I ran over to see that three of the six lanterns of the good guy had fallen into the pit, and there was a thick layer of crabs on them, and the others were simply pushed and rolled several meters away from the pit, and the lamp oil was sprinkled all the way, and the small flames the size of beans inside were dying.

Huangdashan Road,

"These little gayas, you want to go to heaven... Let's wait... Anyway, this thing lives in groups... Ants do that a lot..."

Sikong groaned,

"Maybe people just think it's beautiful and want to drag it back and take a slow look..."

Everyone took advantage of the situation and pulled another batch of clips, more than the previous times combined.

Lin Chou said happily,

"Let's go, go back and cook on the fire~"

Leng Han waved his hand, and a stream of water erupted from the mountain stream, converging in mid-air into a funny little man with all four limbs, staggering and running a few steps, and slamming his head on the fire raised by everyone.

"呲~"

So the fire was extinguished.

Huang Dashan said in surprise,

"Leng Han, your bloodline ability has advanced again?"

Let the water flow change into a fixed shape, and even run a few steps in a similar shape, all this seems simple, but in fact, the accuracy of blood control is already very high, and Huang Dashan can certainly see it as a well-informed old fritter in the wilderness.

Leng Han shook his head and said,

"Extremely dense metal is used a lot, and before I know it, even the control of the bloodline ability has improved a little."

Huang Dashan was shocked,

"Is that okay?"

The ability of the bloodline is based on the bloodline, which can be said to be innate.

Theoretically, the difference is that some people can awaken and some can't, and the awakening bloodline is also strange, some people use it to automatically level up with full proficiency, while some people need all kinds of unbelievable "help" - such as a certain unlucky ghost who can only advance by eating a huge amount of gold.

It is not uncommon for a person's bloodline to appear after awakening with one or more abilities and skills that can assist each other, but like Leng Han, who directly "grabbed" the bloodline and happened to be able to bless himself, I am afraid that there is no one before or after.

Ah no, to be precise, the two twin bloodlines of "Golden Wind" and "Yulu" are now all on Leng Han.

In fact, since Leng Han obtained the two bloodline abilities, the evolutionaries of Mingguang have almost forgotten what the original bloodline ability of Leng Lieutenant General is, after all, under the control of the gold control ability, the terrifying lethality of various cold weapons of extremely dense metal transformation is obvious to all, and it has been spread all over Mingguang as early as the last beast tide.

As a result, you tell me now that this is not the end, this terrifying bloodline ability can also be turned into an Upbuff to increase the experience points of another bloodline -, is there still humanity? Is there still a heavenly principle?

Huang Dashan stroked up and down his body full of tendons and flesh, as if he couldn't find anything.

Sikong wondered,

"Master Shan, what are you doing here?"

Shanye Dao,

"Look for my protagonist's aura, my aura must have been stolen!"

Everyone: "......"

After returning to Yanhui Mountain, no one was sleepy, and seeing Lin Chou rushing into the kitchen, this group of guys took out a few decks of cards,

"Showdown?"

"Let's go to war!"

"I'm afraid you won't make it?"

The group of guys unanimously felt that the win-loss circulation point was too boring and seemed too targeted - Sikong hugged his horse lantern tightly, indicating that he didn't want to speak.

Then I was in a dilemma between the option of "drawing the king eight" or "sticker strips", and I was particularly entangled.

Huang Dashan took out a stack of paper and cut it into strips a few times, and said,

"What kind of painting, there is still a girl here, what is too much to paint."

...

For Mingguang people, small seafood such as cockroaches, barnacles, clams, etc., most of them can be marinated and drunk, after all, life is bad and drunk, and Mingguang has a special preference for raw pickled, bad and drunk such a vigorous way of eating.

The clamshell, that is, the thick crab, naturally belongs to the category of pickling and drunkenness, especially the larger clamshell is white like jade after pickling or drunk, which is particularly delicious, and is the most favorite part of many people.

But what Lin Chou wants to do today is not to get drunk and pickled, but to make crab tofu.

The origin of crab tofu is unknown, and it is said to be more than 1,000 years old.

Before the catastrophe, it was said that crab tofu was born from the "cricket tofu" set up by Nurhachi at the royal banquet in Hetuala, and later the main material of cricket tofu, that is, the northeast black crayfish, became more and more rare, which led to the crab tofu that later resembled a god.

There are many similar sayings and stories in various regions, and there are even those that can be documented, statues, and so on.

As for who is true and who is fake - who you love, what to worry about, and not delay your meal.

The cleaned clamshell clips were already dizzy under Lin Chou's hands and the scrubbing and jolting of the big basin, and several legs were twitching in turns.

