The two little brothers of the second tiger Qin Sheng muttered to Lin Chou about the eight thousand and ten thousand green of the basin, as if they were afraid that others would hear it.

Lin Chou rubbed his forehead,

"Did these two little guys misunderstand something? The tone is a little weird..."

Huang Dashan forked the road,

"I said, your Qinshan Martial Arts School is now teaching stand-up comedy, right?"

Qin Sheng's face had a kind of little adult-like profundity,

"That guy has a hole in his head, really."

Of course he knew Huang Dashan, after all, an existence like Shanye, who would sparkle even in the night, was really difficult to let any cat or dog cover his demeanor.

In fact, Qin Sheng Erhu and his classmates, as well as many martial arts school seniors, all regarded Shan Ye as an idol - you don't know that this thing was chased after the fat principal and beaten back then, so ordinary people can dare to do this?

Moreover, the fat principal who was beaten by the mountain master was none other than the father of the head teacher Lao Zhou, if it was possible, Qin Sheng would like to discuss this chic and practical technique with the mountain master cordially.

The mountain lord nodded thoughtfully,

"Where is this kid with a hole in his brain, there is a hole in it, and someone who doesn't have a hole in his brain can tell this kind of fucking joke?"

Next to him, Leng Han's face was a little weird, and he seemed to have realized something.

The word "what" hides some very very physical concepts that are directed at Yang.

At the same time, Yang Lao Er, who greeted Leng Han and Shan Ye's gaze, was on his back, he only felt a rush of urine rushing into his pelvis, and he couldn't help but clamp his legs, and the sweat on his forehead began to gather.

(I knock...) Pill... The waves are too much... ）

Lin Chou didn't care what these people were doing, with a smile on his face,

"Erhu, your hand... How does it feel like there's a growing trend? Well, Xiaoyu has lost weight again, and your brother has deducted your food expenses? ”

Erhu scratched his head with his large, disproportionate metal claws, but did not speak.

Xia Yu pouted,

"Well, I've had a lot of exams lately, so it's annoying."

Lin Chou frowned,

"Do you really want to enter a research institute?"

Xia Yu is a little helpless,

"Of course, I'm an ordinary person, otherwise where else can I go..."

Lin Chou thought about it,

"If something happens, I can help you ask."

"Hmph, people won't go there to eat and wait for death!"

Lin Chou choked,

"That's better than going to a research institute."

Huang Dashan and the others nodded again and again, and said in unison,

"That's it, the reputation of the scientific research institute is too bad, it's better to have a commission - black is a little darker, but that's also for evolutionaries."

This can be regarded as full of malice.

Theoretically speaking, there is really only the occurrence committee that is wholeheartedly aimed at the evolutionaries, but the most deplorable thing is that the scientific research institute seems to have a soft spot for the occurrence of the committee, and the hatred value is special and extremely stable.

Xia Yunu said,

"But Sister Bai said that if the working life of the scientific research institute is over, the house can be allocated, and my brother's house is not in our name, so I don't know when it will be taken back, my mother is very worried..."

Lin Chou suddenly realized that he and Xia Dasha had shared a house together.

Dasha moved over directly, and Xia Erya also made a small episode in the middle.

And he was brought to this place by the dog beeping system, and the house didn't even look at it, completely forgetting about it.

(Lin Chou, Lin Chou, you are inflated, you are no longer the same Lin Chou, you are Mu Mu Qiuxin, you have another property and just forget about it?) ）

Recently, Wu researcher, who has no sense of existence, doesn't know when he came out and raised his hand to speak,

"I have something to say about the allocation of real estate by researchers."

Xia Yu: "? ”

Wu Ke sighed deeply,

"For those of us who grew up in the research institute and have been working since birth, we can only get a house after the age of forty-five, although before that the research institute is fully responsible for food and lodging and has a salary."

Xia Yu's small mouth opened wide and became O-shaped,

"Forty-five years... The average age of ordinary people is less than 60 years old... Sister Kebai said..."

Wu Ke interrupted,

"Bai Kitten is one of the youngest academicians in the whole scientific research academy, and the other is the guy who invented the record, how can ordinary researchers compare with them."

Xia Yu suddenly stopped talking, which was a little different from what she thought.

It is said that the children of poor families have long been in charge, and since she has entered the Qinshan Martial Arts School, she proves that she does not want to ascend to heaven like others.

In Xia Yu's thoughts, even if her brother becomes an evolutionary, he is still the irretrievable "stupid big man" who needs her to worry about it, and maybe he will have to rely on her to support him in the future.

Lin Chou didn't say anything more, just smiled,

"If you want something to eat, I'll make it for you."

