Chapter 1108： Pork belly and chicken soup small wonton (2 in 1)

No matter how tragic what the poor Black Mountain wild boar went through during his lifetime, the two pig hind legs it brought can already satisfy Lin Moumou's picky and expectations of the ingredients.

The red pork has a sense of blood and vitality, even after being chopped into mashed meat, it still shows the difference from ordinary Black Mountain wild pork.

More stickiness and heavier color.

Bayu can be said to be a very old type of stuffed dumplings, dumplings and wontons, and the practice is also very rich.

Some people like to add milk to the meat of Spanish mackerel to increase the freshness and make the fish more smooth and elastic; some like to use leeks to remove fishy and greasy; while some people like to add lamb and mutton oil, fish and sheep are fresh~

As for the wild pork, um, it shouldn't be available before the cataclysm, but pork belly is common.

Lin Chou peeled off the skin before he chopped and stuffed the Spanish mackerel. The flesh of the Spanish mackerel was very firm and sweet, and the only fishy smell might be the skin.

The minced Spanish mackerel and minced pork do not eat oil. You can add a little bit of green onion and **** water. The remaining water needs to be prepared before, cut into small cubes and mix with the filling.

As for the method of adding flour paste or water starch before the cataclysm, it is absolutely undesirable-99% of those who do that are businessmen rather than relatives. The significance of adding weight to dumplings and reducing labor is far greater than the other.

After mixing the minced Spanish mackerel and minced pork, it is best to beat it up. The reason is the same as the shrimp wonton. The whipping strength of this filling is definitely not enough.

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

Huang Dashan lay on the table,

"When this guy is not hurriedly cooking, I just want to roar and roar, and I can't help but want to stop and take a look. Sometimes it's the same if he's not hungry, it's weird."

Sikong was shocked and suspicious,

"Oh, Lord Shan, your heroine template is finally willing to use it?"

Huang Dashan opens his mouth to be a "roll" character, which is justified and very resounding.

Leng Han nodded in a quiet voice to the amateur,

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

Bai Suren smiled secretly,

"That's the opposite!"

Leng Han doubts,

"Ok?"

"It's obviously very hot, it's so hot that people's hearts sway, right? Look at you, your face is red~"

"Sister Bai!!"

"Good good, let's not talk..."

Lin Chou slapped it cracklingly for a long time, then stopped, grabbed a little meat filling and placed it in the basin. He nodded when he saw the meat floating on the water.

Beat up the strength and declare it complete.

As for the filling of the tip of the hazel chicken wings, it is not necessary to use such a rough method. It is enough to mix the skin and stir a few times.

There are two large pots for the filling-of course, the large pot filled with mackerel and pork is at least three times the size of the hazel chicken wing filling.

Lin Chou babbled and babbled and made noodles,

"I have made wontons, and I will go to the back mountain and wash my hands."

This is the division of the land by the local tyrants.

Everyone laughed and joked, and even Leng Han and Bai Suren washed their hands and came back.

Sikong also washed his hands, and didn't mind that the ingredients he brought were shared by everyone. Anyway, he brought dozens of kilograms of ingredients and he could only eat two bowls at most. Dole Le Le was obviously not as good as everyone Le Le.

Huang Dashan put the fillings in the big pots into small pots, and placed two pots on the table one by one. The same fillings were filled with a dozen kinds of wontons, which was quite wonderful.

Wu Ke casually placed the wontons he had wrapped next to the one of Mr. Men Kuang.

"Yeah, Huanfeiyan is thin?"

The wontons made by Wu Ke are very much in common with him. The belly is dry and thin and the limbs are slender. There are very few fillings in it, but the long skirt must be made.

And the wontons...

"Wow, what's that kid with the surname door, depth bomb?"

"It's amazing, my little breasted brother, for the first time I saw wontons that can be wrapped into buns."

The door condition was extremely ashamed, and his faces were hot.

It’s not to blame him. He’s not the only one who comes from clothes to stretch out his hands and eat to open his mouth. How can he not do it by himself to get enough food and clothing. There are people carefully waiting for him to kill a few wild beasts and eat them. That is indeed more humane. As for the technical operation of making wontons with such a high degree of difficulty...

Haha, forget it.

