Chapter 499

The skin is very hard. Anwen doesn't want the skin. She tears the skin. When she does this action, everyone looks surprised. It's too fierce.

Anwen focuses on cutting the meat, cutting off the fresh meat piece by piece. If Peter doesn't think it's OK, Anwen still wants to cut off all the fresh meat.

"They're going to break down soon. We need to find a place." Said Peter.

Ryan helped Anwen carry the pot and walk to the front of the rock. Fortunately, he saw a hole here. Such a layer of rock even formed a natural hole. It's very rare.

We are hungry, but we don't know how to deal with the meat. The branches on the tree are sparse and withered, so we can't string meat at all. In addition to grass and soil, we don't even have leaves wrapped with meat.

Anwen said: "well, I'll cut some fat and fry it in oil. You can find some stones."

Anwen finished and ran back. Peter was looking for something outside to make a fence. Anwen had already gone far.

"What? Shall we go to her? What if Anwen is in danger? "

"She's Anwen. There's no danger." He was also afraid that the animals were in danger. Fortunately, he found food. Otherwise, if Anwen came back hungry and carried her head to protect the animals, they would all go to prison.

Anwen took a piece of fat back, there is no water can not wash the pot and meat, can only make do with.

Anwen asked them to pick up the meat, and then cut the fat into small pieces and fry them. These guests may not have seen such oil pressing. They all looked closely at it. Then klaette's sweat dripped in, fried and splashed everywhere.

Collective screams!

Ann Wen almost didn't laugh at them.

Because the fat is cut small, the oil is quickly squeezed out, and the fat meat loses oil and water, and then gradually shrinks and turns black.

Anwen picked up the pot from the stone and was almost scalded.

There is nothing else on the African grassland. There is a pile of hay that can catch fire.

Anwen used a stick to pick out the dark fat, then put the pot back on the stone, and the oil soon smoked, and put the meat in one by one.

The meat began to sizzle and puffed up. The protein and sugar of the meat reacted in the high temperature, and the meat aroma overflowed. The hungry guests swallowed and salivated.

Anwen fried on both sides, the first put into the turn over, and then turn over one by one, become coke outside, crisp outside and tender inside.

"Anwen, you are so wonderful, like a chef!" Sally praised.

Peter nodded and said, "medium well, is that ok?"

Anwen looked at Peter and said, "if you have something to pick up, I'll allow you to be medium rare."

There is no food in this place. We will eat around the pot later.

"Well, medium." Peter's way.

"Well done!" Said Ryan.

Anwen is a Chinese stomach. She wants to say it's well done, but the minority is subordinate to the majority. She says, "well done."

She didn't say it was her final compromise.

Put salt and fry until it's done. Anwen stops. She starts to cut the meat into small pieces with a knife. There is some gravy in it, but there is no blood.

After cutting, they pricked the small pieces with a knife, and then they ate them with a twig, cut them into small pieces and pierced small holes, even if the branches were small enough to hold them up.

Because there is waste heat in the pot, it's nearly cooked to nine minutes after finishing. It's fat but not greasy. Although it's far from delicious as beef, it's enough for them who are hungry.

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