When Lin Chou began to tinker with those lion's mane mushrooms, Huang Dashan knew what this thing was going to do, and couldn't help but scream, more pitiful than the four dogs who could pretend to be pitiful.

The finished product of lion's mane mushroom is brown with gold in color, and the spines are densely drooping over the entire crown, and some of them really look like monkey heads covered with golden hair.

The dried lion's mane mushroom does not feel prickly when held in the hand, but rather looks like the fur of some large animal, giving it a charming smooth feeling.

Holding a large handful of lion's mane mushrooms in his hand, Lin Chou lowered his head and took a deep breath.

The dried lion's mane mushroom has lost its original "frivolous" feeling, the fragrance is elegant and light, and it seems to have a little more weight, just like the curling mist and smoke on the lake in the early spring morning.

Lin Chou smiled, he smelled a faint smell of oak in the mushroom aroma of lion's mane mushroom.

Well... This can be seen as a label of the quality of lion's mane mushroom and the environment in which it is grown.

Huang Dashan consciously and voluntarily called the well water, just begging that this product could be prepared quickly, and his self-esteem and handsomeness of Prince Huang did not allow him to personally verify the bullshit proposition that "a fourth-order evolutionary drools to dehydration".

"Pour it into the pot?"

"The pot of the steamer, and this pot, are full."

"Huh?"

"Lion's mane mushrooms are to be steamed."

"Oh..."

Lin Chou put lion's mane mushrooms in a large basin full of water, and then pushed the hot air box to boil for a while.

Soon, the lion's mane mushroom was soaked in an instant, and even Lin Chou didn't even have time to ignite the fire in the steamer.

Lin Chou dismantled the hazelnut chicken that was used to cook soup before and removed the bones, the chicken was no longer usable, but the bones could still be reused.

The thin hazelnut chicken bones were disassembled, cracked, and then put into the pot, and after filling it with water, Lin Chou covered the two-layer large steamer on top, and the bottom of the steamer was covered with three layers of gauze.

Lin Chou said,

"If there is oil in the bones, if you don't separate the lion's mane mushrooms, after steaming out, the mushroom spines will become oily and unsightly, and it will also affect the taste."

Huang Dashan: "......"

Nima, it's not easy to be a cook, do you have to be meticulous to this extent?

Lin Chou used a flat-bottomed large plate to arrange a large plump lion's mane mushroom into a small mountain bag, stuffed green onion and ginger segments into the gaps, and poured some cooking wine.

Lin Chou gave an explanation to himself,

"Lion's mane mushrooms will inevitably have a bitter and astringent taste even if the quality is good, so after soaking, it is best to use cooking wine to steam or boil with green onion and ginger to neutralize the bitterness.

The steamed lion's mane mushroom was cut into large thick slices, put into the pot to channel the soup, the soup boiled, and then the "thin" individuals who had been processed before made Huang Dashan complain about the Hash Ants for a long time.

Then, the big-breasted sister walked into the kitchen sweating and handed a small bowl of dry things to Lin Chou.

"Boss, it's done."

Lin Chou snorted, grabbed it in the small bowl, threw it into the bowl with well water next to it, and then carefully put the rest away.

Huang Dashan pouted, didn't he just let Chi get some "big oil" of Hash Ants, that thing is the dried product of the fallopian tubes of adult Hash Ants, who doesn't know.

Then the big oil walked around in the hot air box, and when it came out again, it was not the greasy light brown with gray-white thin dry skin Zou Baba ugly appearance, but like cotton wool white and loose, originally only the bottom of the bowl was lost, but now it has swelled hair and crowded the whole bowl.

Shan Ye couldn't help but poke with his hand,

"Ahh It's quite resilient..."

Lin Chou slapped away the claws of this goods,

"Stay put."

After rummaging through the cabinets, Lin Chou had a few more bags in his hand, on which were written with the words "bone", "fat", "tail" and "tendon" in black pen.

This is the "legacy" of the poor musk deer that has turned into XO sauce, well, that is, leftovers, all turned into dry goods.

Lin Chou only took two pieces of tail bones, and only took two tendons of two centimeters in length, which were already eliminated leftovers, and Lin Chou was quite satisfied with being so big after drying.

The coccyx can be washed directly into the soup pot, and the tendons need to be fried in warm oil for a few rounds to get the right size, and finally the broken pieces are washed and put into the pot.

Lin Chou held a long-handled spoon and beat the grease and foam, and gently stirred the pot of fresh soup.

The whole hash ant sank to the bottom of the pot, dyeing the whole pot of clear soup with a touch of weighty blue-black, like a miniature version of the thick earth and undulating mountains; When the thick slices of lion's mane mushroom drift in the clear mushroom soup, the hanging fine mushroom thorns flutter and flutter without strength, and touch the big oil of the hash ant like white clouds, as if the two may merge into one at any time.

Huang Dashan muttered,

"What's special is that Lao Tzu has been alone for a long time? How do you look at a pot of soup and think the mountains and rivers are beautiful?! ”

Lin Chou said,

"Isn't it yet to the point where the eyebrows are clear, there is still salvation~"

......

I don't know what Shan Ye said when he radioed to this group of people, this group of evolutionaries hurried over one by one, and the convoy was lined up in a long line, which was particularly spectacular.

Wei Tianxing parked the car to the side, walked around the other side like a fat butterfly fluttering, and opened the door.

"Baby, it's here~"

"Hmm..."

Wei Qingyu held Wei Tianxing with his arms very face-saving, so the fat man took a figure-eight step with contempt in all directions, and entered the small restaurant under the gaze of everyone.

"Eh, I'm going to have my temper! Isn't there a girl, look at him..."

"It's amazing to have a girl?!"

"That's it!"

"I really want to peel that fat face off and paste it on the wall..."

Several middle-aged uncles with considerable strength were indignant, and looked at each other with the same hatred on their faces.

After smiling and saying hello, they each found a corner where no one was, and hurriedly found out the communication tool.

"Now immediately put on your most sassy clothes and roll me to Yanhui Mountain... I don't care what bullshit you have... I'll give you a... Half an hour... Can't get there? If you can't get to the legs, I'll give you a discount! What's up? Marriage!! What the hell... Well... Well... It's Wei Qingyu... Nonsense... Of course, the surname Wen is not there... Eight hundred, you're not enough for someone to pinch with one hand... Fart... You say you have someone who has a good looking parent? Little rabbit, you tell me the truth what you did last night, did you take drugs? I don't pee on yourself..."

Three minutes had passed, and the earpiece was silent, as if it had been scolded.

Putting down the communication tools and tidying up the collar that had just been torn, the middle-aged uncles sighed in unison, feeling that they were several years old for no reason.

"It's better to give birth to this thing than to give birth to a pork knuckle, at the beginning... Alas... Mother's Hippie's! ”