With a pressure cooker, a lot of things are made easy.

According to the simplest method, you can directly throw the meat pieces and seasonings into the pot, and then you don't need to care, just heat it for enough time.

However, they don't have enough time and seasonings, so they always have to do some necessary ingredients before they can operate without brains.

In fact, under normal conditions, if these steps are also carried out before starting the stew, the finished product will definitely have a better effect than the direct stew.

There is nothing else in this house, and a few pieces of iron planks can still be removed. So Hao Dong first asked Luo Buqin to help dismantle an iron plate and smash a rough iron pot, and then set up a small alcohol stove to boil oil.

The snow mountain ape itself does not have a rich fat layer like pigs, and this idea of fat can be said to be hard-won, and it takes a long time to scrape.

And this work is not done by Hao Dong - even if he can convince himself to treat this thing as meat without thinking about anything else, it doesn't mean that he can just put down all the mustard and directly open the butcher mode on that thing.

Luo Buqin dug according to the usual concept of the parts that should have more fat, such as the belly and buttocks, and it turned out that this thing usually does not lack exercise, and the white fat dug out is more fascia in the middle.

The fire of the small alcohol stove is a little big, and the temperature is not enough, but fortunately, the iron plate is not very thick, Hao Dong set up a large pot and boiled the salted meat for a while, and this end patiently boiled it slowly.

The purpose of boiling meat in salt water was to adjust the taste of the meat, but it was just a bit slow to soak, so he still turned on a fire to heat it up.

It's just that if you throw it away like that, the meat will be hard after cooking for a long time, so Hao Dong is not very sure, and he will poke it with chopsticks to see if it is soft and hard after a while.

Sure enough, the oil was not enough to boil, and the meat had to be turned off the heat. There is no switch on the stove from the big iron plate and coil, and when the fire is turned off, the pot can only be taken down.

The next thing can only be seen is God's meaning, because he has no experience of what will happen to this kind of salty meat under the soaking of light salt water.

That Luo Buqin was already a little hungry, and when he saw that Hao Dong had vacated a stove, he didn't pick it, and skewered a few pieces of meat that hadn't even been rinsed with blood, and roasted them directly on the fire.

But this time, it wasn't solid alcohol that was burned, but the pile of rotten wood furniture in the house.

The taste of the barbecue that came out like this naturally couldn't be very good, and Luo Buqin just let himself have a foundation, at least he was not so hungry and flustered, and he could be in the mood to wait patiently for Hao Dong's craftsmanship.

Of course, he not only ate it himself, but also "took care" of Hao Dong and recommended it to him. It's just that Hao Dong's stomach was even more uncomfortable from the smell of barbecue, and he almost couldn't help kicking him out.

The happiest is probably only Shirahoshi, the corpse of the two snow-capped apes, he is not interested in the "meat" part at all, but the internal organs and brains in it, just like eating a small snack and chewing there with a rattling sound.

In the end, Hao Dong couldn't bear it anymore and asked Luo Buqin to pack Bai Xing and take it out the door to eat.

After tossing and turning for a while, I finally boiled out a pot of oil at the bottom.

The color of this oil also looks a little weird, and the color is also very cloudy. However, under the current conditions, it is not so much important.

Hao Dong didn't want to get the little grease that couldn't be made at the bottom of the iron pot, so he simply stir-fried the meat directly on the fire in this pot.

The purpose of stir-frying meat is just to adjust the taste, so as soon as he came up, he put in basically everything that should be put in.

The meat itself has a salty taste, and after a while in hot water, the original salty and astringent taste has disappeared a lot, but it has an earthy smell.

Saccharin is a chemical product that has a strong and bitter taste. After mixing it with boiling water, it was added to the meat, but it suppressed the earthy smell a lot. The original salty and astringent taste has also been diluted a lot, at least it can be eaten.

The soy sauce was the dry clot at the bottom of the bottle, and Luo Buqin later simply smashed half of the bottle, and happily pounded it with chopsticks to dig out all the clots.

At this time, it was thrown into the meat pot, and when it was touched by the hot oil, it really melted away, and the color was still a little bit.

Hao Dong glanced at it and relaxed a little.

Then he added two bay leaves, which were cinnamon leaves.

There was a bag of this thing that fell in the corner of the cupboard. Luo Buqin didn't know it, he thought it was useless tea, and muttered to Hao Dong that someone seemed to be making tea with whole leaves.

Hao Dong didn't care about it before, and only turned it out when he was looking for chopsticks. And I found that the sealing effect of the bag was good, and the fragrance of the leaves was quite strong, so I used it immediately.

The aroma that this leaf adds to meat is not quite the same as that of allspice powder, and the aroma produced after boiling is not particularly strong, and the presence of spices is almost imperceptible, but it can make the natural flavor of meat more attractive.

This snow mountain ape's meat Hao Dong is still the first time in his life, and he needs the help of this leaf very much.

Sure enough, when the two leaves were put into the pot, the air with only a faint salty taste and a pungent sweetness of saccharin suddenly changed, and a leisurely fragrance combined the salty and sweet taste, which made people swallow saliva unconsciously.

