles has been forced out, along with some of the fat and oil. All body fluids are evaporated.
Lin Chou twirled its fur with his hands, put it to his nose and sniffed it. The peculiar smell of land game on the mountain musk deer was already very light, and there were strands of subtle musky smell lingering in it.
"It's just time, let's get down to business!"
If he had to deal with the mountain musk deer at that time, Lin Chou might have spent a lot of time.
As for now, the extremely heavy mountain musk deer is no more important than a stuffed toy in his hand.
The size of the mountain musk deer does not match its weight. Except for the exaggerated musk deer horns, which are more than three meters long and have jagged canines, its body length is even less than two meters, but its weight is staggering enough. Lin Chou estimated that it must be at least two meters long. About ten tons.
Its two striking corners are very beautiful, like a work of art that has been polished for tens of thousands of years. The color is like black jade, the surface is crystal clear and moist, but it feels like a soft fur texture.
There are many experts in the base city who like to remove the heads and necks of the trophies and make them into specimens by craftsmen and hang them on their walls, which can not only show their strength but also their artistic flavor.
After struggling for a long time, Lin Chou decided to simply cut off the two horns and put them aside.
Otherwise, the horns of this mountain musk deer are extremely powerful, but its head looks insignificant, like a weasel that failed to undergo plastic surgery and spent three years on its honeymoon in the Sahara.
Lin Chou thought it was enough to just leave the horn hanging in the tavern. As for the head, let it go to hell!
His sense of aesthetics was not distorted enough to appreciate that grotesque musky face.
Lin Chou peeled off the fur along the opening left by the forelimbs of the mountain musk deer, discarding the four hooves and head. Lin Chou moved quickly and simply.
Under the sharp cold iron knife, as long as the mountain musk deer does not deviate from the definition of "food", no matter how strong the body is, it is meaningless. After putting away the peeled deer skin, the mountain musk deer becomes more familiar and favorite to Lin Chou. appearance.
Its fleshy surface is covered with layers of paper-like dark yellow oil, which is very tough and light, and can be torn off completely with just a tear - this is the subcutaneous fat layer of the mountain musk deer, but it has matured and dried.
After removing all these "oil papers" and putting them away, the true colors of mountain musk meat were revealed to Lin Chou.
"Well..."
Lin Chou was stunned. The muscles of the mountain musk deer were actually a light golden color instead of the common red meat.
The light golden meat surface has a bright color soaked in oil, is delicate and smooth, and has the visual enjoyment that can only be brought by the most perfect ham. Just one look at it will make you salivate subconsciously.
"Good guy, you are indeed a bit different."
The meat texture of the mountain musk deer is very clear, with no trace of moisture visible, and it exudes a thick fragrance.
This aroma is that of musk. The few musk crystals Lin Chou stuffed into the mountain musk deer have been completely absorbed by the meat.
The aroma of musk is very special, closely related to the geographical location and recipes where it lives. It is more like a very complex combination of multiple aromas, and there will be mutually conflicting qualities.
There are many descriptions of the smell of musk, such as sweetness, powdery smell, milky smell, leather smell, spicy smell, woody smell, etc. There may be hundreds of combinations of smells that can appear when mixed with its unique animal smell. Such a different taste.
From this point of view, musk can be called the truffle of the animal kingdom. The smells of musk and truffles work in a surprisingly consistent way.
If Lin Chou were to describe musk, he would define it as a spiritual, warm animal quality, and it is also a natural fixative that can provide a perfect base for all flavors.
For dishes, as long as it is used properly, it can become a priceless treasure.
After perfectly separating the meat and bones, Lin Chou got a complete skeleton of the mountain musk deer and a large basin full of pale golden musk deer meat.
The skeleton might be used to make soup. Lin Chou carefully put it away, and the next step was to deal with the musk deer meat.
The flesh of the mountain musk deer was as tough as metal, but in Lin Chou's hands it was not stubborn at all.
Incomparably terrifying power was skillfully transferred and combined in his hands. With a twist and a rub, the completely dry and dehydrated musk meat turned into filaments comparable to hair, less than half a centimeter long. The muscle fibers on the filaments were broken and formed. The numerous stubbles are still clearly visible.
After twisting it in his hand to feel the hardness, Lin Chou was very satisfied. After several processes, these musk meat filaments can be eaten by normal people with confidence.
"Damn it, Xiao Linzi, what are you doing? Have you changed your profession to blacksmithing?"
Sikong poked his head through the kitchen door and came in. Apparently he had just arrived.
The sound made when the musk meat is rubbed in the hands is quite harsh, like metal drawing, like tearing an iron sheet with bare hands.
In short, it is absolutely disastrous torture for the ears.
Lin sighed sadly,
"It'll be done soon."
Sikong didn't care about this, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and he wasn't carrying anything weird in his hand.
The most important thing is that his big duck didn't come with him.
"What's good to eat? Hey, Xiaolin, why don't you hurry up and wait carefully!"
"Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll reward Xiaolin with a piece of cake for hitting you, hahaha..."
Lin Chou sneered and threw the guy out of the pot.
