Shanye's spirit of seeking death has always been to become braver as he fights.
His buttocks were swollen to the point of losing consciousness, and his pants were about to swell into rags. At this time, he was thinking of patting his round buttocks to make a rhythm - even if he wanted to sing a ballad to Lin Chou, he couldn't stop him.
It's just a low-level toxin. It's not fatal and has no side effects. Master Shan is not willing to use a little bit of magic plant essence to detoxify it.
He stood on Si Gouzi's back, and the strong wind ruffled Shan Ye's sleek and flowing hair.
(Huang Dashan:???)
This guy was singing "Catch the Young Woman" while rubbing his ass with a plumpness index of more than a thousand stars with great enjoyment, and the scene immediately collapsed.
Lin Chou's hair stood on end.
"Let me go, what kind of monster are you doing? Is this starfish or a mental toxin that has hallucinogenic effects?"
Huang Dashan looked at him with disdain,
"The ancestral massage techniques promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and can also lift the buttocks and slim the curves~"
"Actually, it feels good in the hand. It's super nice. Master Shan, I feel aggrieved today and I'm going to let you have a good time. Touch it twice? You're welcome~! We are all brothers!"
Sure enough, the poison had already taken over and there was no way he could be saved.
Lin Chou finally resisted the urge to kick Shan Ye into the ancestral mountain to feed the wolves, but in the end he heard him muttering,
"This little girl's watch is hopeless after being smashed. She doesn't even know how to pick up girls if she doesn't know how to practice her techniques? This really breaks your heart, Grandpa Dashan~"
Lin Chou: Calm down, you can't do this, it's a work-related injury anyway, I - calm down!
So Prince Huang once again experienced the excitement of being pressed to the ground and rubbed, oh no, it was rubbed on the back of a dog.
Lin Chou said fiercely,
"Did you see that, next time I will press you on Si Gouzi's belly and rub it!"
Si Gouzi looked back at Shan Ye, then looked at his belly, and immediately clamped his hind legs in fear.
Shanye: ""
Lin Chou: ""
By the way, Gouzi, did you misunderstand something? ?
Lin Chou suddenly had some strange thoughts and fell into thinking.
Forgive me for being stupid. As a director, not only is my mental quality so poor, I can’t even pick a script. Isn’t this already done? What script can compare to the grandeur of Shan Ye’s oral autobiography?
You can tell me what elements you want without it: horror, horror, catastrophe, science fiction, magic and surreality, comedy, tragedy, ethical drama, love, friendship and gay love.
The suffix tag alone for each movie is a separate promotional leaflet. If one movie is not enough, the next three, four, five, six or seven or even a series can be made directly.
Whoever takes this big job no longer has to think about the material, script, and shooting issues, because your process of writing scripts and making movies will never be able to keep up with the speed of Mr. Shan's tricks.
There is no need to worry about attendance at all. The only problem to worry about is that the screenwriter may die suddenly from exhaustion.
As long as the movie accurately restores Shan Ye's life, there is no doubt that the ratings and positive reviews will be absolutely adequate, and it may even break the record of zero negative reviews that only AC movies can maintain.
By then all the comments under the movie will be like this:
"The story is still unfinished, looking forward to the next episode."
"After watching this movie, I suddenly realized, oh, I can still live like this for the rest of my life!"
"The road of life is actually very short, but you can expand its width."
The second part’s message is like this:
"The story is still unfinished, continue to look forward to the next episode."
"Shorter than the road of life is the life of the screenwriter. The blade has been sent and is on the way. Just ask when the next episode will be updated!"
"Sending women's clothing together."
The message in part n is like this:
"Don't forget to report the family sacrifice to Nai Weng!"
"Don't forget to report the family sacrifice to Nai Weng!"
"Don't forget to report the family sacrifice to Nai Weng!"
Hey, it's easy to get lost when your thoughts wander too far, so Lin Chou hurriedly pulled back the thread - all four dogs had already run home while he was distracted.
Just throw the yellow starfish directly into the tank and soak it in sea water. When the time comes, take it out and stir it with ice water and put it in the pot directly.
But not abalone. Abalone must be handled with care.
Thirteen plus the first one sent ashore, there are fourteen black gold abalones in total. The smallest one is as long as a hand, and the largest one is even longer than one and a half hands, almost thirty centimeters. The abalone shell is extremely black, and the flesh is It's also black and shiny.
Fourteen black golden abalones of acceptable size were kept separately, and Lin Chou wanted to use something else.
He also pried back half a sack of small abalone, mainly purple abalone, all the size of table tennis balls.
Huang Dashan looked at the starfish in the tank and thought it was a bunch of tentacle monsters.
