Lin Chou didn't want to admit that the skills he had practiced hard day and night were not as good as a gray-haired old man, but he couldn't find any reason to refute for himself.

Because every time Lin Dad and Lin Chou make a pot of fish balls side by side, there is no difference at first glance, but after the fish balls come out of the pot, the gloss, the taste...

The gap is not too obvious, even the guests can eat.

Father Lin sighed depressedly in front of Lin Chou more than once in front of Grandpa Lin, who had become a small tablet,

"Dad, since you're gone, there's really no one who can fight!"

"Our Lin family... also depraved..."

"What a disappointment! It's so uncompromising! ”

In short, it's all kinds of exaggerated acting skills and lines, don't you say it, Lin Xiaochou, who was young and ignorant at the time, really believed it.

The critical blow that Lin Lao's father inflicted on Lin Chou's young mind was much higher than the pain level of the skull that he used to make fish balls after he made fish balls that did not meet his father's standards.

He suddenly remembered with sadness that it was often found in public toilets in alleys that were said to be used to promote the "excellent traditional culture" of the pre-cataclysm, the kind of tabloids that were glued to the walls.

On a certain floor of the east wall of the public toilet No. 2 in the middle section of Pythagorean Alley, a certain section of the newspaper reads:

In the eighties, it was said that pop music ruined the next generation.

In the nineties, people said that TV shows would ruin the next generation.

In this century, it is said that video games will ruin the next generation.

However, it turns out that nothing will ruin the next generation, except the previous one.

Lin Chou didn't care if this kind of argument full of resentment was justified, he just felt that his father-son relationship with Lin's father was ruined like this.

- Father Lin was born out of Grandpa Lin's "higher education" method, and Lin Chou is really incompetent.

Although it's nothing to think about it now, the arguments and quarrels at that time seemed a little inexplicably warm.

Of course, this is in addition to the various behaviors of Lin Lao's father crit Lin Chou's head with a horse spoon, Lin Chou's head crit with a rolling pin, Lin Chou's head crit with a burning stick, and Lin Chou's head crit with a super giant wooden basin made of fish balls-

Critical hits do not bring warmth, only bruising or puffiness.

Huh?

Ball's sack...

Lin Chou suddenly felt that something was wrong!

The old man has always used a wooden basin to make fish balls, and I seem to have used the iron basin all the time...

At first, Lin Chou thought that Dad Lin's use of the wooden basin was out of humanitarian brilliance-

After all, every time after making fish balls, Father Lin would use the super giant wooden basin to crit his head as usual, if it was replaced by a super giant iron basin, it was estimated that the grass growing on Boss Lin's grave would probably be able to cultivate to perfection at this time.

Now that I think about it, this is not humanitarian at all, hey, the difference between the wooden basin and the iron basin is huge!

Lin Chou gritted his teeth,

"So the difference in voice is waiting for me here..."

Seeing Lin Chou's expressions, the trio of the scientific research institute were warm and happy for a while, and hideous and terrifying, they didn't know what was going on at all, so they were so frightened that they hid aside and didn't dare to speak.

Even in Mingguang, it seems that there is no formal punishment for mentally ill injuries...

Lin Chou finished beating the fish mushroom, took out the plump fish balls and then went down to the warm water.

Just the right water temperature will slowly turn the crystal translucent meat on the surface of the fish balls into a white and flawless delicate "shell", the water temperature must not be high, if it is high, the fish balls will lose their tender and juicy taste, and the "boil" at this time is just to shape the fish balls.

One by one, the fish balls scrambled to jump into the water pot, but Lin Chou's speed was unhurried.

When a small pot of minced fish is held to one-third, the maturity of the inside and outside of the first fish ball in the pot is close to the same, and the water temperature in the pot is always maintained at about half a hundred, and the fish ball will not be completely cooked.

Grabbing all the fish mushrooms, Lin Chou washed his hands.

"Put the fish balls first."

As he spoke, he divided the liver on the skewer among several people.

"It's done, eat this first, and then roast it and you'll get old."

Pork liver is coarse and hard, but it has a solid texture and a strong taste, while chicken liver has a much more delicate texture.

Neither had the abundant oil and oil that was famous for its foie gras before the cataclysm, so Lin Chou's choice was to boil and puree chicken and pork livers, mix them with wild lilies, and then wrap them in lard fat and stuff them into barbecued meat.

The liver that has been locked in its own moisture and absorbed the gravy is still relatively moist when it is first taken out of the barbecue, and after another roasting, the surface is gradually dehydrated, and the net oil tightens and then turns into grease or drips or soaks the surface of the liver.

