If Huang Dashan can see this paragraph, there will definitely be a familiar rush - there is no most basic trust between people, Lao Tzu takes you as a chest, and you step on a horse but steal the teacher quietly?

This kind of smile born from the mountain master is easy for ordinary people to bear, and it will lose the SAN value.

Silly fufu laughed for a while, Lin Chou started to remove the roots and cut off all the amaranth, leaving only the thick and reckless old stalk.

With a pinch of the hand, the thickness of the amaranth stalk is at least two millimeters, and the stem bark is not at all, but there is only a small wet trace under the skin, and the hardness can completely pretend to be a willow branch to smoke people.

Yes, that's right, what Lin Chou wanted to do was the stinky amaranth stalk that was revered as one of the "NB Three Stinks" (no problem, ningbo) before the cataclysm.

The local reputation of this thing can be called the "Ten Thousand Family Buddha" level, and the popularity outside is relatively sparse.

When it comes to stinky amaranth stalks, many people know that some old-school stinky tofu in the Hulan area is fermented with the old brine of stinky amaranth stalks, and the stinky amaranth stalks are famous, but people are surprised that stinky amaranth stalks can become a dish in themselves.

The method of making stinky amaranth stalks is very simple, and the first thing you need is a jar of so-called "old marinade".

There is no ready-made brine Lin Chou, but fortunately, he has an all-powerful "time machine", and he can do some "old" old things.

Take a dozen amaranth stalks, wash and peel them, then cut them into small pieces of two centimeters long, soak them in a rough clay pottery with good air permeability, and then put them into the hot air box to experience the fateful cycle of "one day and night".

You don't even need to add salt, you can just use water, and if you are a little more particular and pretentious, such as Lin Chou's aunt, you can choose to use the second rice washing water, which ferments faster and the brine is more acidic.

A day and night in the hot air box, the time outside was only a minute, and when Lin Chou took out the clay pottery again, a layer of "bloated" white bubbles had already floated on the water surface inside the clay pottery.

The short body sniffed, and a sour feeling rushed straight to his head, but fortunately it didn't reach the point of pungent and spicy eyes.

The rice washing water that has been soaked in amaranth stalks has become sticky and slippery, as if it has been hooked through a thin thickener, which looks very similar to thin porridge water or noodle soup, and the shadow reflects the greenery of amaranth stalks, and it has become a bit of an ancient charm.

Before the cataclysm, a few areas called this brine "water", which seems to have a little bit of "swill" meaning, and we don't know the specifics.

However, the water needs to be further thickened, and the amaranth stalks are removed, and a little soaked bamboo shoots, sour bamboo shoot soup, green broad beans, edamame beans with skin, or salted sauerkraut pickled last winter are all basic operations, and the taste is different and the same end.

As the old saying goes, "rotten hair is fat, stinky and fragrant", it can be regarded as the mystery of water modulation - the ancestors can pull it out and slip it out when they arrive at such a time, and the thief chicken is pragmatic.

These excipients are added to the water, and generally it takes at least three to four days of fermentation before they can be declared successful and approved for use.

The definition of a successful pot of water is that it is as white as milk, viscous and smooth, and it must have "thickness" and appear clear and not turbid.

Of course, the smell is bound to stink, but the smell must have "fragrance" - even after experiencing the destruction of the water, 99% of the nose's sense of smell will temporarily be declared quiet.

But incense is incense, it's really fragrant~

At the same time as the water was completed, the sound of Huang Dashan retching came almost immediately outside,

"Niang, this kid is cooking!!"

This feeling is amazing, especially for ~

Lin Chou smiled.

"Well, this attitude is right, then the water can basically be declared a great success."

This is a smell that can't be concealed even by growing red beans, and perhaps only the seeds of ripe red beans can be worn on the body.

This stinky smell can be regarded as the source of the smell of some old-fashioned stinky tofu, with such water and a certain amount of marinade to soak the tofu, over time the marinade of soaked tofu will become black and bright like soy sauce, and it will last for a long time.

Of course, what Lin Chou wants to do today is not stinky tofu, sprinkle a handful of green salt in the water, stir it clockwise with the most ferocious attitude, stir until a layer of fine and dense foam floats in the water, and then beat the foam off and beat it clean.

The process of stirring allows the water to come into full contact with the air, and it is more active and aggressive when used to make stinky amaranth stems.

This time, the amaranth stalks do not need to be peeled, washed and cut into small pieces four to five centimeters long and put into the reel, with a piece of camphor wood or metasequoia wood tied together with bluestone, press the amaranth stalks, so that they are completely immersed in the water surface for better fermentation, and finally seal the clay pottery.

As the clay pottery entered the ice bellows space, the smell was partially dissipated, and Lord Huang pinched his nose and "climbed" into the store, he trembled and stretched out his hand,

"I, I think I can salvage it again......"

Behind him was the big guy of Xue Tuanzi, and the two of them were in completely different states.