Sikong took the opportunity to add,

"Whatever you want, whatever you want, I'll invite you if you say okay!"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes directly,

"You don't have to ask for this."

Sikong's mouth opened wide in horror,

"Who are you? What did you do with the forest? Crossing or snatching? It's the first time I've seen such a strange thing grow so big..."

The crowd laughed maniacally.

Lin's face is swarthy and swarthy.

...

While everyone was idle, a certain hairball that had swelled into a fat round was carefully observing something by the beast pen in the back mountain.

Since the last time he and Boss Lin made up a wave of virtual beast "energy", Maoqiu needs to tighten his belt to maintain his body and get into Lin Chou's pocket, although he slowly digested himself later, but his real body shape has actually surpassed that of his little brother Mao Niu, who can't grow tall.

The hairball doesn't have an eye, but it doesn't affect it at all.

It maintained its ball-sized size, silently "pasteing" on the railing and looking at the new members who had recently been added to it - it were several large geese with large wings and bright wings.

The hairball likes to try the blood of all kinds of creatures, and it likes the blood of almost every strange beast or beast in the back mountain and the beast tide, and it will temporarily lose interest after drinking it once.

But these two big white geese have been here for several days, and Lin Chou hasn't moved them yet, and the hairball is a little impatient.

"Twitter~"

It seemed to hesitate, twisting its fat body and rubbing it around—but its size didn't make it look around.

After a while, the hairball stretched out a few thin hyphae and dragged the latch of the animal pen,

"Squeak~"

The hairball is recognized by the system as being on the flail, and naturally has some permissions.

So, the door of the corral opened naturally.

The two geese were in good spirits at once, flapping their huge wings to sprint and glide to attack.

The hairball poked out a single hyphae and stabbed one of the geese like lightning.

With the experience of the hairball, only a little skin was punctured to absorb part of the blood, and the alien beast could still survive in the end, but it was only a little weak.

"Tweet goo."

The hairball expands and contracts regularly from top to bottom, which is very happy.

And yet—

The poor goose froze in mid-air for an instant, and only had time to let out a terrible chirp, and its bones staggered towards the place where it had been stabbed by the furball, and its feathers stood up, like a snow-white hedgehog.

"Poof~"

In a sound that seemed to be leaking, the goose turned into goose feathers flying all over the sky.

"Tweet?"

"Boom!"

The hairball was stunned, and even forgot to maintain its size, and with a thud it turned into a huge fat circle and rolled on the ground.

Unbeknownst to the furball, its "experience" is for foreign beasts, but the two geese are poultry birds.

...

Lin Chou and a group of people were chatting in the house, when they heard the quacking of the back mountain, and then a strong wind came from the kitchen door.

Lin Chou didn't even think about it, and he was extremely skilled in a backhand pot,

"Bang~"

The echo is lingering.

Mountain: "......"

The mountain master subconsciously touched his face, eh, Mom, this time it's finally not Lao Tzu!

Everyone was wondering where Boss Lin's pot came from.

None of them even saw Lin Chou "dig" this action, as if the pot had been in the hands of the black-hearted boss all along.

Lin Chou muttered,

"Pills... This feel... Not quite right..."

Sure enough, there was a snow-white goose on the ground, the kind that was twitching.

The two orange-yellow soles of the feet went up and down.

Well, I pumped it twice in total and hung up.

“......”

Jiang Nan raised a goose, not a mountain, and did not have the ability of the mountain master to pick up the pot with his face, if it weren't for Lin Chou's subconscious feeling that the hand felt wrong and collected some strength, this goose would have to be turned into paste on the spot, the kind that pasted a room.

What's going on, this is!

Lin Chou went to the back mountain for a turn, and soon, he came back with a black face rubbing a certain ball in his hand.

Lin Chou rubbed it and said to Xia Yu very enthusiastically,

"Xiaoyu, do you like to eat goose??"

What else can the little girl say?

"Hmm... Haha..."

The expression can be said to be quite stiff.

Lin Chou carried the goose into the kitchen, and everyone was speechless for a long time.

Sikong whispered,

"What do you mean? What's going on? ”

Huang Dashan coughed and said mysteriously,

"I heard that it was sent by a little girl from a childhood sweetheart in the alley of Lin Zi's house, I should be distressed, hehehe~"

(Ball's sack!) ）

The mountain master suddenly felt the back of his head pull out the cold, and his heart was like electricity,

"Damn, it's cold..."

Looking back, the cold tyrannosaurus sitting by the window had a cold face, and he was still holding half of the separated table corner in his hand.

So here comes the question -

The dog beep system really cut corners, what is permanent, what is permanent, which time is not permanently successful!

There was no one in the room who said a word.

The big death he did was about to be finished on his knees, and the mountain master covered the crotch of his pants with his backhand at that time.