In addition, the butt expressed that it was very sad now, so Shanye grinned and said,
"Lin Chou, you should feel lucky that your surname is not Sima."
"The Sima of Sima Qian?"
"That Sima from Sima Guang!"
"oh"
Lin Chou put all the small abalones into a large basin, stirred them around and washed them twice, then took out a brush and brushed them one by one.
"Brush it, brush it"
Huang Dashan was chattering beside him and never stopped.
"What a waste, you spent all night to get something like this? It doesn't taste good at first glance!"
"As for this little abalone, it looks very unique. It makes me feel familiar to Mr. Shan who has experienced a lot - Hey, why are you putting away the big ones? Can the small ones be eaten? They are not as big as our fingernails. !”
Lin Chou said,
"It's not for you to eat. I'm going to boil a few pots of abalone juice and save it for later use. Starfish is the one. I'll add it to the dish in the morning. It'll be great."
Huang Dashan still felt exhausted.
How could he, the dignified prince, be the same as those perverts with cute tentacles?
"well"
The mountain prince dragged his huge buttocks into the car and went to sleep. If the swelling doesn't subside when he wakes up in the morning, he will probably make the people on the mountainside laugh to death.
And Lin Chou's real abalone juice production has officially begun.
Abalone juice is one of the most commonly used treasures in Fujian and Cantonese cuisine. In the hands of different chefs, abalone juice will be given a distinct personal color and a "biased" and focused seasoning, and it may not actually be based on abalone. Production, just like there is no xo in xo sauce, it will not surprise anyone.
Lin Chou's abalone sauce is more of a bold style. He collected five fresh old chickens and ducks each, picked them up, broke them into two pieces, and threw them into the big pot with the same half-cut pig's trotters, plus beef shank, Scallops, chopped pork bones, a mature ham hung on the eaves, and finally the washed small abalone in the shell.
Add cold water to cover all ingredients in the pot and bring to a boil.
All ingredients are deliberately not boiled, and what is wanted is the most original heavy taste - fresh small abalone is actually not as easy to stew to the point of "sticky" as dry abalone, and will require the weight of these raw and cooked ingredients. To blend the taste.
When the soup in the big pot boils for the first time, you don't need to worry about it until it has been frothed three times, at least until it has been simmered on low heat for four hours.
Lin Chou squinted at the counter for a while, then got up and wrapped a vegetable bag with gauze and threw it into the pot. The main contents were onions, water celery, radish, carrots, shallots, coriander, dried ginger and Red yeast rice and more.
Fermented red yeast rice is mainly used to adjust the color. It is said that saffron was used to "impersonate" it before the catastrophe, which was quite willful and luxurious.
Lin Chou used a spoon to turn over the ingredients in the pot a few times, and poured in a whole jar of aged rice wine, a few tablespoons of soy sauce, and rock sugar. After adding the red yeast rice, the soup turned orange to red and a little refreshing. The style of painting changes.
After rolling away for more than ten minutes, the originally dark and unclear smell suddenly became more vivid.
But at this time, the fishy smell of the sea in the pot has not completely disappeared, and it smells a little rough and diffuse.
The evolvers outside were "hooked" by a very adhesive aroma. They were rubbing their eyes and sniffing.
"What does it smell like? Hiss, it's a bit fragrant."
"Yes, yes, it smells so good!"
"Wait a minute, this doesn't seem to smell like steamed buns. Boss Lin won't trick us again."
A group of people walked around the store and found no one in the kitchen, so they followed the smell and ran to the back mountain.
I saw Lin Chou holding a big spoon more than two meters long and stirring hard in the huge pot of chicken coriander oil.
"I'll go, Boss Lin, what are you doing?"
"Bao Zhi," Lin Chou responded casually, "It's not breakfast time yet."
"Hey, the smell makes me hungry."
Lin Chou had just put twenty kilograms of minced chicken into the pot and poured it into the soup. Once the soup was poured out, he had to remove the soup from the grate and let it cool down in another pot to continue simmering. When it was almost done, the water was thickened and the thickened soup was allowed to cool. This was called Abalone juice.
The soup now coming out of the grate was almost 60% to 70% of the original water volume, and Lin Chou filled two large vats.
A group of people looked at it curiously. It was just sticky and a little oily, and it didn't smell like the scent that woke people up from their sleep and stimulated their appetite. So they were not very interested.
Lin Chou found two lids to cover the mouth of the vat, and then started busy steaming buns to prepare beef offal soup.
A few evolutionists with particularly good eyes discovered the large vat placed next to the wellhead.
"Tsk tsk, when did Boss Lin get so many starfish back?"