In the end, all that remained was a partial web of oil, so much so that each piece of liver looked like boiled oil gluten.

Lin Chou sniffed the smell and took a bite,

"Sure enough, there is no dog liver fragrance... Click..."

The oval surface of the liver has a shell less than half a centimeter thick, which is slightly hard, but brittle to the touch.

The hot and moist connotation inside the body spews out a lot of heat when the surface layer bursts, and the smell is not only the unique mellow flavor of pork liver, but also a trace of the fragrance of wild lily.

The liver mud is dense and thick in the mouth, and the tip of the tongue feels like ice and snow melting.

The wild lily mixed with the diced lily looks more like a sugar-colored onion that has been stir-fried softly, but it tastes much crisper than an onion.

The three people of the scientific research institute are very interested,

"Eh, this thing tastes good!"

"It's delicious, what's this thing called? Liver? ”

"I heard Boss Lin mean that it is more delicious to use dog liver to make it..."

The three of them began to ponder the practice of Lin Chou not even putting the seasoning, and finally came to the conclusion that the cooking skills or techniques > seasoning.

Lin Chou smiled and didn't take them seriously.

Hachi is already preparing to put the fish balls and wild eggs in the pot, and the poached eggs in the sour soup will be delicious, and of course it will be even better if it is soft-hearted.

Baal returned to the boat alone, tossing and turning a few packages of food,

"Eh, Lao Zheng, Xiaoba, did you see the few catties of noodles I brought, I remember that I took them on the boat, why are they gone?"

Xiaoba's face was neither red nor white,

"That three-pound somen that was hidden next to the engine last month? I finished eating last week! ”

Baal: "......"

You're special! Traitor! Let's take my life!

The two of them twisted together in an instant, snorting and poking their eyes at every possible point, and the battle was fierce.

Lao Zheng silently opened a small deck at the bow of the boat, took out a few packets of noodles from it, and said honestly,

"Boss Lin, can you cook the noodles in, that's all there is to stock, two catties of fine noodles and four catties of thick noodles."

Lin Chou is happy,

"Fish balls and noodles have to be a perfect match, well, and poached eggs too!"

Remove the fish balls from the pot of warm water and put them in cold water again, pour them into the sour soup, and then put the noodles in the pot.

With the addition of dried noodles, the consistency of the soup instantly rises and the wheat fragrance wafts out.

Lao Zheng took a few seasoning packets,

"The specialty of our scientific research institute, the concentrated soup pack, this is sardine garlic flavor, this is sea bream oyster flavor, this is pork and shepherd's cabbage flavor..."

Lin Chou was so frightened that his face changed,

"Don't, thanks, stay away from that thing!"

He doesn't want a good pot of sour soup fish ball noodles to become instant noodles.

"Do you love instant noodles so much, we have Kang Shuaibo braised beef noodles left over from before the catastrophe in Yanhui Mountain, and the pot is trying to drum out the spicy beef noodles, if you like it, the reputation of the owner of the store is guaranteed, absolutely the original and authentic before the catastrophe, licensed!"

Lao Zheng: "......"

A thousand-point pack of terrifying instant noodles, of course he had heard of it.

Except for Shen Daru's kind of wronged head, who the hell will eat it??

The coarse noodles were boiled for a while, and Lin Chou put the thin noodles in, and then beat the wild eggs.

"Yes, it smells good."

In this situation, even if the scientific research institute mass-produces low-cost dried noodles, it will smell much better than Lin Chou's hand-made hand-rolled noodles.

After all, the time, place, and capacity of the stomach are not the same.

...

Ten minutes later, the three people of the scientific research institute lay in front of the fire with their stomachs in their arms.

"Hold on to the burp~"

This meal was quite satisfying, and they felt that they could top up to the "life-saving grace" that Lin Moumou owed them.

Xiaoba's face was embarrassed,

"It's worth it, it's worth it."

Lin Chou got up and left, and Xiaoba shouted,

"Eh, Boss Lin, it's getting dark, why are you going?"

Baal is more direct:

"Boss Lin, I heard that your ability to get lost is super top-notch, let's leave tomorrow morning, don't get lost..."

Lin Chou said with a dark face,

"I'll go get something more, you're full, I'm not full!"

Xiaoba + Baal + Lao Zheng:

"Envy..."

I admire the Evolver so much, the Evolver Crooked Six, is it how many delicious foods they can stuff into their stomachs?

Just thinking about it, I feel that the happiness index is going up like crazy!

