After more than half an hour, three bottles of rice wine were poured into the bucket intermittently, and the purple-scaled shrimp king in it finally came down honestly and stopped tossing.

Li Mu tried to poke with chopsticks, but there was still no response.

It seems to have been drunk.

Now Li Mu is relieved, but the taste of this wine is a little strong.

Li Mu took out the bucket, no, it was the purple-scaled shrimp king in the barrel, put it in the sink, and washed it with water, especially the joints, according to the chef, it must be cleaned, otherwise you may have a stomachache if you eat it.

"This hook bites quite deeply." Of course, Li Mu also saw the fishing line in the shrimp's mouth, and pulled it gently, but he didn't pull the hook out.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness of the purple-scaled shrimp king, Li Mu didn't care about the thirty-seven-twenties, he pulled out the hook with both hands, and also carried a little shell from the mouth of the purple-scaled shrimp king, fortunately it was drunk, otherwise Li Mu's hands would have to be purged to bleed just like this.

It took more than ten minutes to finally wash the king shrimp, and the smell of wine on its body was also diluted by the water.

Then Li Mu put the purple-scaled shrimp king on the cutting board, and took a kitchen knife to cut off the useless messy shells on his body, such as the large piece of shell that was dragging on his tail.

And then there's ......

"Such a big purple-scaled shrimp, spicy purple shrimp definitely can't be done, if it's steamed, it's not suitable, it's all drunk so much wine, and the taste of steaming is still good?"

Li Mu thought about it and decided to make this purple-scaled shrimp king in one of the ways that Chef Haiwanglou said.

But in this case, you have to go down the mountain to get some purple scale shrimp down.

So Li Mu washed the bucket and poured another bottle of rice wine. Put the king shrimp in and pour some water. He himself went to the adjacent pantry to find a new fishing line. I caught the rod and took a wooden basin and went up the mountain to fish.

The steamed buns followed behind Li Mu's ass dejectedly, looking so complaining.

Back to the waterhole, sitting on the recliner near the bamboo forest, Li Mu comfortably fished again, maybe there was no king shrimp in the waterhole this time, so the purple scale shrimp bit the hook one after another, and just after an hour, there was enough purple scale shrimp in a small half of the wooden basin.

The steamed bun lay on the ground. Knocking his head on the edge of the wooden basin, his eyes staring directly at the purple scale shrimp in the wooden basin, a trace of crystal saliva at the corner of his mouth was slowly dripping down.

"Dirty or not, you." Li Mu looked back and saw this scene, and immediately grabbed the mantou's ears and lifted its head from the wooden basin.

"Woo." The steamed bun whined aggrievedly twice, as if he was tired of a day, and he was hungry, and he didn't even let the shrimp stop his hunger.

The rest of the dogs are also in this state, and their true colors of foodies are revealed.

Fishing again. Seeing that the purple-scaled shrimp in the wooden basin was almost there, Li Mu took the rod and left.

Back at the bottom of the mountain, Li Mu looked at the bucket, and the king shrimp in it was drunk. There is no sign of awakening, well, and there will be no more in the future.

Li Mu turned on the induction cooker. Take the king shrimp out of the bucket and put it in the pot to boil.

And the purple-scaled shrimp in the wooden basin. Li Mu washed them, and most of the purple-scaled shrimp were directly made into his best spicy purple shrimp. Only this time, the soup was much more than usual.

Put this almost red spicy soup in a separate bowl, and the rest of the purple scale shrimp, Li Mu took it out and gave it to the steamed buns to eat. Five of them were divided into two more, who made it so hard to keep the door every day.

The boiled purple-scaled shrimp king was not so fast, Li Mu waited for more than ten minutes, the water in the pot was boiling, and a rich wine fragrance and elegant shrimp flavor came out of the pot, how to say it, it was a bit nondescript, the first time he made this kind of dish, Li Mu was also a little apprehensive, for fear that this king shrimp would be wasted.

After confirming that the king shrimp was cooked, Li Mulian took it to a large flat bowl and pried open its back shell with a knife, revealing lilac shrimp meat.

"It seems to be a little cold." Li Mu held the hand of the bowl containing the soup for a moment, hesitated, and then poured it into the pot to boil, and then poured it into the body of the king of shrimp.

So the fragrance became fragrant, spicy, and winey, and it smelled good.

Li Mu picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, how to say it, the taste can only be regarded as average, and his spicy purple shrimp is definitely incomparable, but the meat is more slippery, and when the lilac shrimp meat just took a stomach, there was a cold chill from the stomach quickly flowing all over the body, in this process, Li Mu was so frozen that he even stopped breathing.

Fortunately, it only took a dozen seconds for the cold air flow to disappear without a trace.

"Whew." Li Mu gasped for breath and calmed down the excitement and panic in his heart.

This feeling actually existed as early as the first time he ate purple-scaled shrimp, and although it did not appear again after that, Li Mu knew that the more purple-scaled shrimp he ate, the more he could improve his body, and this time, this feeling actually appeared again.

"No, it's the king of purple shrimp." As soon as Li Mu spoke, he was still a little trembling, obviously the chill before was much stronger than the first time.

"I wanted to take it back to my parents to taste, but it seems that it can't be done." With his parents' bodies, I'm afraid they won't be able to adapt to the 'coldness' in the shrimp king's body, "But? ”

Li Mu suddenly turned his head to look behind him, and the steamed buns had already eaten their respective purple scale shrimp in three times and five divided by two, lined up, and sat on the ground obediently, their tails wagging there, and they were very obedient.

Li Mu turned around with a smile and took a few more bites of lilac shrimp meat into his stomach, but this time there was no cold air.

Although Li Mu had expected this situation, he still had some regrets in his heart, after all, that cold air must have greatly improved his body.

"Maybe it's only when you eat it for the first time."

Li Mu slowed down, twisted his neck and shook his buttocks, but how could he feel that his body had not changed at all?

Thinking like this, Li Mu gave each dog a chopstick of king shrimp meat.

Then, the steamed buns, which were originally wagging their cheerful tails, suddenly stopped, as if they had been pointed at in an instant, and they couldn't move at all.

After a while, they got up from the ground and walked around, and the steamed buns ran out directly, and with the leading brother, Erhei Gojo and others also ran out one after another, and began to run a marathon on the mountain.

"Why didn't you see Meng Meng this time?" Li Mu was suddenly stunned, if this was put before, Meng Meng must have been the first to rush over to sell Meng Meng rolling and begging for shrimp meat, this time, why didn't it come?

Li Mu ate a few chopsticks of king shrimp meat, thought about it, and still felt that he should go up the mountain to see this guy, since he became a mother, why is it so uneasy? (To be continued.) )