No matter what the poor Black Mountain wild boar experienced before his death, and how miserable it was, the two hind legs of the pig brought by it were already able to meet Lin Moumou's pickiness and expectations for ingredients.

The red pork exudes a sense of blood and vitality, even after being chopped into minced meat, it still shows a difference from ordinary black mountain wild boar.

More sticky and heavier in color.

Mackerel can be said to be a particularly old stuffing of steamed dumplings and wontons, and the recipe is also very rich.

Some people like to add milk to the mackerel filling to increase the freshness and make the fish smoother. Some people like to cooperate with leeks to remove fishiness and greasy; And some people like to add mutton and mutton fat, fish and sheep are fresh~

As for the use of wild boar, well, there should not have been one before the cataclysm, but pork belly is common.

Lin Chou peeled off the skin of the mackerel before chopping the filling, the meat of the mackerel is very firm and sweet, and the only thing that smells a little fishy may be the fish skin.

Mackerel and pork minced meat do not eat oil, you can add a little green onion and ginger water, and the rest of the water needs to be cut into small cubes and mixed with the filling.

As for the pre-cataclysmic practice of adding flour paste or water starch, it is absolutely not advisable to do so - 99 percent of the people who do it are businessmen and not relatives, and the significance of adding weight and reducing the amount of labor to the dumplings is far greater than anything else.

After mixing the mackerel and pork, it is best to beat the strength, just like the shrimp wonton, this filling is definitely not enough just to whip the strength.

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

Huang Dashan lay on the table,

"When this guy is cooking unhurriedly, Lao Tzu can't help but want to stop and take a few more looks, sometimes it's the same when he's not hungry, it's weird."

Sikong was shocked,

"Oh, Master Shan, your heroine template is finally willing to take it out and use it?"

Huang Dashan's mouth is a "roll" word, which is very loud and straightforward.

Leng Han nodded to Bai Amateur on the side and whispered,

"Indeed, he gave me a very quiet and reassuring feeling when he cooked."

The white amateur secretly laughed,

"It's the other way around!"

Leng Han was puzzled,

"Huh?"

"It's obviously very hot, and it's so hot that people's hearts are swaying, right, look at you, your face is red~"

"Sister Bai!!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it..."

Lin Chou crackled and beat for a while before stopping, grabbed a little meat filling and put it in the water basin, and only nodded when he saw the meat filling floating on the water.

Energetic beating, announced completion.

As for the part of the filling on the tip of the hazel chicken wings, don't use such a rough technique, just mix it with the skin jelly and stir it a few times.

There are two large pots of stuffing – of course, the large pot for mackerel and pork filling is at least three times the size of the hazelnut chicken wing tip filling.

Lin Chou rolled the noodles with a sigh,

"I've made wontons, and I'll go up to the back mountain to wash my hands."

This is to fight local tyrants and divide the land.

Everyone giggled and drilled back into the mountain, and even Leng Han and Bai Suren washed their hands and came back.

Sikong also washed his hands by himself, and didn't mind the ingredients he brought being shared by everyone - anyway, he could eat two bowls at most if there were dozens of kilograms of ingredients he brought, and Dule was obviously not as good as Zhonglele.

Huang Dashan put the fillings in the big basin in small basins, and placed two pots on the table next to each other, and the same filling was wrapped up in more than a dozen shapes of wontons, which was quite exciting.

Wu Ke casually put the wontons he wrapped next to the one of the old men,

"Yo, Huan Fei Yan is thin?"

Wu Kebao's wontons have a lot in common with him, with a thin stomach and slender limbs, and very little stuffing in it, but he has to pinch out a long skirt.

And the ravioli of the door condition package...

"Wow, what kind of stuff are you bagging, depth charge?"

"It's amazing my little breasted brother, the first time I've seen wontons that can be wrapped in the shape of buns."

The door was extremely ashamed, and his face was hot.

This is really not to blame him, he is not from this kind of background, not to say that he is clothed to reach out for food and open his mouth, how can he not do it himself to be rich in food and clothing, food, housing and transportation are carefully served, let him kill a few beasts to roast and eat that is indeed more humane, as for the technical operation with such a high difficulty coefficient of making wontons...

Hehe, forget it.

His fingers are so thick, and the wontons are only so big, how can he wrap them??

A room full of people looked here, and the old man at the door said that he was suffering, and he was stumbling for a long time.

"Uh... This stuffing is so slippery..."

The crowd laughed.

Wu Ke sighed and shook his head, and rushed to the door.