The bigger the clip grows, the easier it is to be pecked by natural enemies such as snakes and birds, and nearly ninety percent of the clips caught back are young and strong, small in size and light in color, only about one percent is more than two thumbs in size.

The clip does not need to be soaked in salt water to spit sand, as long as you twist its tail and pull it skillfully, the internal organs such as crab heart and stomach can be brought out in one line.

When you open the shell, you can see the white and clean crab meat with no impurities, and in the center is the crab paste and crab roe, which is as dark as a salted egg yolk.

Compared to the size of the clip itself, the amount of cream contained in the small shell is simply astonishing.

Finally, the gills are removed, and the processing of a clip is complete.

Of course, there are still a few bags of hemp clips waiting for Lin Chou to get it after that.

This is a kung fu work of grinding an iron pestle into a needle, if you want to eat fresh and pure crab tofu, this step is indispensable, Lin Chou was a child and was "loved and afraid" of crab tofu at this node every year.

The moment you eat it in your mouth is excellent, but until then you have to know that the new daughter-in-law can not only be boiled into a mother-in-law, but even into porridge.

Not anymore, though.

You should be playing around with Lin Mou's single shadow throughout his whole life, and his hands are fast?!

The hill in the big basin was descending at a speed visible to the naked eye, and one by one the clips were tragically gelding, digging out the heart and liver, and dismembering the corpse in Lin Chou's hands.

For two hours, Lin Chou shook his hand,

"It's all rusty, I haven't done it for years."

In front of him were two whole vat of processed clamshells.

The pipe system asked for a large wooden pestle, and then the barrel clips were broken until the complete fragments of the crab shell could not be seen, and the two large tanks of the crab clips were like a ball of strangely colored mud, and exuded a strong salty smell.

In fact, to achieve this step, Lin Chou's father will probably save half of the "mud" of the cricket clips, and ferment it with auxiliary materials, and the crab juice that is easy to ferment will be an indispensable delicious seasoning after a few days, and it can be eaten for half a year.

However, Lin Chou has done a lot of such "infrastructure" for the restaurant before, so there is no need to be stingy and do half and leave half.

The crab juice in the vat is very viscous, and the juice is very grainy, so it needs to be filtered with multiple layers of gauze, and finally the remaining large mass of residue is wrapped in gauze, placed on a slightly inclined cutting board, kneaded and squeezed like noodles, and squeezed out until the last trace of value is squeezed.

"Tick Tick"

The crab juice that flowed from the corner of the board was negligible, Lin Chou took a look,

"It's less than half a cylinder... It's not enough..."

In the end, only half a cylinder of hundreds of kilograms of cockroach clips came out, and this is a semi-finished product.

Although the tank is a little bigger, don't go too far!

I'm afraid that the finished product of this half jar of crab juice is not enough for a table of people to stuff their teeth, and seeing that the sky is about to dawn, what should the rest of the people do?

Lin Chou scratched his head for a while,

"Mad is careless... I forgot that the clip is so useless..."

What needs to be done still has to be done.

Heat the pot, pour all the crab juice into the pot, then throw a shallot knot, a few slices of ginger, and gently stir with a large spoon.

The deliberately reduced flame evenly conducted the heat into the pot, and a pot of crab juice gradually showed signs of boiling, so Lin Chou turned down the heat again.

After two minutes, a large amount of gray foam floated on the surface of the crab juice, and the momentum almost filled the entire pot until it overflowed.

"When, when~"

The big spoon in Lin Chou's hand gently knocked on the edge of the pot, and counted in his mouth while listening carefully.

When boiling crab tofu, you can't cover the pot, the air pressure changes too much too quickly will ruin the whole pot of crab tofu, and these foams are like natural humanized assistants.

Although the appearance is too harsh.

"29, 30...good!"

Swinging the spoon to quickly knock off the foam, Lin Chou looked intently at the pot, and there were already jelly-like lumps as big as a baby's fist and as small as a peanut in the crab juice that had been "suffocating" under a large amount of foam.

- This is the "tofu" of crab tofu.

"Lost again..."

Lin Chou was a little depressed, how did his son Daddy, who brought all his ancestral ham skills to the pit below, boil the crab tofu into pieces bigger than his fist?

Dishes such as crab tofu are naturally judged by boiling the "tofu cubes" in a pot to make them bigger, as if this is the only way to prove that your skills are excellent.

A pinch of pepper and a pinch of green salt to taste, serve.

The finished crab tofu rises like a hill in the container, and the overall hue is slightly dull between white and gray, but suddenly there is a rather bright golden yellow in one place or in a small patch.

Lin Chou tasted a spoonful first.

“emmmmmm...”

The texture of the crab tofu is delicate and trembling, and the fine honeycomb-shaped holes contain a lot of hot juice, and when Lin Chou can't wait to bite into it, there is only a "hiss" in his mouth that is crying wolf.