The big guy of the snow dumplings is bouncing, heng mengheng,

"Wow, is it stinky tofu, it must be making stinky tofu, it's spicy, it tastes very warm!"

Bonsai is full of anticipation,

"It's a stinky mandarin fish, right, it must be a stinky mandarin fish!"

Zhao Er was silent, are these guys stupid, Lin Chou doesn't have any cow attributes, what he eats is grass and milk, can he still turn amaranth into fish?

Qin Wuyong didn't dare to squeak at all.

Said, look at the strange enthusiasm you discussed, why are you useless brother always have a kind of cold rush!

Whatever it is, it looks like he's going to end up being the first to test the poison...

(The world is hot and cold, cold as paper!) ）

Lin Chou was so stirred up by a few guys,

"Well, yes, it's a bit vegetarian, do you want to consider some meat?"

In fact, the finished product of stinky amaranth stalks does not need too much cooking, and steaming with vegetable oil or sesame oil is thick enough, which is suitable for all ages to send porridge to rice.

Phew, add to the snake.

"Ding~"

The hot air box made a nice prompt sound, and Lin Chou didn't sell it, and brought out the pottery.

"Lin's secret stinky amaranth stalks, you deserve the ancestral old craftsmanship, open the altar!"

"Scared, to... Do you want to do it..."Huang Dashan wailed, "Shangxian spares his life, Shangxian has received supernatural powers~"

Lin Chou glanced at him, why does this guy always steal the show?

Even if the lid of the altar is not opened, the smell may be described as "rancid" and still permeate the smell.

It's like a slippery tentacle in the dark, silently appearing behind someone's back, aiming at someone's nasal cavity and pumping frantically.

Qin Wuyong and Huang Dashan almost fainted on the spot,

"Wo, I'm suffocating... Knock... I'm out of breath..."

The acting is exaggerated and has bad reviews.

Lin Chouke still remembered the time when Qinshan Martial Arts School celebrated, Huang Dashan guarded the stinky tofu fetal position, and the Buryat buns ate the smell of thief chicken.

When Lin Chou fished out the soft and collapsed amaranth stalks, Huang Dashan had something to say,

"Eh, I'll go, is this a green shi!"

"Sure enough, it makes sense that humans are carnivores, humans can't digest so many green plants, otherwise they can only see you tomorro, it's disgusting..."

Click, squeak.

Congratulations to Huang Dashan for obtaining the ice sculpture status, which lasts for 3min.

The big guy of Xue Tuanzi silently withdrew the hand on Huang Dashan's shoulder, as if he had done a trivial matter.

The snowman looked at the stir-fried mustard crown in his hand, three tuck and two plugs (sei), and the crown disappeared from his plump waist - you see, this is the big guy.

Even if there is no warlock with the bug skills in his sleeve, there is a way not to lose things, and the warlock uncle is compared with the snow dumpling boss, and some of the attributes of losing things are simply desperate.

I opened up a private space by myself, and the things contained in it were still thrown away, and who knows how to describe the attributes of this ghost animal.

Ahem, my train of thought has gone off track again.

Lin Chou put the stinky amaranth stalks on a large plate, poured a few drops of clear oil, and steamed them in a steamer.

In an instant, the extremely aggressive hot smell was full of passion.

Huang Dashan sniffed, and his voice became rammed,

"Hmm~I can't smell it~"

His nose is now down to protect himself and has nothing to fear.

Lin Chou rummaged in the thermostat for a while and found a pot of raw porridge,

"That's lucky!"

A few abalone still simmering in the clay pot still have the remaining liver, not much, but you can put some late cabbage sum into the porridge and roll it, which can be said to be a very nice match.

Zhao Er's eyes were a little shiny when he looked at the pot of porridge, he had tried the delicacy of raw abalone liver, and he naturally didn't want to miss such porridge in vain.

Each person has an old bowl of seafood porridge, and in the middle of the table is a plate of steamed stinky amaranth stalks.

Huang Dashan was in tears,

"This is the most humble meal I've had since I came to Yanhui Mountain, and there is no one."

If Sikong is here, he will definitely scold Huang Dashan,

"Fart, how can it be reasonable, unreasonable, anyway, isn't there another dish, more than a little stronger than that horse meat noodle soup!"

After all, while the nose had not yet recovered its function, Huang Dashan picked up a piece of stinky amaranth stalks, opened his mouth and bit it.

"Oh, Holy Light, this evil looks worth fighting emmmmmmmm~"

"Eh, that's not the case..."Lin Chou finished speaking, and Huang Dashan had already swallowed the thing with a grunt.

Huang Dashan smacked his lips and said,

"A little, what did you just say?"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes calmly,

"I'm welcome to say that skin can't be eaten."

Boss Lin led by example, his chopsticks fell, and the amaranth stalk was in his mouth, sucking gently,

"Wow~tsk~"

It is a typical representative of stinky fragrance, as if some kind of soft glutinous gum immediately rolled off the tip of the tongue, the mouth melted away the slightest coolness, and there was an indescribable fragrance in the slight smell, which looked like stinky tofu but had more taste of green vegetables.

