Shan Ye's face flushed,

"What kind of thorny old buds, aren't they also planted in the forest, it is said that they are quite delicious, snow clams or something, Lao Tzu will find them sooner or later."

No one paid any attention to him.

Warm wine picks up a piece of fried beef trotters and puts it in the mouth, and the irritable, fiery spicy sensation like a flame goes straight to the tip of the tongue, which makes people not vomit and unhappy, and spicy makes people's scalp numb.

The thin slices of cowhide and beef tendon are full of toughness, crisp and elastic when chewed, and after adapting to the spiciness, the mouth is full of refreshing flesh and bones, and the thick ink and color make people forget to return.

"Click, click."

Everyone has clearly discovered the beauty of this dish, and this fried beef trotter clearly belongs to a completely different category compared to the fresh and bright lamb.

One is like a small jasper, the wind blows the willows, gentle and moving, and the smile is clever;

One is like a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, believing in horses and horses, happy and enmity, delicate and spicy.

But undoubtedly...

Stir-fried beef trotters are the best to drink!

Wen Chongjiu grabbed the wine jar and poured it violently, the wine was wet with his clothes, the wine was overflowing, his face was red as blood, and he shouted,

"Whew... Joyfully! ”

Bai Qiongtou, Shen Feng, Wen Zhongjiu and the old man, the people at the table were in full swing, but the mountain master was excluded.

Others have a scorching summer, but only the surroundings of the mountain master are like snow in June.

The mountain lord swallowed his saliva wildly,

"Damn, you guys are all sadists, and I want to drink too...."

"emmmm," Comrade Xiao Wu muttered for a long time,

"Master Shan, I still have a bottle of kvass, made of barley, an alcoholic beverage, which is sweet and refreshing, why don't you have some too?"

Huang Dashan's face turned blue and he scolded,

"What the fuck is like horse pee, you dare to say it's wine?"

The crowd rebuked in unison,

"Wu Ke, you dare!"

Comrade Xiao Wu was so frightened that he shrank his neck, and both sides were not good.

"Gotta count me for talking..."

The potted plant was really cherry red by the spicy cherry mouth, and the eyes that looked at Yeluan were full of sympathy,

"Hey, that big-breasted woman, don't you really come and eat together?"

Yeluan shook his head and smiled,

"I've just eaten, and besides, I don't eat meat."

Potted plants pout,

"It's pitiful... But you don't even eat meat, how did you grow into ~~ that shape, this is against the laws of physics at all. ”

The swallow sneered,

"Girl, you seem to have forgotten that there is a fruit called... Papaya. ”

Bonsai said angrily,

"Papaya or something, it's all a lie, Aunt Ben asked me to get some pink papaya from all the way, and it didn't work at all."

The mountain master smiled lewdly,

"Poor milk Lori big-breasted royal sister, there is a destiny in the dark, you have been attached to the permanent attribute by the great will of this heaven and earth, and it is useless for you to struggle."

The potted plant even has green eyes,

"Hey, the dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, you break it blindly!"

Shan Ye sneered,

"Lao Tzu is a cultural person, do you know what a cultural person is, can I talk nonsense? Are you kidding! I say this because I have solid evidence! ”

“...”

A group of people, you look at me, I look at you, almost laughing,

"Tell me, then, what evidence?"

"Stupid!" The mountain master snorted coldly, "Listen up! ”

"There is an ancient poem:

Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju.

Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with Qiong Yao.

Vote for me with Mu Li, and repay it with Qiongjiu. ”

The white dome blinked,

"It sounds like that, but ...... What does that mean? ”

The potted plant shuddered for a moment and whispered to himself,

"This, this is not scientific... There are still people..."

Huang Dashan rubbed his bearded chin twice, stretched out a little finger, and shook his head with great seriousness.

"The meaning of this ancient great sage poem is, no matter what you give me melons, fruits, peaches and plums, and give them back to you, just such a big piece of broken jade, well, just a gada."

“...”

Well, I hope this ancient sage doesn't jump out of the coffin board and break your back molars.

Drank a cold beer and was refreshed.

Everyone was in high spirits, and there were more and more empty wine jars, and Lin Chou was even more smiling.

However, he still withdrew from the drinking party, because the yak frozen in the underground cold storage still needed to be disposed of by him, and he couldn't be delayed.

The meat quality of yak is different from that of ordinary beef, and the "cow" flavor is stronger, that is, it is more fishy, and it tastes tougher.

Although yak does not bleed the beef will make the beef tender, in the same way, the blood will also make the meat smell a little stronger.

After a few hours of freezing, the blood in the beef has lost a few more points, but it still looks thick in color, almost blue-purple.

For a chef who pursues color and flavor, this is not the color effect that Lin Chou wants.

But it is perfect for a unique way of eating yaks.

Air-dried yak meat, with bones and skin, does not need to be bloodletted or any treatment, and the mature beef meat is bright red, rough and bold is unmistakable.

The history of the Han people's consumption of raw beef dates back to 3,500 years ago, and at that time's productivity, eating beef was undoubtedly a luxury, and it was often accompanied by the harshness of the law.

But earlier than that, it was the meat products in Tibetan areas that used yak meat as the main ingredient.

Yaks grow at high altitudes, where the living conditions are bitter and cold, and food is not abundant.

Yak meat is less lumpy fat, higher in protein, and its nutrients are hidden in the cells at a deeper level, which can be converted into calories at any time to survive.

Similarly, colder regions mean fewer parasites, bacteria, etc., so it is relatively safer to eat raw yak meat.

There are many practices of eating raw yak meat in Tibetan areas, but air-dried yak is undoubtedly the most widely accepted of them.

The slaughtered yak is broken into two pieces from the vertebrae, the hair is roasted and the black ash is scraped off, and the surface is evenly coated with rose salt from the world's highest peak, Temur Raya.

Rose salt is less salinous, fragrant, and very mineral.

And the same root and the same origin, it can collide with wonderful sparks.

Lin Chou needs to simulate the icy weather and cold wind of the plateau in the underground cold storage, and only the air-dried yak made by such a temperature and environment can truly restore its most original taste.

Fortunately, the temperature of the cold storage can be controlled, so Lin Chou found the sleeping trough system and got a high-power hair dryer, which was blowing on the yak.

Yak meat also needs proper light, so Lin Chou made a simulated fluorescent lamp and set it to shine for 16 hours a day.

After doing all this, Lin Chou clapped his hands...... Then scratch your head......

"No, the things I've been doing lately don't seem to be any immediate work."

Indeed, Lin Chou's recent things, including bacon and cured bear's paws and this air-dried beef, are as short as a few months or as long as several years, and there is really nothing that can be enjoyed immediately.

"That's not good."

Lin Chou said this in his mouth, but he happily walked out of the underground cold storage, and he was in a very happy mood.