"It's not... So what... Actually, that's how it happened! ”

"Then this goose is actually not in the day, and it can't be eaten yet, Lin Chou is going to raise it..."

Leng Han said lightly,

"Raised and eaten?"

The mountain master is stuck,

“emmmmmm。”

If you say "yes", then wouldn't it be true to the "childhood sweetheart" I just said, and it is conservatively estimated that he has to hang two back and forth and add a pan by the way.

Fortunately, the second tiger is here, and I heard the mother of the gourd baby talk about the stubble, and said it again and so.

After a while, the chill in the small restaurant was not so painful.

The mountain master breathed a sigh of relief,

"Thank you Shaoxia for saving your life!"

"Concession and concession."

...

Kitchen.

Lin Chou was looking at the white goose that had been washed and peeled off on the board with a deep face, and to be honest, he was a little distressed.

This big goose is calculated according to the food of Yanhui Mountain, and it only takes a month to properly produce a boutique old goose, the kind of boutique with plump goose glue and proper body fat.

- How can a goose with its head smashed now be fine?

Sigh, I don't respect this rare and rare ingredient.

This big goose went out into the water with debris, and weighed almost nine kilograms, which was very fat.

The foie gras and goose gizzard look oily and fat, but there are no formed fat masses on the surface, which is delicate and refreshing.

Heart, liver and gizzard are indispensable for cooking goose, and a goose without these things has no soul, so Lin Chou has already dealt with it and stayed.

"Hmm, what's the best thing to do..."

He's already made a blood sauce goose and a rolling stone roast goose with Qiongqi Swan, and it seems that he needs to change his tricks.

"The little girl will definitely prefer sweet and sour tastes, in this case... There's one approach that seems more appropriate..."

Thinking of this, Lin Chou suddenly had an idea in his heart.

Lin Chou scooped a special cast iron pot from the system, the mouth of the pot was wide but the bottom was very shallow, almost barely enough to accommodate the height of a goose.

From the stove to the pot, the marinade thirteen spices in the conventional sense under the cold pot are cardamom, sand kernels, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, peppercorns, large and small fennel, woody fragrance, angelica, sannai, good ginger, and dried ginger.

Although it is not complete, in general, Lin Chou still has it here.

Generally speaking, the ratio of thirteen spices is roughly 5 parts of Sichuan pepper and anise, 2 parts of cinnamon, 2 parts of sannai, ginger and angelica, and 1 part of the rest.

When cooking poultry, focus on nutmeg and cloves.

Just like the fragrance of perfume, nutmeg and cloves can 'fix' the original flavor of poultry and make it fresh and fragrant.

The spices in the cast iron pot were about half a pot, and when they were simmered on low heat until they smoked, Lin Chou placed the goose on top of it.

On the one hand, it is "roasted", and on the other hand, it is counted as "smoked".

In this way, it is more luxurious to smoke and roast with spices in a pot.

It is said that in ancient times, when some spices with overseas colors were just introduced to China, some business giants often used a huge amount of spices to wrap a sheep in a container and cook it, and then put on a feast to share it with relatives and friends, so that the princes and kings at that time took the opportunity to exterminate a group of people after learning about it.

In fact, this is the waste and show-off of Chiguoguo, such roasted lamb - ahem, who knows, the taste may really be extraordinary.

The funniest part is after that.

During the Tang Dynasty, the palace suddenly became very popular for a period of time, the so-called "gift sheep", that is, the sheep is thickly wrapped in a layer of spice powder, roasted, and distributed to the ministers to eat, which is similar to the practice of those unlucky ghosts who were exterminated by the family.

Well, this thing occasionally appears at Mingguang's weddings now.

In a word, you can't afford to provoke it.

The heat of the flame is transmitted to the spices through the bottom of the pot, and the green smoke of the spices carries a rich aroma and heat on the body of the goose.

The water on the goose's body is gradually dried, and the cortex shrinks and tightens.

The "fragrance" of poultry's unique oil slowly spreads, and to be honest, this "fragrance" does not smell good.

At the beginning, it will be mixed with a fishy smell that many people can't accept, especially duck and goose, which have a strong taste.

The significance of using spices to smoke and roast is to get rid of this fishy smell and leave a rich flavor of thirteen spices on the goose - in fact, because it has not been treated in other ways, the smell of spices is still very easy to soak into the meat in such a situation.

The temperature of the flame on the stove should not be too high, and if the temperature cannot be controlled, it is just right to use the charcoal that is about to burn out.

For a journeyman like Lin Chou, temperature is no longer a problem.

This kind of smoking requires extra patience, watching the goose body color, smelling the smell, listening to the sound of spices beeping, and the eyes, ears and nose are all online.