Doomsday Pavilion Chapter 595

Body size never limits people's imagination, only poverty can limit imagination.

Gungun wants a hammock. This is a normal idea. After all, Mr. Gungun is not only a gourmet who never commented on extremely rich body language, but also a severely ill girl with heart disease. For example, a second female hunter from a middle school gave it to Mrs. Gungun. The pink bow and the round saliva towel (well, technically it's a cute apron with a cute pattern) billowing like it very much-it has to be surrounded every day when it hasn't been braced by a rounder body.

Qin Wuyong looked up at the round face of the billowing adult at a forty-five degree angle to make sure the tears would not fall, his chest banged,

"Guaranteed to complete the task."

With his determination, he even issued a bilingual military order.

"This is very Ez, Wei Rui Xiao K Si!"

In lies and small hits, normal people know how to choose.

Master Kungun expressed his satisfaction, patted Qin Wuyong on the shoulder, and directly nailed him into the ground.

In this way, Wuyou brother still kept a charming, personable gentleman's smile on his face that was about to be covered with dust.

Big breasted sister snorted coldly.

"A hypocritical male creature."

Xiao Xiao crouched next to Qin Wuyong (after all, Brother Wuyou is only half of his body still on the ground), stretched out his hand to pull his cheek, full of envy and incredible.

"Wow, why are you still laughing-I heard them say that major anchors can go to the research institute to apply for a patented technology to permanently fix the emoji bag on the face, and when you want to use it, you can take out the pia and slap it on your face! That's fine! If I can also use this skill, I will never be scolded by my dad for being rude to those boring dance parties! Teach me, teach me, teach me!"

Qin Wuyong really wants to say, sister, you come to my pit to experience it, and you will teach you and distribute it.

Lin Chou on the water seemed to be calm, but in fact it was miserable.

The air above the lake was damp and cool, attracting many almost colorless mosquitoes, buzzing everywhere, rushing towards him in groups, the spirit of being unable to bite and stalking the skin makes people greasy and crooked. Nothing more, let alone falling on the body, there is a mental itching to hear this sound, not to mention a layer of mucus and transparent wings stuck on the body and hands, like shiny fish scales.

The mosquitoes brought more moths, beetles, dragonflies, etc. that feed on them. At first glance, the lake is quite alive.

The aquatic plants in this lake are single and numerous. The slightly exposed water plants look like some kind of delicious vegetables, but when Lin Chou looked at it with a real eye, they found that they were simply the aquatic root system of the strangulation vine. The dense clusters under the lake surface are like roots of steel needles that are chilling, and some even have fish bones on them. There are only a few dark purple wakame-like plants growing in the gaps where the aquatic plants are not too dense. Unfortunately, Lin Chou tasted it, it was poisonous.

There are many large snail shells growing at the bottom of the lake, and clusters of black fry burrow in and out of the bottom of the snail shells from time to time, seeming to be foraging. Schools of small fish like this can be seen everywhere.

The tails of these snails are very flat, and the whole is yellow-brown, almost covering the bottom of the water in an occupying posture. It seems that the strangulation vine and the mountain catfish use it as food.

"Fu Shou Snail?"

Lin Chou was disgusted and stopped looking at them. This stuff is generally meaty and there are always many inexplicable parasites, but now it seems that the status of fish feed is stable.

What he carried in his hand was the mature body of a school of underwater fish, the mountain catfish.

This mountain catfish is not a mountain catfish in the conventional sense, and it is not the same fish as the "mountain catfish" commonly referred to in the southern region.

Technically speaking, burbot belongs to the order Codidae, Codidae, and burbot genus. Before the cataclysm, it only grew on the Ussuli River, Songhua River, Mudanjiang, Nenjiang, Ergun, Hailar River, and Hulunchi in China. Watershed, the most south does not exceed 40 degrees north latitude, because its head is large and flat or almost triangular-shaped, covered with dark spots or maculas, the front half is cylindrical and the back half is flat, which is very similar to catfish, so it is called Mountain catfish, but in fact, it belongs to a kind of cod.

The physical signs of mountain catfish are relatively vague, which is easier to confuse with other fish. The special point is that the liver of mountain catfish accounts for a very large proportion of body weight, usually reaching 10% of its body weight. It is also the cod used to make cod liver oil before the catastrophe. The only freshwater fish in the family.

The liver of mountain catfish is very delicious, almost without any fishy smell, and the texture is fine and even better than foie gras-so as you wished, this thing was not eaten as a textbook before the cataclysm, but it is also a treasured species. One of the species developed for rescue in the world.

Another embarrassing thing is that when the mountain catfish lacks food, the preferred food reserve is the same kind. Even if the food is sufficient, they will find a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people in the ethnic group to eat and play with meat. For example, being frightened, water quality changes, temperature changes, or even boredom may cause cannibalism. Therefore, even under the conscious protection before the catastrophe, the population of this thing seems to have not risen much.

Lin Chou just tested the water temperature with his hands. The water in this lake is not even as cool as the stream in the mountains behind Yanhui Mountain. How could this kind of cold-water fish, which has not undergone mutation and alienation and is extremely picky on the environment, thrive here?

"Quah, quack!"

There was a thumping sound of falling water from a sharp bush of water plants over there,

"Hey? There are frogs?"

