Lin Chou's smile was subtle and reserved, but there was a hint of ill-intention in it.
Sikong said doubtfully,
"You kid, what are you holding back?"
Lin Chou's eyes drifted to the back of the mountain, and he arranged the wonton fillings on hand and placed them in the thermostatic box.
"Well, we probably have to wait a little longer."
...
Back mountain, pig pen.
It is said to be a pig pen, but it is actually an area designated by the system specifically for raising Montenegro wild boars.
Instead of being devastated and littered with feces and urine, there are green grass and flowers everywhere—all of which are plants with certain medicinal properties that are beneficial to the growth of Black Mountain wild boar into qualified food.
A drunken Montenegrin wild boar lay on the ground, snoring loudly, with a small pile of broad beans filled with wine-smelling pillows in front of his head.
Shanye lay on the pig's body, his eyes rising and falling as the pig's belly moved.
As the name suggests, the task Lin Chou gave to Shan Ye was really "herding pigs".
There is an allusion to herding pigs. The person who is most enthusiastic about this kind of pig herding is probably the Queen Mother Lafayette.
One of her favorite dishes, "white sliced meat," requires a specially prepared piglet. A few days before slaughter, it is fed with specially formulated Chinese herbal feed. Two hours before slaughter, a special little eunuch must be sent to hold the piglet. Chase the pigs all over the yard. Of course, the board is used to hit the pigs, and it can only fall on the pig's buttocks. You will chase the pigs until they can no longer run before slaughtering them. The pig essence and blood trained in this way will be concentrated on the buttocks. The pork butt meat is particularly delicious when used as white meat.
Well - Mr. Shan was indeed tricked by someone Lin.
Not to mention that the dignified Prince of Dashan did the work of a small eunuch, this "rush" alone was not enough.
In order to speed up the blood circulation of the pigs, Lin Chou specially asked Mr. Shan to feed broad beans soaked in wine, but Huang Dashan accidentally fed them too much.
The Black Mountain wild boar is almost the only exotic animal that can be kept by ordinary people without poison, harmlessness and safety. What is its biggest feature?
eat!
lazy!
This is the ultimate home pig that claims to have enough food to stay in the same place for a lifetime.
Do you expect it to get up and exercise after it has eaten and drank enough?
Don’t even think about it!
Good guy, when the board fell, there was no other reaction except for a couple of grunts. He dragged it up by its ears and ran for a long time. His hind legs didn't even bother you to get up.
After struggling for a long time, all the efforts were in vain.
Master Shan was so angry that he slapped him hard, but the Black Mountain wild boar still didn't move - he was drunk!
But looking at the color of that butt, it seems that many of the blood vessels inside have been ripped apart.
Master Shan lay down for a while,
"Ma Maipi, I have to change my pig and start over..."
This time, Mr. Shan learned to be smart. After scattering two handfuls of broad beans, he stopped eating them and picked up the board and slapped them.
"Run! I'll let you Grandpa Dashan run!"
This Montenegrin wild boar cub, which seemed to weigh two hundred kilograms, stood at attention with its big tongue wagging, staring at the bag of broad beans in Master Shan's hand with a particularly stubborn look.
"I'm your mother..." Huang Dashan was so angry that he realized something was wrong after thinking about it, "Fuck...I've been involved..."
Huang Dashan suddenly had an idea.
"Yes!"
He turned around and found a pole and tied it to the pig's back, and then hung a cloth bag filled with broad beans in front of the pole, hanging exactly half a meter in front of the pig's head.
This is great, a perpetual motion machine appears.
The stupid Black Mountain wild boar ran wildly in front, and the stupid Huang Dashan chased after him. Yan returned to the mountain and was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"Pa~"
"Papa~"
"Pa bang bang~"
Huang Dashan looked at the fat pig butt that was swaying left and right like a short-legged corgi forging ahead in the snow, with a lewd smile on his face...well...full of expectation.
"Oh, Lin Zi hasn't handled the ingredients with such care for a long time. Tsk, my mouth is watering just thinking about it!"
"Herding pigs is a bit difficult for others. Only you, Master Shan, can accurately complete such a difficult task. There is no problem at all for you, Grandpa Dashan..."
"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning hahaha..."
Huang Dashan didn't feel any shame.
So face-saving!
What is face?
How much is a pound of circulation?
Can it be eaten as a meal?
Huang Dashan has even estimated a good price for himself. Anyway, he is thick-skinned and must have enough face. If he sells his face, he can probably exchange it for a salt-baked chicken at Lin Chou's...
So Huang Dashan became more interested and smoked with extra vigor.
"Pa~"
"Papa~"
"Pa bang bang~"
"Oh, by the way, don't use too much force."
This thing also requires skills. Smoking is just an attitude. It plays a positive role in promoting the pig, making it feel numb and slightly painful in the rear buttocks.
The board must not be heavy, otherwise if the board is pulled down and the bones and flesh are separated, it will be completely ruined, and even the blood vessels cannot be broken.
This is like a whip candle between men and women. The equipment must be professional as well as the people. Slight pain can excite these guys.
If it hurts a lot...
Go away, you fools will play with you.
Shan Ye feels that he is that kind of professional - although Bao Qi is someone who can feel the pain - who makes the Queen so strong.
In short, it took about an hour before Mr. Shan finally felt satisfied after looking at the two crescent-shaped pig butts.
"Tsk, this is probably what Lin Zi wants... Sigh... who else but me... Sigh... I'm as lonely as snow!"
...
"My ass is here... Bah... Linzi, your butt... Bah... Linzi, the ass you want is here!!"
Huang Dashan happily ran in carrying two pig hind legs and threw them on the chopping board.
"Look at the color of the flesh, it's rose red, look at the blood vessels, not a single one is cracked, how do you like it?"
Lin Chou gave Huang Dashan a frying pan with a dark face. Huang Dashan smiled shamelessly and was pleased with himself.
"Hey, let's go. I've been chasing pigs for more than an hour. I'm already hungry!"
Lin Chou reached out and ordered some pork.
It was hot, and the muscle fibers were even trembling slightly.
"its not right!"
This is a bit too vivid.
Lin Moumou listened attentively, and there seemed to be a faint scream from something in the back mountain.
"Did you forget something?"
Master Shan scratched his head for a while,
"How can I do that? I did everything as you told me. There's no difference at all. I brought it to you after you kicked it out and took off the hind legs. Look at this meat!"
Lin Chou reminded her word by word,
"You forgot to kill the pig!"
Huang Dashan suddenly realized, took a sharp knife from the kitchen chopping board and went out.
"I'm going to kill the pig right now."
Everyone: "???"
Is there something wrong with the order of this dialogue...
Forgot to kill the pig?
Where did that pork leg come from? ?
Sikong, who lacked the most life experience, was stunned for a long time before he could react. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Fuck! This bastard!"
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