"Look over there, learn a little."

Looking in the direction of the door, I saw that the most ferocious cold tyrannosaurus in Mingguang Base City was staring fiercely at the two pots of stuffing in front of him with a predatory gaze, except for Prince Huang and Bai A, who were casual, Leng Han's table was not sitting at all.

It's really cold, with a stiffening effect surrounded by air conditioning.

I can see the situation of the door, this is also a person who can't make wontons like him.

"See what?"

Wu Ke frowned, and his elbow slammed him,

"Shhhh

The slippery filling made Leng Hanzhi frown, although it was very sticky, but this thing was like a puddle of slimes always trying to roll off the flour-stained, thin wonton wrappers, roll on his hands and roll to the ground.

Like a novice's slimy dignity and face,

"Pia chirp~"

Nope.

The newcomer's first bag is the soup filling series, which is inevitably too cruel, but who made Mingguang's weather too hot, the skin jelly in the filling melted a little half before everyone started to wrap, and as soon as it was placed on the dough, it dissolved faster.

Well?

Melted?

I can't bear it!

Leng Han was expressionless and scooped up half a spoonful of mackerel and pork stuffing with a small spoon - in fact, everyone else used mediocre bamboo slices, such as Lin Chou, a flick and a wipe are a wonton, and the movements of his fingers are about to come out of the phantom, it is simply a human-shaped wonton press,

However, Leng Han couldn't pick it up at all, so he had to replace it with a small spoon with a concave belly.

The slime made of mackerel and pork was just about to rampage on the dough to conquer the city.

"Ding!"

A streak of white gas drifted from the filling to the side, flowing towards the ground.

Leng Han showed a satisfied expression and squeezed hard,

"Click, click."

It's good, it's frozen strong enough.

However, maybe the temperature of the filling is too low and it affects the dough, or maybe the dough is stained with too much flour and refuses to put it together to make a wonton.

Leng Han hesitated for a moment, sneakily peeking at Lin Chou-

"Ding!"

Well, the dough is frozen together, and the shape is perfect.

Bai Suren reminded,

"It's easy to bloom when you cook it like this."

Leng Han was stunned,

"Oh... Can't boil it? ”

Bai Asu was also stunned,

"Ahh Right... If you can't boil it, it's fine..."

She hadn't understood what Leng Han meant.

As a result, the wonton in Leng Han's hand made a rustling and freezing sound, and there was an extra layer of extremely thin ice crystals on the surface.

Leng Han said,

"It won't boil."

Leng Han threw the wonton on the board,

"Zheng~"

The ravioli's thin, translucent skirt is like a knife, piercing directly into the board.

The door was full of cold sweat, scared-

Not to mention 100 degrees of water in this wonton, eighty percent of it has to be refined in a steel-making furnace for three or five minutes to thaw.

Wu Ke obviously didn't know under what conditions the ice crystals condensed by an evolutionary of Leng Han's level with the power of the origin could melt, but he was just a serious education guy,

"See, you have to pay attention to skills in doing things, have you learned it? Oh... It's useless for you to learn, you and Lieutenant General Leng don't seem to have the same bloodline ability..."

"Hehehe, what's that, it's a bypass, there will always be a way."

The door rolled his eyes, and finally confirmed a little.

On this mountain, there are no normal people at all, it's all a riot operation!

Lao Tzu has been locked up here and starved for so many days, what a mistake!

The wonton wrapping is very fast, after all, there are still a lot of people.

It's just that Lin Chou's pot for the stuffing is too big, and in the middle, Lin Chou went to mix the noodles twice before he finished wrapping all the fillings.

He went to the back kitchen and looked at the pork belly chicken in the cauldron,

"The soup is not completely white, and it will have to be boiled for a while."

Lin Chou said to Sister Big-breasted and Su Yourong, took care of the fire, got up and went to the back mountain to find a spice - nepeta.

The small green seedlings can be found at a glance in the mud next to the stream, and the taste is fragrant and pungent, which is very special.

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that nepeta has a pungent taste, warm nature, enters the lungs and liver meridians, and has the effect of publishing, dispelling wind and regulating blood, and Su Song's "Book of Herbal Pictures" in the Song Dynasty records that it is "spicy and fragrant, and people take it as lettuce", which is a rare dual-purpose ingredient for medicine and food, and often eats many benefits to the human body.

However, the taste of nepeta is stronger, which is not acceptable to ordinary people with mild tastes, and at the same time, people with heavy tastes can't put it down and talk about it.

