Some foods look ordinary, and even a little shabby, but they can go straight to the depths of people's souls, to put it simply, they are delicious and make people kneel directly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For example, butter bibimbap and lard bibimbap.

The most common white rice, the only requirement is that it is hot enough. There is no need for any cooking skills, just a small piece of solidified butter or lard nestled under the rice, wait for 30 seconds, and then add a little soy sauce. At this time, the only thing that needs to be paid special attention is - don't shake your hands, you can't add too much soy sauce, too much, once you add too much soy sauce, the bowl of bibimbap will be completely ruined, because you can't feel anything but salty.

The melting point of butter and lard is very low, and it will soon melt little by little under the impetus of the heat of the rice, and the melted animal fat will make the white rice soaked in oil shiny. Mix the rice carefully with chopsticks so that each grain is stained with sparkling oil.

After the first bite of it, the first reaction is the strong aroma of the animal fat that fills the brain and melts into the mouth, and then there is the flavor of soy sauce, and the whole person will be rippled in that taste, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

What weight loss, what cholesterol, you will leave all these nasty and oppressive words behind you, and you will not see anything in your eyes except that magical bowl of bibimbap.

Lard is such a magical and domineering thing.

The dough was almost loose now, and Chang Zhaowen lifted the wet towel covering it, and the golden dough reappeared in the light of day.

Chang Zhaowen lightly tapped the dough with his hand, it was not as elastic as ordinary dough, and it was slightly hard, but this was also expected, after all, this was not ordinary white dough, 2/3 of it came from the calcium carbonate and chitin in the ground Lingqi soil.

In this way, adding lard is a better solution, and the smooth animal fat can greatly moisturize the dry and hard dough.

Out of prudence, Chang Zhaowen pulled out the Cold Shadow Knife, and at the moment he held the handle of the knife, he settled down. "Bang", his heart contracted violently, and at this moment he seemed to be fused with the knife in his hand, and a faint blue knife qi faintly appeared at the blade.

Now is the time!

The knife fell, the blue light flashed, and the dough on the board doubled.

Again!

Chang Zhaowen was angry, and it was another knife.

Chang Zhaowen nodded with satisfaction, since it is a competition, it is still necessary to be cautious. Now that the huge pillar of light representing the time of the game has been cut in half, there is not so much time.

If something goes wrong in any of the next steps, at least he still has enough dough to have to start all over again. This is also an insurance policy for himself.

"Damn, humans also have magic weapons, you see that his dough is actually cutting more and more!"

"Nonsense, if he didn't have two brushes, he wouldn't have forced Gucci to kick the gym. ”

"Yecai toad soup, whoever eats it knows, don't explain!"

"Uh...... Maybe this human kid really has this ability to turn decay into magic!"

"Suddenly I'm looking forward to the food made by Ling Qitu, I can't think it's because my brain is broken, right?"

"Upstairs, you're not alone!"

"Upstairs, you're not a demon!"

"Upstairs, you're not a demon!"

"Upstairs, you're not a god!"

What does it mean to say that the wind is rain, what is the wind to turn the rudder, and what is the wall-riding faction?

It's you, it's you, it's you! The audience on the stage instantly changed their painting style, and there were more people who were optimistic about Chang Zhaowen.

"The throwing weapon that Gu Qi made is not creative, but he can still make the seven soil of the ridge and eat it, which is the real skill!"

"I'm amazed by this human skeleton, maybe it can really be done!"

"Do you smell it? It smells so good!!

"MD, the snake spirit next door is dripping saliva on my head, what a big lump!"

"Snake saliva is a baby, what is your name, don't kneel down and thank you~" It seems that this drooling deity has also come to send a barrage.

"P, the baby's name is ambergris, I don't read much, don't lie to me!"

Chang Zhaowen divides the dough into small balls of equal size, grabs one and flattens it flat, rolls it out into a thin dough with a rolling pin, picks up a small piece of lard that has slightly condensed into a white paste with a knife, and evenly spreads the oil on the dough.

Since brewing a pot of Jin Junmei and drinking it, Chang Zhaowen's inspiration has not stopped, at first he thought of using Lingqitu to bake some biscuits as refreshments, with mellow tea soup, presenting a set of authentic British afternoon tea.

But people are not as good as heaven, and even if he rummaged through the pile of tools that Harvey provided for everything, he couldn't find anything that could replace the oven. Perhaps, he found a huge asphalt barrel, which was supposed to be the simple stove for roasting sweet potatoes that he used on the streets when he was a child, but it was almost impossible to complete the task of making a fire, testing the fire, and adjusting the temperature in a short time.

In the midst of chaos, long-lasting memories will pop up.

Some things are rarely recalled because they are too far away, or this memory is not very pleasant, and even the memories that they think they have let go of long ago have never faded, and have been hidden in the deepest part of the mind.

Lard pancakes!

These four words suddenly came out like this for no reason, carrying the bitter memories of a gloomy childhood.

The human brain is really a very wonderful thing, many things you have not studied carefully, just a quick glance at a casual moment for many years, but in a special environment, or under pressure, those thin memories of the fragments are pieced together little by little, slowly piecing together a series of complete and clear pictures.

Then it was decided, the lard pancake with Jin Junmei, the English afternoon tea became a Chinese-style pastoral morning tea in a second.

Fold the left layer after layer of the dough that has been coated with lard, and grasp the end of the noodles that have been folded into long strips with each hand. The wrist swung flexibly, shaking as he pulled, and the golden strip threw out a semi-circular arc of light in mid-air. Soon the dough is elongated into a slender strip.

Grab one end of the long dough, place the other parts on the board, pick and wrap your hand around it, and slowly roll up the slender strips, and soon the slender strips are coiled into a perfect circle. It looks a bit like a mosquito coil lit in summer.

Perfect!

Chang Zhaowen looked at the round cake in his hand with satisfaction, he had never made lard pancakes, and he had never even eaten them, but he could actually make them. Could it be that I didn't eat it when I was a child, the stimulation was too deep, and I could come up with a way to do it just by relying on my brain, and I was able to make it decent.