After Lin Chou took Leng Han to visit his strategic reserves, the sea cucumbers still did not soak well.

Lin Chou said,

"Sea cucumbers have to wait a little longer, why don't we make some staple food to fill our stomachs first."

Leng Han said strangely,

"Staples? Is it what you usually eat? ”

Lin Chou can't say that the staple food that buddies usually eat is duck, so he had to play haha and get by.

He pointed to a small patch of grass outside the dining area,

"Well, that's my food!"

"You're usually just... Just eat grass..."

Leng Han felt that his nose was a little sour.

Lin Chou said with a smile,

"What do you think, no matter how I say it, I'm also an evolutionary, and I'll starve to death if I don't eat meat just by eating these things."

Lin Chou held a crystal sickle, brushed and cut several large bundles of withered yellow grass, pointed to the ears of grain on it and said,

"This is teff, the world's smallest grain, so far I have the only living plant, don't look at its small particles, after grinding into flour and used to make cakes, it is the best, fragrant and crispy!"

Leng Han tried to widen his eyes, and it took a long time to find where the grain ears were, dumbfounded,

"That's too small, isn't it..."

Looking at the ears of seeds, they may not be a few tenths the size of a millet grain.

Lin Chou sorted out the ears of the teff and threw them into the crystal grinding disc and grinded them.

"Don't take bean bags as dry food, small is small, the taste is not bad at all, what a delicate little thing, isn't it?"

The flour from the thrush is pale yellow, and it naturally has a burnt aroma of its own oil.

"Will we meet?"

"Huh? Ah..."Leng Han was stunned by the question, and it took a long time for Ai Ai to say, "Yes!" ”

"Yes!"

Lin Chou carried the flour into a small room, secretly beat N duck eggs into it, and stirred it viciously until even the duck egg's own mother couldn't recognize that it was his own egg, and then handed the basin to Leng Han,

"Look at you~"

Leng Han took off his coat with his hands, revealing his smooth forearms and tight-fitting tactical vest,

"Guaranteed to get the job done."

Syllable!

Syllable!

There was a continuous sound of slapping and slapping on the board, and Lin Chou cheered hard,

"Yes, yes, come clockwise, don't move your arms, use your wrists hard, press down with the back of your palms, beautiful! It's pretty standard! ”

"Well, when you knead it for seven weeks, you will pick up the dough and fall it hard, yes, the expression should be fierce, my father said, so that the dough will be afraid of you, so that it will not become a soft hob meat."

If it were an ordinary person, I would have scolded my mother a long time ago.

The dead dough with only duck eggs and no water has not been fermented at all, and the hard ones can't bear the strength, even if the eight-foot man comes to knead it for such an hour, he has to send his arm back to the furnace to rebuild.

- Good thing it's a cold tyrannosaurus!

Eventually, the dough turned into a golden, unusually smooth lump in the hands of the cold tyrannosaur.

Leng Han's face was not red or panting, and he asked a little expectantly,

"Okay?"

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up,

"Girl, you are very talented, do you want to learn to cook with me?"

Leng Han crossed his arms with a cold expression.

Hold your head high, super fierce,

"Lieutenant General Ben is still busy saving the world!"

Lin Chou's momentum was suddenly swept away by such a murderous weapon,

"Well, what the woman said is very true!"

He took out a bamboo pole that was slightly thicker than an adult's arm, pinned one end into a circular groove at the end of the board, and squeezed the dough inch by inch with the bamboo pole.

Leng Han said suddenly,

"Do you want to make bamboo noodles?"

"Yes, Zhusheng noodles, flour is almost meaningful, but it should have a different flavor."

"You don't have a soul when you do this, isn't Zhusheng noodles going to sit on the bamboo pole, and then jump and jump on one leg to flatten the noodles?"

“......”

Lin Chou looked confused.

With Leng Zhong, you will ride a bamboo pole and jump around on one leg as a necessary operation for bamboo lifting noodles?

That's the strength of ordinary people who don't have enough strength and need to weigh to make up, Ben Shuai's one-handed handsome ability to overturn tigers, leopards and jackals is more handsome than only one unicorn arm is enough, okay!

It was pressed back and forth many times, and it wasn't until an hour and a half later that Lin Chou said,

"It's almost now."

The next one is relatively simple, the knife worker teaches how to be a person in minutes, cutting the thin dough like a cicada's wings into noodles.

The dough is in constant contact with the air, and the most important thing is to ensure that there are no air bubbles left in the dough.

It is not difficult to be both thin and smooth and elastic.

"Why is there still a piece of dough left uncut?"

"Of course it's wrapped into wonton, wonton noodles, how can you lose your soul!"

The thin-skinned wonton of Lin Chou Bao is filled with whitebait meat and shrimp, and each wonton requires three whole shrimp to be enough.

Tender whitebait, half-fried duck eggs over low heat, translucent shrimp, tender green wild leeks and shallots, and finally a little juicy fresh chopped cattail, beat vigorously until the sound becomes a sticky pop, and the minced meat will not slip off on the whole shrimp but will be self-contained.

Lin Chou moved quickly and wrapped the wontons, each of which looked like a goldfish with a fat head and a fat brain the size of a ping-pong ball dragging a crony.

The milky white broth used to cook wonton noodles is made with the sun-dried whitebait bones that Lin Chou has worked hard to accumulate and... emmmm's duck boiled...

Leng Han had actually smelled it, but he was embarrassed to say anything.

The noodles rise and fall three or four times in the boiling soup, and are put into a large bowl with the shiny and almost transparent wonton that has floated on the soup noodles, and finally sprinkled with chopped shallots and browned shrimp roe.

"Shrimp roe wonton noodles, taste it~"

Leng Han hesitated slightly,

"No salt?"

Lin Chou smiled,

"The salt has been spared!"

"When was it put there?"

"You taste it first."

The slow-roasted shrimp roe releases the vitality of long-stored shrimp in the rich soup, and it expands more than twice in a matter of seconds, and the shrimp roe, which was originally browned like millet, quickly becomes crystalline.

A wisp of thorough deliciousness bloomed in the soup and spread to Leng Han's nose.

"Well, the taste of this shrimp roe is so heavy, so fresh."

Lin Chou took a mouthful of noodles, stuffed the huge wonton into his mouth, and carefully experienced the crisp and extremely explosive feeling of the shrimp in his mouth.

"Of course, I sifted out this shrimp roe little by little with a sieve, and then steamed it with wild onions and fish fragrant leaves, and slowly fried it over a slight heat, and only a small bottle of more than a dozen catties of shrimp roe finally came out."

Leng Han took a sip of the soup lightly,

"It's more delicious than it smells, what's so special about shrimp roe shrimp, the shrimp roe noodles I've eaten don't have such a delicious taste."

"It doesn't seem like anything special, but if I have to say, maybe it's because the water in this saltwater river is cold, and all animals grow slowly?" Lin Chou gulped his mouth, and was very embarrassed by the hot hiss.

say

"It's the shrimp wrapped in wonton, why don't you eat it?"