Big eyes and small belly can almost be said to be a common disease in addition to anorexia patients, eating and eating, and the table full of good wine and good food is still sending you a beautiful invitation to Yingying Yanyan, what a painful realization~

Soon, Lin Chou came back with a few red-haired crabs.

said, "I just ate fish balls and can't continue to eat fish, there are just a few river crabs, and it's not bad to deal with them." ”

This species of river crab can be found in many large and small lakes in the vicinity, and unlike ordinary river crabs, the fluff on its pincers is dark red.

The red-haired crab near Mingguang can molt twice a year and is relatively large.

If they can survive the molting period and the seed holding period, their lifespan is generally more than 15 years, which is very long.

Of course, due to its out-of-standard size, its meat is far less tender than ordinary mitten crabs, and it can even be said to be a little rough, but the flavor of the cream is still just as delicious.

Lin Chou didn't bother to deal with it anymore, and directly slapped the red-haired crab upside down on the fire with only red charcoal left.

The red crab has a lot of water in its body, and roasting it upside down can effectively avoid water loss and collect water in the shell.

Hachi obviously hasn't seen this kind of red-haired crab,

"Hmm, this one is from the river? It looks completely different from the red cockroach. ”

Lin Chou was amused by this guy,

"This is a river crab, the red cockroach is in the sea, and the worst is also the confluence of brackish and fresh water, how can it grow into a look if it doesn't match the side?"

Hachi scratches his head,

"Oh, then this thing is a hairy crab~"

"Uh... Sort of. ”

On weekdays, few people have the luxury of grilling river crabs raw, and the roasted cream does have a unique flavor, but it wastes a lot of crab meat.

Because the crab cannot be turned over once it is placed on the coal, there are many gaps under their abdomen, and if too much water escapes, the crab meat inside will be even more inedible and easy to paste.

"Zizi~"

The surface of the crab gradually turns as bright red as a flame, and the color is full and attractive, and the excess juice inside turns into foam and gushes out from the cracks, and the umami of the crab is released together.

The crab aroma with its own smoke is an alternative attempt, which does not support the addition of salt or any materials, and only requires a pile of charcoal and a few crabs.

Hachi burped again, and when he looked at his stomach, he was even more complaining than when he looked at his daughter-in-law's unhappy belly.

"Boss Lin, you said that I will get up and run around the lake a few times now, can my stomach be loaded with some more goods?"

Lin Chou thought about it,

"I don't know if I can decorate it again, but it's for sure."

Hachi was speechless.

Thinking about what I have eaten, if I toss and breathe again, I don't have to live directly, and I don't want to live anymore.

"Almost."

Lin Chou pulled the crab that was put in first out of the fire and used a ruthless iron hand to break it open.

"Huh~"

It was not Lin Chou who exclaimed, but Baal.

"Such a full ointment!"

The golden and attractive crab paste covers almost every inch of the crab shell, and a thin gray-brown film covers it, and it still looks like a complete crab shell.

Slightly charred, with meat.

Lin Chou rubbed his hands, didn't care about the heat, broke off a piece of crab paste and threw it into his mouth,

“emmmmm...”

The crab paste is soft and sandy, and it melts like butter in the mouth, and the mouth is full of rich fragrance.

In particular, the red-haired crab has a "huge" body compared to ordinary river crabs, and it is full of cream, which brings people a sense of satisfaction.

Lin Chou ate his mouth full of oil,

"Next time, get more, go back and make some crab roe soup dumplings and try it."

Even Lin Chou is not lucky enough to meet a precious and rare thing like a butter crab every time, the red crab is so full of cream, if you don't eat some crab roe soup dumplings, I'm sorry for my mouth.

"Ho ho ~ so hot~"

Lin Chou snapped a crab claw and crushed it, sucking the white flesh inside.

The three people of the scientific research institute looked at Lin Chou's miserable eating appearance with teeth and claws on the side, each with a bag of tears in their eyes.

Tears in my eyes, is there any~

Hachi "cried bitterly",

"Woooooo I want to fat my family... Don't stop me... I want to find my mother..."

After struggling three times, his swollen belly limited his mobility.

Xiaoba is like a salted fish that has fallen into the dust, and there is nothing to love in life.

"It's not fair... It's not fair..."

Eating and not being able to eat, looking at and looking down on it, the servants are in a dilemma.

Hachi swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty,

"Boss Lin, is it fragrant?"

Lin Chou nodded for a while.

He put a crab in front of Hachi, who touched his stomach and smiled very bitterly.

was about to excuse himself for two sentences, when he heard Lin Chou say,

"Incense, I don't believe you smell it~!"