Lin Chou pinched a small handful of the top shoots, thinking that it was enough, after all, each person's small wontons only need a small bud tip to bring out all the flavors.

After returning, boil the small wontons in the pot, cook them quickly, one fence at a time, because the wontons are very small, they tumble up and down a few times and they have already floated.

Lin Chou took out the big bowls of human heads and lined them up, only sprinkled some green salt at the bottom of each bowl, put a nepeta bud, and even the wontons and soup were flushed, refreshing and refreshing.

After each person mixed a bowl, there was actually most of it left, and he unceremoniously put it in his pocket and kept it in the incubator.

Huang Dashan held the old bowl with a big head and sucked a big mouthful of milky white pork belly chicken soup,

"Hiss"

The warm and oily soup lingered in the mouth, and after swallowing, the spicy aroma of white pepper was instantly converted into heat, and the whole stomach became warm.

This bite is obviously not enough,

"Suck Yo"

As a result, the soup in the old bowl almost bottomed out.

The small wontons swirled like schools of fish in a pond that was about to dry up, and the wontons were not delicious without soup.

So Huang Dashan held back, scooped up a few wontons the size of a little finger, and half a spoonful of soup.

After thinking about it, he spilled the soup back into the bowl halfway, and then put it in his mouth comfortably and took a bite.

"Po"

Huang Dashan didn't know how to describe this feeling, it was very strange and comfortable.

Standing next to him, Sikong, who was holding a bowl to eat in a standing position like him, exhaled a hot breath with emotion,

"It's like a fresh and huge salmon roe, and when it bursts, it's all fresh and sweet!"

Huang Dashan rolled his eyes-

Heheda, look at people, how cultured, why didn't I think of it, I want to vomit when I say it.

Huang Dashan poured a large spoonful of small wontons into his mouth again.

"Hmm..."

"Wonderful..."

"It's like a fresh and huge salmon roe, and when it bursts, it's all fresh and sweet!"

This time it was Sikong's turn to roll his eyes.

The feeling of eating a small wonton in the mouth is indeed different from the usual wonton, the wonton skin is thin and you can see through the white or light yellow filling inside, but it is actually very elastic, as if there is a faint alkaline taste in it, which is particularly good.

The wonton the size of a little finger is actually full of soup, and when you bite it, it will burst directly, and everyone should be very irritable if you think about it, and they are all warriors who explode on the spot without saying a word.

The soup feels like cheese, very sticky, so hot that people are reluctant to open their mouths, for fear that the delicious taste will disappear with the wind.

After feeling the impact of chicken trotter soup, there are two completely different fillings.

The ratio of hazel chicken wings and small wontons with mackerel black mountain wild boar meat is about 1:3, and it can still be distinguished if you distinguish them carefully, but Huang Dashan's mouthful, but regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, they directly let them have a passionate collision in their big mouths.

The deliciousness of the hazel chicken, the flexibility of the mackerel, the delicate oiliness of the rump meat of the black mountain wild boar knocked out with the board by hand, and the style of the chicken trotter soup melt in the mouth to melt the taste.

It's absolutely stunning!

Huang Dashan had no choice but to look at Sikong with a blank eye, and a thousand words were written in his huge eyes:

You say, why don't you say it, don't you say it, how can I pretend to be a cultural person and sigh about the delicious little wontons?

Sikong eats wontons with his head bored, and does not give face at all.

Huang Dashan snorted, smacking his lips with some pity by the way,

"Eat so fast, Lin Zixin's eyes are so small, can't he change to a bigger bowl?"

This smack, smacking out the taste.

Just now, the taste buds were patronized by the hazel chicken, mackerel, all kinds of delicious attacks, this time a little rest, the fresh and sharp nepeta freshness immediately shallow under the nose of the wandering, just like the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain alley, maybe still wearing a cheongsam.

Because the spicy aroma of white pepper is still there, Huang Dashan didn't feel the spiciness, but there was an indescribable freshness, like eating a piece of cold and refreshing tall radishes.

The mouth full of fish aroma and hazel chicken flavor were "cleared" by nepeta with only a little greasy, Huang Dashan was stunned, and felt that he could eat two... No... Three old bowls.

So Tian shamelessly pounced on Lin Chou with the old bowl,

"Lin smash, Lin smash, give another bowl!"

"Get out."

"People still give a full meal before they die, and they can still order food, let's eat bowls of wontons too much!"

"You're going to die?"

"Don't be so stingy, hey, I'll bring my own bowl next time."

"You dare!"

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