"This thing actually tastes average. I heard that ordinary people can get poisoned if they eat too much."
"real or fake?"
"How would I know"
Several evolvers shouted into the kitchen,
"Boss Lin, do we want this for lunch?"
Lin Chou asked the big-breasted sister to help look at the steamer and said,
"No, just eat it in the morning."
After saying this, Lin Chou waited for a while.
As expected, the system uncle did not jump out and beep something - the toxins on the thorns of the Yellow Sea Star can even have an effect on Huang Dashan. The system obviously acquiesced that this thing can "pretend" to be a high-level ingredient, even if the original ingredient is The stock can barely even reach the standard of low-level zero level.
So Lin Chou felt relieved, picked out some starfish from the tank, and put them into the ice water.
Normally, there is not much meat under the spinous skin of yellow starfish, which becomes strands when cooked. However, when the starfish is about to enter the seed-bearing stage, each arm and foot will be filled with paste-like meat with a texture similar to crab roe.
After placing all the starfish into the steamer, Lin Chou looked at his hands - they were neither red nor swollen, nor any influence at all.
"Sure enough, even I can be considered a product of the system."
A few minutes later, Lin Chou took out half of the starfish from the steamer and placed them upside down on the hot iron plate.
Some starfish's five arms and legs will automatically split from the gap in the middle, steam curling up, while those that do not split need Lin Chou to open them manually.
Heat a pot of clear oil, and while the oil is heating, sprinkle minced garlic and chopped green onion on each starfish's cracked shell, and pour the hot oil evenly.
"Stab~"
The aroma of onions and garlic suddenly became scalding.
The evolver in front was hit by starfish, Buryat buns, and beef offal soup at the same time, and immediately became unable to sit still.
After counting the number of people, there were almost enough starfish.
"Yourong put the starfish on a plate, steamed one and minced garlic, and asked them to pay at the counter. It's still 100."
"The busty sister is in charge of the buns."
Boss Lin himself was very shameless, holding a plate of starfish and hiding under a tree in his home to cool off in the breeze.
Big-breasted ladies are used to the behavior of their bosses.
"Queue in line, don't talk nonsense, everything else is as usual, one hundred starfish, are you late?"
A long line immediately formed, and the evolvers were particularly well-behaved.
Not only did the big-breasted sister get used to Lin Chou, the evolvers also had to "get used to" Chi Zhi.
It doesn't matter if you don't get used to it. Comparing the personalities of Lin Chou and Chi Zhi, if Lin Chou is described as a firecracker, then Chi Zhi must be a 50-caliber source crystal cannon.
Most evolved people can't even resist a single round in front of Chi Zhi - this is the experience (xue) experience (lei) of the predecessors (li) talk (shi), not casual boasting.
Of course, most evolvers would selectively flirt with Lin Chou in order to increase their presence.
But when the person standing in front of the counter was replaced by a big-breasted lady, everyone was able to accurately remember the subtle movements of this combination of cold Tyrannosaurus + Bu Nanzhi when they were facing Gang's existence. It's like a cartoon playing in my mind.
Ha, so it’s not a big deal, just follow your heart.
Lin Chou's family member, second-order low-level evolver Lin Yu, maintained a well-behaved expression throughout the whole process and returned to the table with two plates and a bowl of his own.
There are two starfish on a plate, four steamed buns on a plate, and a bowl of beef offal soup - which can be refilled (but not meat).
The companion opposite glanced at the counter.
"Well, it's not busy today. Most of them are familiar faces."
Lin Yu couldn't wait to bite off most of the bun, puffed out his cheeks and said,
"How is that possible? There hasn't been a guy without eyes here for at least a month."
Speaking of which, Lin Yu is a frequent visitor to Yanhuishan, but his publicity is low. He can only be a silent spectator during many wonderful moments, and then go back and brag to the guys around him for a while - it feels very good.
The companion laughed and said,
"Have you forgotten the guy who had his chest opened and his bones set?"
The bun filling in Lin Yu's mouth almost spurted out.
"It's time to eat, you said this!"
The companion poked at the "one hundred circulation points" on the plate.
"Where do you think our boss Lin got all these weird things? Jiu Shan Palace doesn't seem to have a new dish in ten or eight years. It's good for him - I have to pay attention to the menu every time I come here. For a while.”
Then the companion looked sighing.
Lin Yu curled his lips secretly and thought:
Aren't you two levels higher than me? This awesomeness makes your bragging more gorgeous and low-key.
Let’s not mention whether you have enough money in your pocket. What kind of dishes can you, a second-level senior, order in Yanhuishan? Why haven’t you ordered ac yet?
Say, are you too arrogant? !
