When Lin Chou started tinkering with those Hericium mushrooms, Huang Dashan knew what this guy was going to do, and couldn't help but cry out in sorrow. He was even more pitiful than Si Gouzi who could pretend to be pitiful.
The finished product of Hericium erinaceus after drying is brown in color with gold in it, and a strip of spines hangs down densely to cover the entire fungus crown. Some of them really look like Hericium heads covered with golden hairs.
The dried Hericium erinaceus does not feel prickly when you hold it in your hand. Instead, it feels like the fur of some large animal, giving people a charming and smooth feeling.
Holding a large handful of Hericium mushrooms in his hand, Lin Chou lowered his head and took a deep breath.
The dried hericium has lost its original "frivolous" feeling, and has an elegant and light fragrance, and seems to have a little more weight, just like the mist and mist on the lake in the early spring morning.
Lin Chou smiled as he smelled a faint scent of oak in the fragrance of Hericium erinaceus.
Well... this can be regarded as a label of the quality and growth environment of Hericium erinaceus.
Huang Dashan voluntarily brought water from the well, just hoping that this guy could quickly prepare the dishes. His pride and handsomeness as Prince Huang did not allow him to personally verify the nonsense of "a fourth-order evolved person drooling to the point of dehydration". proposition.
"Pour it into the pot or?"
"Fill the steamer, the pot, and this basin."
"Um?"
"Hericium needs to be steamed."
"oh..."
Lin Chou put Hericium erinaceus in a large basin filled with water, and then pushed the hot air box to simmer for a while.
Soon, the hericium mushrooms were soaked in an instant, and Lin Chou didn't even have time to ignite the fire in the steamer.
Lin Chou took apart the hazel chicken that had been used to make soup and took off the bones. The chicken was no longer usable, but the bones could still be used again.
The fine hazel chicken bones were dismantled and cracked, then lowered into the pot. After filling with water, Lin Chou covered the top with a two-layered large steamer, and the bottom of the steamer was covered with three layers of gauze.
Lin Chou said,
"There is oil in the bones. If the Hericium mushrooms are not separated and steamed, the mushroom spines will become oily and unsightly, which will also affect the taste."
Huang Dashan: "..."
Damn, it’s not easy being a cook. Are you so thoughtful?
Lin Chou used a large flat-bottomed plate to arrange the large and plump Hericium mushrooms into a small mountain bag, stuffed green onion and ginger segments into the gaps, and poured some cooking wine on top.
Lin Chou took it upon himself to explain.
“No matter how good the quality of Hericium is, it will inevitably have a bitter taste, so after soaking, it is best to steam or boil it with cooking wine, green onions and ginger to neutralize the bitterness. You don’t need to taste it for a long time, just steam it and cook it thoroughly. "
The steamed Hericium erinaceus was cut into large thick slices, and the soup was added to the pot. The soup was boiling, and then the Hash ants that had been processed before were added. Huang Dashan complained about them for a long time because of their "thin" individuals.
Then, the big-breasted sister walked into the kitchen with her head covered in sweat and handed a small bowl of dry stuff to Lin Chou.
"Boss, it's done."
Lin Chou grunted, grabbed it from the small bowl, threw it into the bowl of well water next to it, and then carefully put away the rest.
Huang Dashan pouted, didn't he just ask Chi to get some "big oil" from the Hash Ant? That thing is the dried product of the adult Hash Ant's fallopian tube, who doesn't seem to know.
Then the big oil walked around in the hot air box. When it came out again, it was not the greasy light brown with grayish white thin dry skin and the ugly appearance of Zou Zou Baba. Instead, it was as white and loose as cotton wool. Originally, it was just a bowl. It was so small at the bottom, but now it has swollen and filled the entire bowl.
Master Shan couldn't help but poke it with his hand.
"Hey...it's quite flexible..."
Lin Chou slapped the guy's claws away.
"Stay there for a while."
After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, Lin Chou found several bags with the words "bone", "fat", "tail" and "tendon" written on them in black pen.
This is the "legacy" of that poor mountain musk deer that has turned into xo sauce. Well, that is, the leftovers, all turned into dry goods.
Lin Chou only took two pieces of the tail bone, and the tendons were only two centimeters long. They were already removed scraps. After drying, Lin Chou was quite satisfied with how big they were.
The tailbone can be washed directly and put into the soup pot. The tendon needs to be deep-fried in warm oil for several rounds to get it to the right size. Finally, the pieces should be washed and put into the pot.
Lin Chou held a long-handled spoon and beat out the grease and foam, then gently stirred the pot of fresh soup.
The whole hash ants sank to the bottom of the pot, giving the entire pot of clear soup a hint of blue-black color, like a miniature version of the thick land and undulating mountains; thick slices of Hericium erinaceus were in the clear mushroom soup. When drifting with the current, the hanging fine mushroom thorns drifted in and out without any effort, lightly touching the hash oil like white clouds, as if the two might merge into one at any time.
Huang Dashan muttered,
"Is it because I've been alone for a long time? How can I look at a pot of soup and feel that the scenery is beautiful?!"
Lin Chou said,
"Isn't this the point where you have beautiful features yet? There is still hope~"
...
I don’t know what Master Shan said when he sent the radio to this group of people. This group of evolvers rushed over one by one in a hurry. The convoy was lined up in a long line, which was particularly spectacular.
Wei Tianxing parked the car aside, walked around to the other side as briskly as a fat butterfly flying, and opened the door.
"Baby girl, here we are~"
"Um..."
Wei Qingyu held Wei Tianxing's arm in a dignified manner, so the fat man took a arrogant and contemptuous step forward and entered the small restaurant under the gaze of everyone.
"Hey, screw me for being so bad-tempered! Isn't it just that he has a daughter? Look at him..."
"Isn't it amazing to have a daughter?!"
"That's right!"
"I really want to take off that fat face and paste it on the wall..."
Several middle-aged uncles with considerable strength were indignant and looked at each other with faces full of hatred.
After saying hello with a smile, they each found a deserted corner and hurriedly took out their communication tools.
"Now immediately put on your most naughty clothes and come to Yanhui Mountain... I don't care what big shit you have... I'll give you one... half an hour... to arrive No? I'll give you a discount even if you can't reach your legs! What's the matter? A life-long event!! What the hell... um... um... it's Wei Qingyu... nonsense... of course the one named Wen is not here... Eight hundred of you are not enough for me to squeeze with one hand... Fart... You said you have a good-looking parent? Little bastard, tell me the fucking truth what you did last night, were you high on drugs? No? Why don’t you take a pee and take a picture of yourself..."
Three minutes had passed since he was spitting foam at the mouth, and there was silence on the other side of the receiver, as if he had been scolded.
Putting down their communication tools and straightening out the messed up collars, the middle-aged uncles sighed in unison, feeling that they had aged several years for no reason.
"It's more practical to give birth to this thing than to give birth to a pig's knuckle. Back then...oh...it was my mother's fault!"