His fingers are so thick, and the wontons are only so big, how can they be wrapped? ?

Everyone in the room looked at this place, and the man in the room had a hard time talking and hesitated for a long time.

"Uh... this stuffing is too thin..."

Everyone laughed.

Wu Ke sighed and shook his head.

"Look over there and learn a little bit."

Looking at the situation along the direction, I saw the most ferocious cold tyrannosaurus in Mingguang base city staring fiercely at the two pots of fillings in front of him with a hunting gaze. Except for the casual Prince Huang and Bai Suren, cold Han didn't sit at the table at all.

It's really cold, with the stiff effect of air-conditioning.

I understand the situation, this is the same as him who doesn't know how to make wontons.

"What are you looking at?"

Wu Ke frowned, his elbow hit him,

"Shhh, watch and learn."

The slippery stuffing made Leng Han frown. Although it is very sticky, it is like a pool of slime, always thinking about rolling on the thin wonton skin that is soaked in flour. Come down, roll onto your hands and roll to the ground.

Like the slimy dignity and face of a novice,

"Pia harp~"

Gone.

The soup series that the newcomers started to pack is too cruel, but who made the Mingguang weather too hot? The skin jelly in the filling almost melted for a little while before everyone started to pack it. On the dough, it melts faster.

Ok?

melted?

It's unbearable!

Leng Han used a small spoon expressionlessly to scoop up half a spoonful of mackerel pork stuffing-in fact, other people used plain bamboo strips, such as Lin Chou, a wonton with one flick, and the movements of his fingers almost came out. The phantom is here, it’s a humanoid ravioli press,

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

The slime made of Spanish mackerel and pork was just about to rush into the city on the dough.

"Ding!"

A whiff of white air drifted aside from the filling, flowing towards the ground.

Leng Han showed a satisfied expression and squeezed hard.

"Cack, click."

Very good, it's frozen solid enough.

However, it may be that the temperature of the filling is too low to affect the dough, or it may be that there is too much flour on the dough, and it is said that they refuse to put together and turn into wontons.

Leng Han hesitated for a moment, and sneaked at Lin Chou.

"Ding!"

Okay, the dough was frozen together and the shape was perfect.

Bai Suren reminded,

"It's easy to bloom like this."

Leng Han was taken aback,

"Oh... can't it be cooked?"

Bai Suren also followed for a moment.

"Ah...right...just can't cook..."

She still didn't understand what Leng Han meant.

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

Leng Han said,

"It won't be boiled like this."

Leng Han threw the wonton on the chopping board,

"Zheng~"

The semi-transparent skirt of the wonton is like a knife, and it is directly pierced on the cutting board.

Men Kuang's face was full of cold sweat, frightened--

Especially this wonton, let alone a hundred degrees of water, put it in the steelmaking furnace for about three to five minutes to defrost.

Obviously, Wu Ke doesn’t know under what conditions the ice crystals condensed by an evolutionary of Leng Han’s level with the power of the original source can melt. It’s just a serious education buddy.

"See you, do you need to pay attention to skills in doing things, have you learned it? Oh...it's useless for you to learn, your bloodline abilities seem to be different from those of Lieutenant General Leng..."

"Hehehe, what? If you follow the analogy, there will always be a way."

The situation of the door rolled his eyes and finally confirmed a little.

On this mountain, there are no normal people at all, it's all Sao operations!

It's really wrong for Lao Tzu to be hungry for so much innocence!

Wontons are packed quickly, after all, there are still many people.

It's just that the pot that Lin Chou filled with the fillings was too big, and Lin Chou went to make the noodles twice before he would wrap up all the fillings.

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

"The soup hasn't been thoroughly cooked yet, and it will be boiled for a while."

Lin Chou said to Big Breast Sister and Su Yourong, looking after the fire, he got up and went to the back mountain to find a kind of spice-Nepeta.

The small green seedlings can be found at a glance in the mud by the stream. The smell is fresh and spicy, and it is very special.

Chinese medicine believes that nepeta has a pungent taste, warm in nature, enters the lungs and liver meridian, and has the effects of publishing, dispelling wind, and regulating blood. Su Song's "Book of Sketches" in the Song Dynasty recorded that "spicy fragrance can be eaten, and people take lettuce". A rare medicinal and food ingredient, regular consumption has many benefits to the human body.

