Before the war, Libya was undoubtedly one of the richest countries in the Middle East. Except for the colonel, who acts a little domineering on weekdays, in fact, ordinary people's lives are quite good. At least they have access to completely free health care, education, and housing. At the same time, life is completely secure.

But when the war began, all that was gone. At the beginning of the war, there were still illusions. I think the war will soon pass and this place will be rebuilt. It's a pity that reality tells them that this idea is too naïve. Opposition forces from all walks of life emerged one after another, and the blood of the four sides was like a river of blood.

Even now, I don't see where the light of victory is. There is only the growing war, the people who keep killing and wounding. Those who can go have already left this war-torn country with their families, and those who can't go can only be desperately drawn into it and pray that they can be lucky to survive.

In the past, when Libya was rich, no one cared about which of the wild vegetables in the Gobi could be eaten. Although their ancestors knew a lot, they no longer needed to eat these bitter seasoning wild vegetables from the Gobi. More elaborate dishes have made their way into their recipes.

This went on for so long that they themselves forgot which wild vegetables they had ever eaten. Hou Dasheng, otherwise. After several trips to the Middle East, he returned and began to look for various documents and began to understand the wild vegetables and spices that grew in the desert.

He did it with a purpose. Quite simply, he'd been in and out of the area. And it may return to the area in the future. Even if you don't come back, it's good to teach this knowledge to other jackals. What many people don't know is that Hou Dasheng even got these wild vegetables and wild seasonings that grow in the Gobi Desert through the channels of service providers.

Then I interviewed a lot of dishes in my own kitchen, how to get rid of the bitter taste, what other spices can be replaced by those wild vegetables and spices. He had basically figured it out. Of course, this is also because he has this hobby as a chef himself.

"Zla~~" Hou Dasheng smeared the cut out mutton fat in the pot, and the white mutton fat was quickly squeezed out. But Hou Dasheng was not ready to ask for this batch of mutton fat, which was used to soak the pot. Wipe everything down and let the oil heat up. Hou Dasheng picked up the pot and spilled the oil.

Picking up another piece of mutton fat, Hou Dasheng began to squeeze the oil. Soon, the lanolin begins to melt and form fat. The squeezed mutton fat was put in a clay pot that was washed, roasted, dried and cooled. At this time, the water of another clay pot "goo~goodo~" rolled up.

Hou Dasheng grabbed the lamb chops chopped into small pieces and threw them in, and a lumpy rhizome plant was thrown into it by Hou Dasheng's rapid planing. Then pour the carrots and re-close the lid. The charcoal fire below was still burning, and Hou Dasheng casually ordered: "When the water is boiling, use charcoal fire instead." Don't use high fire. ”

"Tuk tuk tuk ......" as he spoke, Hou Dasheng's hand began to grab a large handful of long thin strips of washed wild vegetables. The dagger began to rattle on the board. Despite using a dagger, Hou Dasheng quickly chopped the vegetables into minced pieces.

A small hand axe was used as a meat chopping tool by the hound, and the mutton was constantly chopped "......aggressively" on the board. Hou Dasheng glanced at it, and then said: "It's almost, just put a clay pot and two egg whites and stir it up, and just insert a stick in the middle to stand up." ”

Hou Dasheng said, but saw a constipated expression on the hound's face. Hou Dasheng could only sigh, grabbed two eggs and opened them with a "click~", and took a plastic bottle of mineral water. Drink the water dry in one go, and then hold down the mid-abdomen position of the empty bottle and suck out the egg yolk "poo~" with the mouth of the bottle.

Put it in a field lunch box. The hound is like a treasure, and learns from Hou Dasheng to suck out another egg yolk. Then he smiled and poured the egg whites into the minced meat, and began to stir them vigorously with two chopsticks. Don't question why there are chopsticks here, Lu Song has this thing in their reserves.

Hou Dasheng took advantage of this time to start making peace. Noodles are a staple food in Libya. Their traditional staple food is the Hums. This is a kind of noodle food that is similar to bread and somewhat similar to meat buns. It is larger and thinner than the sandwich bun and has a hollow middle.

The reason why it is a staple food is because it is simple to make and has a long storage time. This is very important for living in the Gobi Desert. And it's so versatile that you can eat it with pâté or veggies.

However, what Hou Dasheng wants to do today is not this kind of food. It's a pancake. Pie to be exact. At this time, the water in the clay pot where the soup was boiling boiled. Hou Dasheng picked up a spoon and began to clean up the floating blood foam. Then the clay pot was filled with some water.

Then, we will continue to make noodles.