The fat of the roasted boar fell drop by drop, bursting out of tiny flame bones of light blue, and then it was swallowed up by a large pile of dark yellow flames.

"Sting~"

The terrible sound of grease crushing bones in the fire sounded thrilling enough to the servants in front of the fire.

"Thorn stab~"

Hachi turned the pig on the fire, and he didn't look at the roast pork anymore, so he stared at the fire in a daze.

"This thing..."

Every time he stabbed, Hachi trembled,

"I'm afraid the fuel for the fire is not my soul... It feels like you're roasting yourself..."

Isn't it?

Every second is like pins and needles, and hunger is as hot as a fire.

Hachi and Baal turned their backs to block Lin someone's view, in a vain attempt to tear off the slightly sagging and ripe shredded meat from the inside of the boar's belly.

Ran goose,

"Kaba~"

The roasted pork skin, which was becoming more and more golden and crispy, suddenly called the police, followed by Boss Lin's thunderous roar.

“%#￥！ ...”

The two of them shook their hands in fright, and watched as the shred of meat rolled onto the coals.

Hachi + Baal: ┭┮_┭┮

Lin Chou frowned angrily,

"Ben Shuai is the guy who should steal in front of the cook the most in his life, but it's against you, blasphemy! This is the greatest blasphemy against a cook!! ”

The little helper was trembling, why didn't he eat someone else's mouth before he ate it?

Lin Chou unscrewed off a heavy piece of meat,

"emmmmm, I'll taste the taste first~"

The three of them looked at each other: "......"

Fried chicken is not happy, okay! The chef is amazing, huh?

Lin Chou wiped the oil on his mouth,

"It's tender, I'm going to increase the fire, do you have to be diligent and hear it!"

The aroma of the sour soup stewed vegetables in the big stone pot can't even suppress the hot and strong smell of barbecue.

Lin Chou sniffed again and again, he had never been so confident and satisfied with his craft as he was today.

The combination of pig keel, tree tomato and taro stalk can actually be stewed with various wild vegetables such as snow fern, and people in Yunnan-Guizhou area favored it before the cataclysm, calling it "sour grilled vegetables", and almost never left the table.

Wait, wait, the boar was finally almost roasted, and Lin Chou couldn't wait to lift the temporary lid of the stone pot - an oversized banana leaf.

A thick layer of golden chicken fat floats on the surface of the sauerkraut vegetables, and the boiling soup breaks through the oil film, revealing a color like coconut milk, and streams of fresh and sharp acidity go straight from the nostrils to the braincase, making the scalp tighten and saliva is quickly secreted.

Hachi was surprised,

"I've knocked on the pheasants so fat all these years, can this still fly!"

Baal

"Are you stupid from starvation, pheasants could have flown ??"

Lin Chou took out a pitted rough stone spoon, scooped the soup in the pot, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly,

"Uh... Actually, it's a little more oil than I expected..."

This is a miscalculation, Lin Chou has actually thrown away part of the oil in the chicken's belly.

I seriously doubt that these two big pheasants of more than eight catties live a salted fish life of eating and sleeping every day, so much oil, you are a chicken and you are not afraid of sub-health??

Lin Chou said,

"That's it, let's go!"

At the sound of an order, the hungry dog grabbed food.

The essence of sauerkraut is taro, the sponge-like loose texture of taro stalks is filled with sour soup, and a bite is like biting on a moist marshmallow, and as you chew, the amazing and charming sour aroma intensifies in the mouth.

Well, maybe there may be saliva and sour soup in the mouth, swallowed together.

The acid of the tree tomato has been stewed and some of the "sharpness" has disappeared, but the taste of a pot of beautiful soup intertwined with its charming fruity aroma and the thick aroma of wild boar meat sesame oil and the fresh fragrance of pheasant is like a siege crossbow that has been brushed with dozens of tons of buffs, and it instantly defeats all the defense lines composed of taste cells.

Hachi's eyes widened as he ate, and he breathed hard,

"It's so sour! It's so cool..."

It feels like the sour smell of a tree tomato that has expanded the nasal cavity countless times so that the whole person feels different, as if opening the door to a new world, which is smoother and fresher.

Lin Chou rummaged in the soup with a spoon and fished out all four big chicken legs.

"One person doesn't fight, ha."

The sourness of sourdough steak not only gives people an extraordinary experience, but also acts on pheasants.

The five-year-old pheasant's original hard meat was stewed in just two hours until it was soft and deboned, and the white chicken trembled, and the chicken lines that were almost scattered into a "flower" shape could be seen behind the half-detached chicken skin.

"I'll go..."

"This chicken leg!"

"It's ridiculous."

"Suck and slip~"

To eat this meat, you really have to suck it.

As soon as you suck it in, you get a chunk of meat in your mouth, which is tender but still retains some of its toughness – and of course, most importantly, its delicious taste.

The oversized chicken thighs are actually not too "flavorful", and when you shake off the dripping juice on the surface, it still feels like a clear soup stewed.

The taste of pheasant is relatively strong, and eating it in the mouth is the purest delicious taste of pheasant.

The surface layer is quickly dried off in a circle, and then dipped in a little sauerkraut broth, chicken fat mixed with roasted chili peppers and roasted tree tomatoes.

That spicy and sour mouthful almost makes people's souls fly out of their bodies with a whirlpool.

Xiao Basan saw the true face of the devil pepper for the first time, and it was really called a soft throat in the mouth, and even the entire lips and half of the face were hot and about to burn, and their brains were dizzy.

In a daze, he saw a cartoon image of a huge pepper burning with flames, and he sneered at them, rolled his eyes, and said, "You don't know anything about real power!"

Three small ones:

Who am I?

Where am I?

What are the boundaries of the universe?

It is so sour that people's eyes are foggy, so spicy that people want to die, and few people swallow their tongues.

There is really nothing more enjoyable in this world than eating meat in large chunks and eating meat in large chunks~

Two pheasants and a whole pig keel, four people eat is actually nothing, this is not, it soon became a bone in the ground.

Especially at the feet of the little eight people, none of the chicken bones are complete, and even the bone marrow in the head has been knocked out and sucked off.

Baal looked underground, and quietly kicked the pile of chicken bones under his feet into the fire.

Then he naturally opened his mouth to mock the two colleagues,

"Izumi, look at your appearance, why haven't you eaten in 800 years??"

Hachi rubbed his oily hand on the uniform of Baal's scientific research institute, and said uncontrollably,

"If you dare to move a finger of that roast pig for a while, believe it or not, I and Lao Zheng will beat it out for you."

The old Zheng who had no sense of existence chewed the chicken bones,

"Yes."

Looking at the appearance of the three of them cooperating with the "tacit understanding", I am afraid that this kind of plot has been performed countless times, and it has long been perfected.