However, the taste of Nepeta is more aggressive, which is not acceptable to ordinary people with mild taste. At the same time, people with heavy taste can't put it down and talk about it.

Lin Chou pinched a handful of the top shoots, thinking it was enough. After all, each person's small wonton only needs a small sprout tip to bring out all the flavor.

After returning, boil the small wontons in a hot pot, simmering them on a violent fire, and each time they simmered, because the wontons are so small, they will float up after a few rolls.

Lin Chou took out the human head and big sea bowls and lined them up, sprinkled some green salt on the bottom of each bowl, and put a nepeta sprout on it, and even the wontons were flushed with soup, and they were served refreshingly.

After each person had evened a bowl, there was still more than half of it, and he unceremoniously put it in his bag and kept it in the incubator.

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

"hiss"

The warm, oily and oily soup was lingering in the mouth. After swallowing, the spicy scent of white pepper instantly converted into heat, and the whole stomach became warm.

This bite is obviously not enough,

"Sucking"

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

The small wontons are swirling around, like a school of fish in a pond about to dry up, and wontons are not tasty without the soup.

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

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

"Boom"

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

Standing next to him, Si Kong, who was holding a bowl for food in a standing position like him, exhaled with emotion,

"It's like a fresh and huge salmon roe. After popping it, it's all fresh and sweet with vitality!"

Huang Dashan rolled his eyes--

Hehe, look at the people, how educated they are, how come I didn't expect it, I just want to vomit.

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

"Ok..."

"Wonderful..."

"It's like a fresh and huge salmon roe. After popping, everything inside is as fresh and sweet as vitality!"

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

The feeling of eating small wontons in your mouth is indeed different from that of ordinary wontons. The thin skin of wontons can see through the color or the white or light yellow fillings inside, but they are actually very elastic, and there seems to be a hint of alkalinity. Inside, it's great.

The small finger-sized wontons are actually full of soup, which will burst directly when you bite them. Every character should be very irritable, and they are all warriors who explode on the spot.

The soup inside felt like cheese. It was very sticky. It was so hot that it made people reluctant to open their mouths, for fear that the delicious taste would pass away with the wind.

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

The ratio of hazel chicken wing sharp small wontons and Spanish mackerel black mountain wild pork small wontons is about 1:3. If you distinguish them carefully, you can still distinguish them. However, if Huang Dashan goes down, it doesn't matter if they are three or seven twenty one. There was a passionate collision in his big mouth.

The deliciousness of hazel chicken, the flexibility of Spanish mackerel, the delicate oiliness of the black mountain wild boar hip meat that is knocked out by hand with the board, and the style of chicken hoof soup melt in the mouth in a furnace.

It's absolutely amazing!

Huang Dashan had to look at Sikong eagerly, with a thousand words written in his huge eyes:

Say it, why don't you say it, why don't you say, how can I pretend to be a cultural person and feel that delicious little wontons all of a sudden?

Sikong eats wontons without giving him any face.

Huang Dashan hummed and smacked his lips with a pity.

"It's so fast to eat, Lin Zixin is so small, can't he change to a larger bowl?"

This smack, the smell came out.

The taste buds just patronized and were attacked by all kinds of deliciousness such as hazel chicken and mackerel. Now I took a break, and the fresh and tasteful nepeta immediately hovered under my eyelids, just like the support in the rain alley. The girl with the oil-paper umbrella might still be wearing a cheongsam.

Because the spicy aroma of white pepper is still there, Huang Dashan doesn’t feel the pungency that Nepeta should have. Instead, it has an indescribable freshness, like eating a piece of cold and refreshing radish. of.

The mouthful of fish and hazel chicken flavors were "cleared" by the nepeta along with the only bit of greasy. Huang Dashan felt lost, and felt that he could eat two...no...three old bowls.

So shamelessly holding the old bowl, he rushed towards Lin Chou,

"Lin Zha, Lin Zha, give me another bowl!"

"roll."

"People still have a full meal before they die, and they can order food. Let's not eat a bowl of wontons too much!"

"Are you going to die?"

"Don't be so stingy, I will bring my own bowl next time for an aunt like you."

"you dare!"