Lin Chou has always felt that brain cells like Huang Dashan are abnormal organisms in the shape of an axe, and it is a blessing to be able to get a wife.

However, the mountain master casually went to the broken mountain thousands of kilometers away, and happened to catch a graceful and touching woman who was full of ripe fruit flowing with honey-like style as a captive, and beat him eight times a day, and this woman also happened to suffer from Stockholm syndrome, and even more coincidentally, she became his brainless fan.

This, this can't fucking be justified.

If it can be coincidental to this extent, what else do you need to upgrade in those stories before the cataclysm, fight monsters, pick up treasures, and auction of the cave academy - the protagonist's aura and luck are not as good as the big bald head of the mountain master.

Could it be that in addition to becoming stronger, baldness can also be a matchmaker?

Lin Chou couldn't help but touch his broken hair, if necessary, is this handsome .......

Ahem, presumptuous, the parents of the body and skin, the image of the bald head of a certain forest is simply unreasonable!

Lin Chou shook his head vigorously and threw some messy thoughts out of his mind, ready to do something important.

...

The mountain musk deer has been hanging upside down under the silver fir for more than a month, and has completed the initial maturation, which can be used.

The musk deer now looks a bit "skinny", the fur is close to the bones, and you can see the muscles coiling under the skin, and most of the water in its muscles is forced out, along with some of the oil and body fluids are volatilized.

Lin Chou twisted its fur with his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, the peculiar fishiness of the land game on the body of the mountain musk deer was already very light, and there were wisps of extremely inconspicuous musk flavor entwined in it.

"It's just the right time, get down to business!"

If he had to deal with this mountain musk deer at that time, Lin Chou might have to spend a lot of time.

As for now, the heavy Crashing Musk Deer is no more important in his hand than a stuffed animal.

The size of the mountain musk deer does not match its weight, except for the exaggerated musk deer, which is more than three meters long, its body length is not even two meters, but the weight is amazing enough, Lin Chou estimates that it will be at least about twenty tons.

Its two striking corners are very beautiful, like a work of art that has been pondered over tens of thousands of years of adulthood, the color is like black jade, the surface is crystal clear and moist, but it is a soft fur texture to the touch.

There are many masters in the base city who like to take off the heads and necks of the trophies, and make specimens by craftsmen to hang them on the walls of their homes, which can not only show force but also lose the artistic atmosphere.

After struggling for a long time, Lin Chou still chose to directly cut off the two collision corners and put them aside.

Without him, the horn of this musk deer is extremely powerful, but its head looks obscene, like a weasel who failed plastic surgery and went to the Sahara for three years of honeymoon.

Lin Chou felt that it was enough to leave only the bumping horn to hang in the small restaurant, and as for that head, to hell with it!

His aesthetic was not yet distorted to the point of being able to appreciate that grotesque-looking musky face.

Peeling off the fur along the opening left by the forelimbs of the mountain musk deer, the four hooves and the head were all discarded, and Lin Chou moved simply and quickly.

Under the sharp cold iron knife, as long as the mountain musk deer does not deviate from the definition of "ingredients", no matter how strong the flesh is, it is meaningless.

Its fleshy surface is covered with layers of paper-like dark yellow oil, which is very tough and light, and can be torn off in one piece with a light tear - this is the subcutaneous fat layer of the musk deer, but it has matured and dried up.

After all these "oil papers" were removed and put away, the original face of the musk deer meat was revealed in front of Lin Chou's eyes.

"Uh..."

Lin Chou was stunned for a moment, the muscles of the mountain musk deer were actually a faint golden yellow, not the common red meat.

The pale golden flesh surface has a bright color soaked in oil, delicate and smooth, and it has the visual enjoyment that can only be brought by the most perfect ham.

"Good guy, it's a little different."

The fleshy texture of the musk deer is very clear, there is no trace of dampness, and it exudes a heavy fragrance.

This aroma is the smell of musk, and the few musk crystals that Lin Chou stuffed into the body of the mountain musk deer have been completely absorbed by the flesh.

The musk aroma is very special, closely related to the geographical location and recipe in which it lives, and is more like a very complex taste of multiple aromas, and there will be contradictory qualities.

There are many descriptions of musk smells, such as sweetness, fat powder, milky, leather, spicy, woody, etc., and there may be hundreds of combinations of scents that can be mixed with their unique animal scents to produce this different taste.

From this point of view, musk can be called the truffle of the animal kingdom, and the way in which the two scents of musk and truffle work is strikingly consistent.

If you had to describe musk, Lin Chou would define it as a spiritual, warm animal trait, and a natural fixative that provides the perfect base for all tastes.

This can be an invaluable asset for a dish as long as it is used wisely.

Perfectly separating the flesh from the bones, Lin Chou got a complete skeleton of the Crashing Mountain Musk Deer and a large pot full of pale golden musk deer.

The skeleton may be used to make soup, Lin Chou carefully put it away, and the next thing is to deal with the musk meat.

The flesh of the mountain musk deer is comparable to metal toughness, but it is not stubborn at all in Lin Chou Lin Chou's hands.

The incomparably terrifying power skillfully lifted and closed in the palm of his hand, twisting, kneading and rubbing, and the completely dried and dehydrated musk meat became a filament comparable to a hair, less than half a centimeter long, and the countless stubble produced by the broken muscle fibers on the filaments were still clearly visible.

Twisted in his hand and felt the hardness, Lin Chou was very satisfied, and after several processes, these musk meat filaments can be eaten with confidence even by normal people.

", Xiaolinzi, what are you doing, have you changed your career to iron?"

Sikong poked his head out of the kitchen door, apparently just arrived.

The sound of musk meat when it was rubbed in the hands was quite harsh, like metal drawing, like tearing a piece of iron with bare hands.

In short, it is absolutely catastrophic torture for the ears.

Lin Chou sighed,

"I'll be done right away."

Sikong didn't care about this, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and he didn't carry anything strange in his hand.

On top of that, his big duck didn't come along.

"What's delicious? Hey, Xiaolin smash, don't hurry up and be careful! ”

"Maybe when my son is in a good mood, he will reward Xiaolin for smashing you, hahaha..."

Lin Chou sneered and threw the goods out in one pot.