Only then did Luo Buqin realize that the leaf that he had ignored was still of great use, and immediately sealed the rest and stuffed it into his bag: "This thing is the golden finger of making meat!" ”

Hao Dong ignored his convulsions, and it didn't take long for the wok to stir-fry - they also had a limited amount of solid alcohol, which also limited his use for a long time, so he hurriedly turned all the pieces of meat in the oil, pulled aside and washed the simple version of the pressure cooker, and poured all the pieces of meat from the iron pot into it.

The taste has been adjusted before, and the pressure cooker stew, because the internal environment is sealed, the water precipitated by heating in the meat dish will not run to the outside of the pot, and the reflux is the most natural and mellow broth, so you don't even need to add water, just stew it directly.

The heating efficiency of the coiled iron plate is very low, and the temperature is not as high as that of the alcohol furnace.

Luo Buqin understood that this stew was definitely a long-term process, so he touched the wire a little more, thinking about how to wrap the handmade iron pot and make it a special-shaped iron plate for iron plate burning.

If the transformation is successful, he thinks they can try to eat the fried pork slices directly. After all, Hao Dong has only drunk water and not eaten for more than six hours now, and he may not feel anything for a while, but there will definitely be adverse reactions in the future.

Hao Dong was indeed a little hungry and couldn't stand it, so after sitting on the meat pot, he fell to the ground, intending to sleep first.

As a result, I walked to the familiar alley in a daze, and suddenly found that the big iron door that was usually mysterious and abnormal was hidden in the thick fog today, and it was quite down-to-earth and turned into a big oily wooden door that provoked a small curtain.

There is no doubt that the door is definitely a small restaurant that may not have any health permits.

Luo Buqin was sitting at the door with his curly hair on his side, frying ribs, and his greasy hair was thick enough to hold the ballpoint pen for bookkeeping.

Seeing Hao Dong walk in, he raised his head and showed a wolf-grandmother-like smile: "Human tenderloin, come and taste it?" ”

Hao Dong was agitated and woke up completely.

Hunger had already slowed down his movements, but his sleep did not improve, but made him feel more weak in his hands and feet.

The air was filled with a fishy sweet smell, and it smelled weird. Hao Dong turned his head effortlessly, and saw that Luo Buqin was seriously frying meat slices.

Even if he had watched Hao Dong's process of making meat, he couldn't expect Luo Buqin to learn and use it immediately, in fact, he didn't think about how elaborate he was to do it.

Although he changed the frying at this time, he still adhered to the previous method of grilling the meat pieces, and only rinsed the meat slices with clean water, and regarded them as clean.

In addition, knowing that the meat itself will come out salty after heating, he even saved the step of seasoning, and fried it directly in the pot.

If there is a seasoning effort made, it is probably to crush a few bay leaves and knead the crumbs directly into the meat slices.

So when it was finally fried, the refreshing fragrance of cinnamon appeared between the bloody smell and the earthy smell, which combined into a powerful force that made Hao Dong dream of frying human flesh.

It's just that Hao Dong is really hungry at this time, and after his reason was forced to a certain extent by hunger, the scene in the dream was directly left behind by him. Although he knew that Luo Buqin made the meat smell like this, it was estimated that it might not be able to make people eat it, but he still swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Luo Buqin was very good, and took a string of wire to Hao Dong: "Eat some?" The braised pork has only been stewed for about 20 minutes, and it is estimated that the heat is still almost good. ”

Hao Dong was a little confused, he felt that although he didn't sleep well this night, he should have at least an hour's rest. Unexpectedly, it was only half an hour, and time seemed to slow down here.

The fried pork slices in front of the tip of his nose exuded a smell of unwashed pork kidneys, and the color was a strange purple, and Hao Dong was a little unsure whether this thing was poisonous for a while.

But hunger can indeed overcome many things, and the previous persistence has been shattered by this point, except for the little frightening feedback in the dream, there is basically no sense of existence.

And the attraction of flesh and blood became more and more obvious at this time, especially the smell of blood, Hao Dong fully felt the allure revealed there.

Luo Buqin put the meat skewer to his nose and handed it to him again: "Make do with it first." ”

Hao Dong felt a hula dizziness in his head, and the next second he found that he had finally bitten the piece of meat into his mouth. The strange smell rushed to the nose, and the stomach turned over for a moment.

But the amazing thing is that he originally expected that the feeling of turning the river and the sea should be caused by nausea and resistance, but in fact, he found that it was simply a simple hunger and stomach pain.

The excessively empty stomach pouch immediately spasmed after being stimulated by the smell of food, and Hao Dong, who was sobbing and sobbing, broke out in a cold sweat. At the same time, with hunger, the instinct to eat overshadowed everything, and he swallowed the strange-tasting slices of meat without hindrance.

Luo Buqin sat not far away, and handed Hao Dong a string of strings: "Look, everything is bullshit when you're hungry." Let me tell you, Xiaodong, this is the taste of 'pain'. ”

Luo Buqin's pretending words entered from Hao Dong's left ear, leaving a rough impression in his mind, and soon went out from his right ear.

Just like Luo Buqin said, everything is bullshit in the face of hunger. Life perception or something, it's a fart of a fart.