It's like sucking a snail, sipping the hidden vegetable core in your mouth, leaving only the tubular hard and tough skin to discard it.

What is the specific taste, to borrow a comment from a certain bean juice: "It is simply the smell of bacteria's hot sweat rubbing mud in the ashes of mung beans and corpse water." ”

Very coquettish, very offbeat.

The smell of stinky amaranth is strong, long and long-lasting, but there is no trace of "greasy" when eating, and the light aftertaste seems to be astringent and sweet, and there is a little fresh meaning.

How smart Huang Dashan is, he immediately learned from him, and kept smacking his lips with taste,

"Hey, this taste... emmmm... Everyone, slow down, I will eat another pound and taste it, and maybe I will find the right adjective to describe..."

The original someone snorted coldly,

"Hey, who's rare!"

Zhao Er even sent away half a bowl of porridge with stinky amaranth stalks in the blink of an eye.

Compared with other people's painting style, the snow dumpling boss seems much more leisurely.

He first put a stinky amaranth stalk in his bowl, stood up, and then gently tapped it with chopsticks, and the skin of the amaranth stalk immediately "jingled" away from the body, and the green and tender vegetable core showed off its posture alone, which was particularly elegant.

"Click"

The big guy of Snow Dumplings seems to be chewing a sweet and juicy sugar cane, and his voice is crisp.

say

"Well, it's much more fragrant than frozen stinky tofu! Crunchy and sweet! ”

Everyone pondered this sentence for a long time, and they were all wondering what the so-called "frozen stinky tofu" tasted like.

Knock, is the quick-frozen stinky tofu still so stinky, will it be covered with honeycomb holes everywhere like frozen tofu, and what weird changes will the taste have?

As a professional chef, Boss Lin is not exempt from vulgarity, he feels that he can remember this slot for a lifetime - the chef is not omnipotent, you never know how your customers will eat your dishes and what kind of commotion will occur.

Just like before the cataclysm, a certain delivery rider sent a full two catties of "no sugar, no salt, no spicy fried peanuts" to the customer who ordered the meal, and then learned that it was for a certain Erha, so he casually reminded that even if it is "only what you can't think of, there is nothing you can't find in its stomach", the legendary creature Erha can't eat too many peanuts, and many dogs don't eat this thing at all, but in exchange for a fat beating, it's all a operation.

"emmmm, what to eat, how to eat, and who to eat is the guest's business, I just cook honestly, it's not right to complain about God."

The big guy of Xuetuanzi sighed,

"It's warm and delicious!"

Lin Chou doesn't know how to describe his mentality anymore, is it collapsed or collapsed?

God knows how to eat a chilled stinky amaranth stalk whose temperature can freeze the evolutionary to the point of doubting his life, so that it can "taste warm".

system scrolling,

"Drop, congratulations to the host for making a recognized delicacy, the stinky amaranth stalk of the stinky combination package, the first production gets a 120% special effect bonus, exempts some negative effects, and all attributes are -1.

Finale:

Those who eat this dish have a slight chance of reaching the end of life, that is, the end of their potential, and the remaining theoretical life expectancy will be reduced by 98.7654321.

Similar Smell:

1. Those who eat this dish will inevitably have a sense of identity in various senses with the host and the various reasonable or unreasonable aspects of Lin's Restaurant.

2. Those who consume this dish will have a small chance of developing an inevitable sense of identity in various senses when confronted with any intelligent and life-threatening enemy unit.

Concentrate:

(Currently effect 1 stack, +10% chance to be an 'influencer' when triggering a similar smell)

This 'sense of identity' is literal, does not involve reason, and cannot be absolute.

When the person using the dish produces a special effect, the will and spirit of both parties are used as the first reference factor to determine the 'influencing party' and the 'affected party'.

PS：

Do you remember that there is such a legendary creature that is good at developing a strange sense of identity with some uninvited guests? ”

Boss Lin has a lot of experience in dealing with the dog beeping system in the wind and waves, and he doesn't care about any special effects, he is very calm.

However, when he discovered something particularly terrifying, he couldn't calm down at all.

Instead of 1, his total stat is reduced by 1, but by 1.2 on the horse-

Knock!

There is still heavenly reason in this, and the conscience of heaven is lost!

The poor intelligence value is already so miserable.,And I'm going to be pitted from time to time.,When can I earn back the extra 0.2 that has been subtracted.,Next time, if you come out with a dish that minus 11,000,000,000 base...

Hey, the sack of the ball, it seems that he doesn't have that much intelligence, huh?

Lin Chou: "......"

Lin Chou said to the potted plant,

"Please borrow your snipping thing, thank you."

With a snap of his fingers, Qin Wuyong, who had fallen into a state of "true fragrance" and couldn't take care of himself, immediately instinctively pressed a certain button of the recorder.

The sad BGM starts ~

Boss Lin's overflowing vicissitudes almost drowned Qin Wuyong.