What made Lin Chou most unhappy was that the damn system didn't jump out at this moment and said that he couldn't do this, which made his anger level surge by an additional three feet.
Treason! Eat inside and outside! My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't!
Bonzai actually took the opportunity to shout a few times, but no one was willing to buy it.
Everyone was quite moved, but it would be a fool's errand to offend people at this point by buying the potted plants on their behalf.
Well, at least you have to wait for a day or two.
Besides, in this big world, how many people can’t be found who are better at playing basketball than me?
As long as there is room in the football table, getting a medal is not just about looking at the pattern on the palm of your hand, why should you offend people and spend unjust money?
Potted Plant got into the car triumphantly with his head held high, "My aunt is back to the base city, big business~"
The little pink car wearing a skirt roared a few times and rushed out.
Without even thinking about it, he must have gone back to the base city to work hard, and he might be able to lead a reinforced company to eat big money tomorrow.
Sikong stood next to Lin Chou, grinding his teeth and said sinisterly,
"Let her go like this? Lin Zi, I suggest you kill her to silence her, the sooner the better."
Lin Chou changed his expression, and he didn't look angry at all.
"Hey, why are you trying to silence me? Don't let this free advertising go to waste."
"???"
Sikong was confused. He was so angry just now, but now he seemed to be a completely different person.
"Gu Gu."
"Gu Gu."
The familiar chirping of birds came from above. Lin Chou looked up and saw several large snow-white pigeons flying in circles over the small restaurant.
Speaking of pigeons, there are quite a lot of them raised in the base city. It's very beautiful to eat some of them and send them as a message.
The leading pigeon seemed a little afraid of the very dazzling light shield above the small pavilion, but it just refused to leave.
After many circles, I finally made up my mind and gradually flew lower.
"Bo."
The light mask also made a soft sound, and the pigeon looked around cautiously, but other than making a little sound, the light mask did not cause any hindrance to the pigeon.
The pigeons were immediately relieved and began to flutter down.
Lin Chou was greatly surprised. These pigeons were completely ordinary animals. How could they fall to him? Could it be a homing pigeon?
Just as I was thinking, I saw a white shadow on the roof flash once, twice, and then again!
"Crackling."
The six pigeons, each one quite small, all fell to the ground, their wings fluttered a few times and then stopped moving.
Xiaobai stood on the eaves and licked his paws as if nothing had happened. He just glanced down at the pigeons on the ground and looked away with disdain. Then he twisted his increasingly plump buttocks and got back into the hair of Master Gungun's neck.
——Is this too technical?
Mr. Gungun was deeply asleep. He turned over and scratched impatiently. The roof tiles jumped and bark flew.
"..."
Everyone praised and laughed at him,
"Cat Xiaobai is mighty!"
"I can't believe that Boss Lin's early warning mechanism for air raids is so complete."
"That's right, if the base city can react at this speed, why would birds and beasts take away hundreds of people every year?"
Lin Chou was speechless.
Wei Tianxing poked his head out of the room,
"Hey, I thought I heard the movement of pigeons just now?"
"One pigeon is better than nine chickens. Pigeons are a good thing. I'll kill them and make a pot of them...eh?"
Lin Chou pointed to the ground and said, "Here."
A trace of distress flashed through Wei Tianxing's eyes.
"Isn't this a homing pigeon... But it's a homing pigeon that cost a lot of money to breed. Who did it? It's such a waste! Hurry and get it while it's hot, bleed it and remove its hair, there's no time to waste!"
"..."
"Fuck!!"
Wei Tianxing shouted,
"Why does it look so familiar... This can't be..."
He ran over in a hurry, picked up the pigeon and rummaged through it.
As he inspected the second pigeon, he unhooked a small bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg.
"...This looks like it's my pigeon. Look at this bamboo tube. It has the word "Wei" on it."
Everyone looked at each other and looked at Lin Chou with gloating.
Hey, a certain iron rooster named Lin, your master got into trouble and dared to steal the chicken? I can't pay you to death!
Wei Tianxing scratched his head and said,
"Only my own pigeons can find where their owners have gone. Is there anyone in need of help?"
As he spoke, he twisted a note out of the bamboo tube, and his face changed drastically after reading it.
Wei Tianxing quickly crushed the note and said with his hands behind his back,
"Ahem, nothing happened, just a few pigeons, please disperse."
Lin Chou and Sikong happened to be behind him. No matter how fast the fat man moved, they could clearly see a few words written crookedly on the small note.
“Suddenly I heard from the small hall that the winning score was 20% off.
Black is on at midnight, so remember. "
Lin Chou twitched his lips, "Um, Master Wei..."
Wei Tian didn't even look back, he held the wine jar and sat down in the willow tree pavilion.
"Who am I talking about? Xiao Lin, I'm just talking about you. Give the fat man a few bottles of beer, the kind that's cold enough to cool your heart. Oh, by the way, roast my pigeons. Don't eat them secretly!!"
Lin Chou waved his hand, quite arrogantly.
"嗻!"
Sikong glared, "Lin Chou, where is your moral integrity?"
Lin Chou asked back,
"Integrity is a dish, how much does it cost?"
"If I could, I'd take algebra."
Wei Tianxing suddenly stopped Lin Chou,
"No, you roast it in front of me. That's it. Fatty is very worried. If it is out of sight, my pigeons may not be able to escape your hands."
Lin Chou rolled his eyes and brought in the charcoal stove and iron pot.
The Chinese people’s ultimate pursuit of delicious food is almost incomprehensible to other races.
"Strangeness" and "ingenuity" best reflect the detachment and arrogance of the oldest foodie nation in the way of food.
In Lin Chou's memory, pigeon was almost the dish that his father valued most.
Even though few people in Xiacheng District have the luxury to order a pigeon, Lin Chou's father always takes the trouble to talk about his most proud ways of cooking pigeons - braised, fried, roasted and smoked.
Chinese people have an unusual definition of pigeons.
For example, when it comes to braised food, the basic thing is that the flavor is bone-deep, the elasticity of the meat is the key, and the key point is that the braised flavor does not overwhelm the original flavor;
Another example is deep-frying. The skin must be as crispy as possible and the meat must be as tender as possible. The pigeon skin cannot be fried in flour, as that will affect the taste. The fried squab will not let in the oil on the outside and the oil on the inside will come out on its own. What you eat will be the original flavor. It's tender, smooth and sweet. When you bite into it, the pigeon skin is crunchy and juicy inside. This is the best.
The braised pigeon is tough, while the fried pigeon is tender.
It sounds strange, it seems to be the opposite.
In fact, this is not the case. This is the art and pride of Chinese cuisine. Seeing the big from the small, completely crushing others step by step.
Lin Chou took the pigeon along the deepest part of its neck and used a fine needle to pierce the veins and arteries and drain out the blood.
Rinse twice quickly with 80-degree water to remove residual blood and help remove hair quickly.
Pigeon meat is very tender. If all the blood is not removed, green spots will form on the pigeon skin and the pigeon meat, which will also affect the taste of the pigeon meat.
