Doomsday Pavilion

Chapter 1265 Brings back painful memories that you don’t want to be mentioned

I don’t know who planted a seed, and then I settled down here and settled down in the wilderness of plants that have been thriving for generations. It’s the problem of eating insects, but ordinary crops such as corn are a safe one.

In other words, as long as they are far enough away from the Mingguang people, they will almost be able to make Wu You’s descendants prosperous and prosperous.

This semi-wild corn field has not been manually selected and rationally planned at all. The corn is clustered in a mess, crowded and impervious to the wind.

This makes each plant grow thin and tall, and there are piles of decayed and decayed senior corpses underneath, and occasionally a few small gray mushrooms grow on it.

You can smell a damp, corrupt smell from far away, but it’s not very pungent.

The plants grew too dense and impervious to the wind, and it was difficult to produce corn cobs inside. Lin Chou walked around and found a few that were fairly plump and put them away.

“Oh huh~”

Surprises are always caught off guard.

Originally, Lin Chou was studying whether the ugly gray mushrooms growing on the ground could be eaten, but when he looked up, he suddenly found a large piece of black mold.

Corn smut, also called black mold and black rice, is a common disease of corn. It is a tumor that grows on the ear of corn, which is filled with black powder and covered with a white or white purplish-red film on the outside.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, what is important is that this stuff is edible and tastes quite good.

When he returned to the small hall, the Uncle Warlock was facing the table full of chicken bones, holding three yellows in his arms.

This means that Master Warlock has no body temperature or even warm in winter and cool in summer. Otherwise, the ambient temperature of 40 degrees will hold the three yellows. If you hold the three yellows for a few hours, it may turn into a roast chicken.

Shan Ye was bare-armed and exposed a stab-scarred tendon flesh, and Wu Ke and Wu Ke were grabbing the last glass of happy water with a hint of cold air.

“Your horse exploded. This bottle was paid for by Daddy. Daddy has to have the last drink!”

“Ha, Lord Shan, you are the prince of the left bank, Ang, said a treat, that’s it? That’s it?”

“Let go, daddy pumps you up?”

“Come on, I’ll just put my face here, you have to aim at it~”

Lin Chou: “…”

It seems that I finally understand how these two made friends.

Uncle Warlock said quietly,

“Linzi, your bucket…”

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

“Yes, yes, it’s for food, just wait.”

Shan Ye took the last glass of Happy Water from under Wu Ke’s eyelids at the attack speed of a standard 6th-order evolutionary, and drank it triumphantly while looking at what Lin Chou brought back, looking slightly disappointed.

“Ah, what the hell is black–no osmanthus cicada and mountain pit snail, daddy hasn’t eaten it for more than a month, right?”

“No, no,” Lin Chou said, “Quickly go away.”

Oh~

I’m so dignified, someone would dare to tell daddy about this trolling? ? Xiao Ga Yazi, you are afraid that you don’t know how to write dead words!

“okay!”

So the mountain master knelt down neatly.

“Well, it’s so lively.”

At this moment, a Sikong came in and saw the bucket in Lin Chou’s hand.

“I’m really too witty, this young man counts, there must be my plot today.”

“Come on, boy, let me have something delicious in Kangkang…”

“Wait, what is this special thing…”

“I’ll leave if I have anything else…”

“Don’t move!” Huang Dashan snapped out and restrained Sagong, and sat down beside Wu Ke. “If you don’t try Master Lin’s new dishes today, don’t even want to leave!”

Sikong: ⊙▃⊙

Sikong was a little confused,

“Don’t tell me, Lord Shan, wait a minute, I wonder if we two have no grudges or grievances, don’t be like this…”

Shan Ye smiled slightly.

“Why don’t you have any grudges or complaints? Do you know if you have a hatred of the rich? I, Huang Dashan, are the best and the leader!”

Wu Ke saw that Lin Chou had entered the kitchen, and he beeped quietly.

“It’s not that the relationship between you and the horse meat noodles will make this not wanting face laugh.”

Sikong swallowed his saliva. He had an ominous hunch when he saw the black thing just now–but he never thought that this “ominous” actually came from Huang Dashan.

Damn it, let me go…

Shan Ye happily put Si Kong under his arm.

Yes, that’s right, it’s under the arm.

With the physique of Lord Shan, Sikong swung next to him like a little chicken, a thick and shaggy arm pressed up, and he couldn’t find Sikong directly.

Sikong was speechless,

“Master Shan, why are you so funny?”

Huang Dashan walked slowly,

“Well each other, what about your tunic suit, aren’t you the class teacher today?”

“Eh, which young Loli do you think you are in your class? Share with us, Lord Shan, I am a famous and intimate Big Brother.”

“I have seen enough of the L code, and it’s okay to change to the S code, isn’t it?”

Sikong said,

“If you have the ability to let go, you see if I don’t hammer you on the spot!”

Shan Ye said,

“Hmm, yes yes yes, I believe I believe, so, which one?”

“…”

Lin Chou has a large pile of things to deal with. He is very busy and has no time for nonsense.

Well, these long-legged octopuses looked a little awkward. Lin Chou chose to gently rub their bodies with sea salt. The professional and sophisticated technique can make them feel tired and energetic a hundred times.

Seeing them stretch their slippery bodies under the comfort of Haiyan, Boss Lin gave a relieved smile.

Rubbing with salt or dough can remove the mucus on the surface of the octopus, and it can also remove the fishy smell.

Of course, in order to save trouble, many people choose to blanch the water directly and cook it again.

Lin Chou strongly disagrees with this approach. The octopus that has been in the pot twice is almost unsightly. It is not just a matter of taste. The meat of the octopus that has been blanched in water is already hard, and the seasoning of the second cooking is not deep. Go in, just stay on the surface-although most people can’t taste the difference, this is a matter of principle and it is related to the fragile dignity of Boss Lin, a little cook.

He is going to use these long-legged octopus to make a spicy stir-fry. It must have the sharp aroma of fresh pepper and the firepower of the wok. The kind of brittle, elastic teeth and tongue that produces fluids is very refreshing and greedy just thinking about it.

“Um…” Lin Chou poked his head out of the kitchen, “How do you make blue crabs?”

“Salt baked!”

“Steamed!”

“Spicy stir-fry!”

“Hetui, you are heresy!”

“Salt-baked is heresy. There is salt-baked chicken and salt-baked meat. Have you ever seen salt-baked crab?”

“It’s a waste of steaming so fat scylla crabs, think about it, stir fry, the ointment is cooked on the bottom of the pot, it is nourishing, it is simply delicious!”

“It’s nonsense, then it’s called anointing~”

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