It's hot, but it's worth it.

What is the saying?

Serve it hot!

...

As the sky grew brighter, the roar of the engine broke the silence of the early morning.

Several wilderness chariots, armored with alien bones and teeth, crush blades of grass, tree stumps, and boulders on a rampage.

As long as the car is strong enough, what road do I dare not drive?

The Evolutionary's driver's license is one of the most unreliable documents in the history of Mingguang, and it can't even give innocent passers-by a little peace of mind except for being able to match the number when imposing a fine.

In the two hundred years of the cataclysm, except for the dozens of kilometers outside Mingguang City, where are there any roads left, the knee-deep grassland is already considered to have given enough face, and the large grassland evolutionaries who are often two or three meters high have to endure it.

Basically, you can only rely on the armor to run over all the way, as long as you don't drive up the cliffs and drive into the rivers and lakes and don't overturn, then you can be considered a qualified old driver.

A total of more than 20 people in several cars greeted each other with a smile, and they parked at the foot of Yanhui Mountain and walked towards the mountain.

"Guess what's going to be for this morning?"

"Buns."

"I guess it's noodles, mixed noodles."

"Nonono, or the big meat bun is the most real, what the hell is the mixed noodles?"

"Knock, I heard that the raw materials of the sauce used to make noodles are the mountain musk deer, and the mountain musk deer knows no!"

Then more than 20 people paid a very solemn tribute... Cross out... I looked at the big snow dumpling hanging on the dome,

"The snow dumpling boss is mighty!"

“666”

"May the big guy of Snow Tuanzi sleep here... Well, cough, cough... Long stay long and long stay long. ”

The black army had already spread the power of this big man, and now the evolutionaries living in the entire Mingguang City felt that they had a lot of face, and they finally pulled back a game.

Look, aren't your black army awesome, don't you still rely on our Mingguang to help you suppress the void beast in the end?

However, the big man of Xuedanzi was in no mood to look at them at all, and his attention was all on the food in his hand.

Below the big guy of Xuetuanzi is an iron tower like a ladder, which is from the hand of Gaojia High-speed Railway.

Last night, it only took two hours for a person to build this thing, and each of the angle irons has complex and beautiful forged fish scales, which is very luxurious.

The height of the iron tower is about 200 meters, and the home tree will be flush, and the top is a platform, and a roasted waste wood deer is placed on it, and the snow dumpling boss is within reach.

More than 20 people sighed with emotion and continued to walk.

"Eh, the grass..."

"Nima scared Lao Tzu to death."

In the gazebo under the iron tower, there are several "paper figures" sitting upright.

What's the matter, this style of painting is wrong!

As if hearing their movements, the paper people turned their heads stiffly with a thud, facing them with their white paper faces, which did not rise or fall.

When the wind blew, the notes on these paper people rattled.

Obviously there were no eyes, but the twenty or so guys who had just arrived felt a lot of terrible sights that made the heart and liver cold and the scalp tingling fell on them.

On pins and needles! Like a fish in the throat! The atmosphere was quite awkward at one point!

"Am I pretty, bumping into evil??" A timid guy was about to cry, "Just say that after drinking last night, don't take the path behind the Qinshan Martial Arts School, Ma Maipi, you don't listen..."

"Who the is so lacking in morality, this... It can't be for the big guy of Snow Dumplings..."

The other guy has words in his mind,

"Lord Sanhuang is above, and Uncle Warlock is above, quickly manifest your spirit to collect this monster!"

You see, this is a smart person, who is not chaotic in times of danger and has a clear mind - how can he know how to find a professional counterpart.

Then the wise man rubbed his eyes, and said with great horror,

"Is there one less paper man than just now?!"

It's haunted, right?

It's definitely haunted!

Tell me if it's not a haunting, what else can escape the vision of their twenty or so evolutionaries!!

Everyone: "......"

Paper Man: "......"

A few seconds later, Lin Chou felt a strange wind blowing through the back door of the kitchen.

"Hey, weird, it's going to rain again... Ahhh Ahh Leng Han, what are you doing standing here, not talking? Weird and scary, when did it come? ”

Leng Han leaned against the wall as if nothing happened, and said to Lin Chou sideways,

"Wash up."

Lin Chou suddenly,

"Oh, that's it, then you hurry up... That's it..."

"Hmm!"

After Lin Chou left, Leng Han breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly peeled off the thick "note" that had been pasted into felt on her back and destroyed the corpse - looking at the thickness and sincerity, the weight of this piece of paper felt must be at least twenty pounds!

Leng Han's eyes were scorching, especially fierce,

"Next time, next time you must win it back!"