Jevre Vonco didn't have time to deal with the somewhat tangled Lias, and he continued to be busy.

The short chopped ribs and mahjong-like muscles were gently and quickly beaten, shaking the meat to loosen a few points, and then washing them repeatedly in the sweet water one by one.

When they were completely clean, with no blood remaining, Jevre Van placed them on another washed slate.

Wash your hands and mix the sticky blue bone marrow with the light gray minced meat.

Pick up the salt, a little sugar, and a little spice similar to a green onion, sprinkle it evenly, and stir clockwise.

When the bone marrow and the flesh melted and fused together, Yevre began to beat him repeatedly.

The hands danced rapidly, bringing up afterimages, which was simply a fight with the eight-armed hands.

The meaty balls the size of a basin are quickly kneaded into meatballs about an inch in diameter after being beaten back and forth.

"Hey, as for that expression, haven't you seen my craftsmanship, although you haven't tasted it yourself, but at least it won't disappoint you. ”

As soon as the preparations were finally completed, Yevre Ven looked up and couldn't help but explain to Lias's tangled face that he wanted to say and stopped.

"It's nothing, you continue to cook food, the master just remembered something. ”

In the end, Lias didn't ask the question in his heart, and it was still a long time, and it would be revealed one day.

"Master is still waiting for a big meal, come on!"

"Hehe, just look at it. By the way, help me light a fire first. ”

Jevre Win shoved the large bone stick with no bone marrow into the stone three-hole stove, and asked Lias to do a small favor.

Sooner or later, I learned what kind of magic methods such as flame and condensation, and there were no matches, lighters, and running water, which was really troublesome.

As soon as he cooked, Yevre Ven repeatedly felt sorry for this matter in his heart.

Put the sliced yellow fat cubes in the wok and add a little sweet water and let the blazing heat quickly.

At the same time, add most of the water to the soup pot, add a little salt, and let it slowly heat up.

The small amount of water in the wok soon boiled, with a hint of oozing grease, and began to crackle.

Afraid of the splash of oil, Yevre Ven held a special stone shovel two feet long, and slowly flipped it back and forth.

A unique fragrance slowly wafts out, a bit like the scent of lard, but mixed with a special taste similar to tea oil.

It's weird, anyway, but it's not offensive.

It didn't take long, at least most of the pot of water next to it hadn't boiled, and a small half pot of transparent grease appeared in the wok, sizzling.

On top of the tumbling grease, there are still a lot of golden oil residues rippling back and forth, like a boat in the back sea, rowing oars.

"Almost, get out of the pot. ”

Talking to himself, Yevre Wen picked up the stone spoon and put the clear grease into the large stone bowl.

As for the golden oil residue, it is also put aside, and there is another use.

A quick shabu-shabu, throwing away the wastewater, and Jevre Ven was busy again.

Smear a thin layer of grease in the wok, and when it is hot, quickly pour in the fine sugar and heat it evenly back and forth.

When the fine sugar melted quickly and gradually changed color, Yevre Vin quickly poured a large pot of mahjong muscles into it, and flipped it back and forth vigorously to make it evenly colored.

Sprinkled with spices like minced green onions, and a little like fennel and cinnamon, and looking back at the incomplete spice, Evre Ven couldn't help but sigh.

"I don't know when I can collect enough seasonings to reproduce the style of Chinese cuisine!"

While sighing, he added an appropriate amount of sweet water, covered the stone pot, and let the raging fire burn for a while.

I looked at the soup pot, but it wasn't boiling yet, so let's continue to work on the rest.

Put the pan in a pan and let it heat up quickly, and pour most of the clear grease into it.

As soon as there was a bang, the transparent grease slowly changed.

Dense tiny bubbles gradually emerge at the bottom of the pot, well, almost, seventy percent hot.

Jevre Wen picked up a few small ribs lightly marinated with salt and chopped green onions. Put them in one by one.

The oil pot boiled instantly, and a large number of bubbles kept tumbling, as if they were about to fly into the sky.

A special stone shovel is gently pushed back and forth to prevent the ribs from sticking.

The rich aroma of meat, mixed with the smell of tea oil, gradually wafted around the pan and quickly spread out.

"It smells so good!"

Lias sniffled, and the constant influx of fragrance was like a hook, arousing a strong appetite.

Lias stared at the discolored ribs, full of curiosity.

I also made stir-fried pork slices, why is it not so fragrant, and this is obviously still a semi-finished product.

"Why? How did you do it, let the master explain it!"

Curious and puzzled, Lias opened his mouth.

Of course, this strange fat has something to do with the quality of Hercules' own flesh. ”

Jevre Wen asked curiously, as he looked at the ribs that had been fried.

"To be honest, I'm curious. Cannibalism between demons, I'm afraid it's not just because of the scarcity of food, what kind of bloodline nature, I think it's just nonsense. ”

"It must have something to do with the quality of the demons themselves! You see, I've come into contact with a lot of demon corpses before and after, and the meat quality is not bad, at least not worse than beef. ”

"This ....."

When Lias heard this, he was speechless.

"Hmph, I knew that with my keen observation as a culinary expert, that's it, that's right!"

Evre muttered smuttered smuttered, and went back to work.

While continuing to fry the endless ribs, the stone lid was lifted and the boiling cauldron mahjong was quickly stirred.

Then he glanced at the soup pot that was about to boil, and removed most of the big stick bones under the wok and soup pot, and slowly boiled it over low heat.

Taking advantage of the interval between the rolling ribs, the meatballs with a diameter of one inch were all submerged into the soup pot.

The stone spatula is tossed back and forth a few times, which is to prevent the cute little meatballs from sticking to the pan.

..... Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Yevre Wen was calm and relaxed, taking care of the three pots in a hurry.

I kept frying the ribs, looked through the simplified version of the braised mahjong cubes, and poured a few meatballs in the soup pot from time to time.

Lias didn't say a word, his compound eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to withdraw his saliva.

"Lias, hurry up and use your physical talent, this body, but you can't enjoy the food hungry. ”

Glancing at the eager Lias, Yevre Wenshun picked up a stone bowl in his hand, scooped up a bowl full of fragrant meatball soup, sprinkled it with a little salt and minced green onions, and laid it on the flat stone table beside him.