Generally speaking, deer blood is counted as a precious Chinese herbal medicine, using grams to calculate the price, mostly refers to the blood of sika deer or red deer, and the blood is dried into brown-purple slices when slaughtered.

The meaning of the existence of deer blood is to replenish the deficiency, and the blood, and collapse... As well as unilaterally influencing prices and raising inflation...

However, since Lin Chou took out all this thing, it proves that it must have also been classified into the scope of ingredients.

Wu Ke hesitated for a while,

"Brother Sorrow... You don't want to give us this whole blood tofu or something... We're really not wandering demons and mountain masters... I can't accept it..."

Don't blame Wu Ke's ugly face of "sudden discoloration".

In fact, there are only a few evolutionaries who can accept blood products, such as the ambition of a few orderers, and the pig blood soup that supports sales with affordability.

The raw blood tofu seasoned with chili pepper and coriander that Huang Dashan ate last time tasted excellent, but the special fishy smell in it alone made almost 99% of people turn away when they smell it.

Su Yourong held the little head melon of the pigtails who had eaten enough rice and began to yawn,

"Wet Tiger, I really want to eat this... It feels so fishy..."

The big-breasted sister instigated,

"Let the Blood God try it first, the Blood God Lord will definitely like it very much!"

Lin Chou choked angrily,

"Hey, hey, what kind of attitude do you have, this boss is helping you fill your stomach!"

The resentment is a bit sufficient.

Although the hard work of the waste wood deer is not uncommon, the things he wants to do are very rare, very rare.

Before he started to do it, he complained one after another, he Boss Lin didn't want to lose face??

Wu Ke coughed and said,

"Brother, Brother Sorrow, let's change it to something normal, such a capitalist luxury raw material, if you say it, it will affect the composition of my Wu family's eight generations of poor peasant roots."

Lin Chou scolded back,

"!"

Wu Ke was speechless, he chose to compromise very spinelessly under the threat of Lin Chou's murderous eyes, and the dog's leg helped to collect firewood and add fire.

Lin Chou took out a rough tile that almost no one had ever seen in the bright light—that is, the old-fashioned wavy tile with half a panel size and dusty that was often used to build houses in the sixties and seventies of the twentieth century.

Well, big tiles, not small red tiles.

Lin Chou said with a smile,

"See, let you increase your knowledge today, and see what tricks we can play with this deer blood."

A large tile was placed diagonally on the fire, and the rising flames licked the tiles, and occasionally there was a crunch sound on the tiles that made people worry about breaking at any time.

Lin Chou grabbed a handful of rice from a bag and sprinkled it on the tiles, and with his other hand he pulled out a small broom out of nowhere.

"Boom!"

There was no gap between the left and right hands, and the rice swept up from one wave to the next and then on the tiles, and not a single grain fell.

Wu Ke: "??? ”

What a sassy operation this is!

Su Yourong asked curiously,

"Master, master, you're going to give us popcorn to eat~"

Lin Chou didn't answer, and the movements in his hands were very rhythmic:

Every time the top grain of rice begins to jump and fall, a broom is added to it, and after a few back and forth, the surface of the rice changes from a faint beige to a beautiful burnt yellow.

This year's new rice has a fragrant aroma that comes out of the husks, which is particularly appetizing.

Lin Chou saw that the heat was almost over, gathered the rice on the tiles into a dustpan, and said,

"It's not rice flowers, it's fried rice."

When you rub the rice in the dustpan with your hands, the husks burst open and fall off, revealing brown rice with burnt yellow inside.

Brown rice that has not been refined and ground has a stronger flavor than polished rice, but it is not as beautiful as it looks.

Lin Chou likes the taste of this brown rice very much, and the brown rice porridge cooked with chicken fat that he occasionally ate when he was a child is accompanied by mustard and amaranth pickles, and if there is a drop of sesame oil and sesame oil, it can be enjoyed for a lifetime.

Dry off the residue in a dustpan and stir with deer blood while hot.

The green rice, which had been verdant and burnt yellow, immediately turned purple and black, and there was a strong smell of deer blood, and it was steaming.

Wu Ke opened his mouth wide,

"I'm rubbing! I heard that there was a primary school text before the cataclysm, called "Fried rice porridge with human blood steamed buns", this..."

After frying the rice with the tiles a few times, the overwhelmed tiles finally completed their mission and shattered the ground, and Lin Chou had accumulated a dustpan of green rice mixed with deer blood.

The fried rice is a little swollen and on the verge of bursting into rice but not bursting.

At this time, the rice absorbs the most water, and the deer blood can easily melt into the rice grains, and it is effortless to use the deer blood to dye the rice grains from the inside to the outside.

Lin Chou sifted the dustpan on the fire with a dustpan, and dried the rice grains with heat.

The raw smell of deer blood gradually faded, and the dried and "half-cooked" deer blood began to exude a very inconspicuous sweet and heavy taste, even somewhat similar to the musky aroma.

But this fragrance is limited to people with a sensitive sense of smell like Lin Chou, and as for Su Yourong, it is estimated that he will not be able to smell it in this life.

After the sound of rice grains bouncing in the dustpan changed from dull to crisp again, the rice in the dustpan was basically dried.

Lin Chou took out another dried wild ginseng that a certain evolutionary casually threw to him, crushed it a few times, and sprinkled it in a dustpan.

Wu Ke directly crooked his mouth,

"Ginseng, didn't you eat silk ginseng last time, it has a strange smell, it's not delicious."

If these words were placed before the cataclysm, it is estimated that Wu Ke would be owed by those who spent a lot of money to buy wild ginseng to save lives or save lives, and then tore it to pieces by the membrane method.

In the Cataclysmic Era, wild ginseng was really not a good thing—at least it had to be of rank to be looked up to by the evolutionaries.

As for the ordinary, it's not as delicious as the radish, so what's the use of it?

Lin Chou didn't speak, and the bags that needed to be crumpled into minced pieces were abalone, sea cucumbers, shellfish, fish maw and other lightly dried seafood.

After sprinkling the minced minced, drizzle the deer blood again and continue baking.

Wu Ke said in pieces,

"Brother Chou, what are you going to do here, don't sell it, we don't have outsiders now."

Lin Chou smiled,

"Bazhen fried rice, pirated, and the materials are not complete."

At least Lin Chou doesn't have the most important seasoning - lion's mane mushroom.

Lion's mane mushrooms can only be replaced with the remaining pine scratches from before, and the hairy tip mushrooms are not good, and the "heavy metal" flavor of that thing will obviously exceed the standard value.

Lin Chou sniffed carefully with a dustpan,

"Hmm, the taste looks pretty much the same, prepare fried rice!"

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