Lin Chou walked over to take a look, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

On the surface of the water, a big bullfrog whose tongue is longer than a human face has a long tongue, and there is a moth stuck on it, but it hangs on the hard waterweed. The tongue has long been poked and riddled with holes in the water. The bullfrog broke free in every possible way, and twitched its hind legs with an unlovable look on its back.

"Oh, at least six or seven catties, it's perfect."

Lin Chou unceremoniously accepted this wave of gifts and continued to search on the water.

The end result is a mountain catfish with four arms and three large bullfrogs-the lake looks large, but in fact there are very few ingredients.

Lin Chou murmured,

"Maybe the mountain catfish is too edible..."

This fish is notorious for how slow it eats.

After Lin Chou went ashore, Xiao Xiao ran over immediately.

"Wow, I want to eat fish... Oh, toad?!"

It was frightened.

Lin Shou's face turned dark, "This is a bullfrog."

"What an ugly toad!"

Lin Chou was speechless.

At this time, Qin Wuyong got out of the grass with a jealous expression and chicken feathers. He said embarrassedly while picking the chicken feathers.

"I found a group of chickens in that direction—not pheasants or hazel grouses, or ordinary domestic chickens before the cataclysm. Oh, they are called three yellow chickens, right? But it seems to be mutated. The big **** has my waist height. Dozens of them are running fast, I didn't catch up..."

Qin Wuyong untied a pocket woven from grass and rattan from his back,

"But it didn't go in vain. I copied their home and got a lot of eggs. They were fresh and warm. When I look for wild onions, leeks, and garlic, scrambled eggs should be good."

Qin Wuyong put the egg down and was about to leave, Lin Chou suddenly stopped him.

"Wait, no need to look for it, it shouldn't be used."

Lin Chou licked his lips,

"These are eggs that have been hatched by hens, ranging from 10 days to 15 days-you'd better call them live beads or hairy eggs."

Qin Wuyong's eyes are bright and bright,

"Holding the grass, did Wuyou go out today when he was lucky enough to be full of luck? It's a blessing!"

The two men looked at each other, tacitly.

Xiao Xiao looked blank,

"Live beads? Hatched? Shall we eat the chickens inside?"

"To be precise, it's an embryo."

Xiao Xiao's face turned green, "It's disgusting... so cruel..."

Qin Wu Yong said righteously,

"Zihe cart is still a medicinal material, what happened to us eating a live bead!"

Xiao Xiao blinked and said in a daze,

"Zihe cart is a **** horse again?"

Barrage,

"Report to Miss Xiao Xiao that on a dark and moonless night, a woman threw away her newborn baby and drove away in a carriage. After returning home, she carefully raised the baby's placenta and named it Wuyou Brother , The baby that was thrown away was the Zihe cart."

"Reporting is useless brother, this story is purely YY. If there are similarities, please copy the water meter upstairs."

Qin Wuyong waved his hand quite calmly.

"Hey, what do you guys say, do you know how much the three yellow chickens in the base city cost now? More than 700! Hey hey, these live beads... Tsk tsk tsk... Useless brother, I am also extravagant! Look at you, it will be done in a while, my bite is 700 yuan! Ahahaha..."

"grass!"

"Wuyou brother, don't you love us?"

"Do you treat your loyal fans like this?!"

Qin Wuyong rubbed his chin,

"I don't know what method Boss Lin will use to concoct these live beads. Tsk, I'm really looking forward to it."

Adult Billowon floated over from a distance, piled the dead branches he brought back on the bank, and looked at a place of eggs curiously.

"Woo?"

Lin Chou skinned the bullfrog by the water and replied,

"Can eat."

"Ooooooo?"

"It's very delicious."

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

"No, it's a hatched egg with an embryo inside."

"Wow."

The barrage is crazy,

"The coach taught me, I want to learn this too!"

"Shocked, I always wanted to know how boss Lin and Lord Gungun did it."

"The world of the awakened is truly magical. If I go to Qinshan Wushu School for further studies, is it still too late? I am 31 this year, handsome, with a villa, a car, and unmarried."

"↑↑↑, get out."

Qin Wuyong tried to toss in May 4th, and quickly dig out a few pots with a stone. Once he was born and then cooked again, he had completely mastered this skill.

When Lin Chou packed up the bullfrogs and started to clean up the fish, Qin Wuyong said,

"Boss Lin, do you want bullfrog stew fish?"

Lin Chou gave him a weird look.

"You are really right."

Then he said with some afterthought,

"When I was a child, I was not in good health. My old father didn't know where he heard the recipe. He said that it was a frog and crucian stew together to strengthen the bones and strengthen the body. He had to go to the pond behind the alley to get a fish. Toads, a few small fish, and so on have been stewed for me-alas, I still can't forget my childhood dominated by that strange fishy smell, it's simply..."

Qin Wuyong's face was gossip, "Not good?"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"What do you think it tastes like a frog with no skin and a soup made from stewed fish?"

Qin Wuyong thought about it seriously.

"Could it be possible to have the smell of anglerfish?"

Lin Chou was more serious than he thought, and smacked his lips.

"According to my many years of experience, it should be 85% similar to the loach that Sheng Tun has just touched from the mud."

Lin Chou said with a smile,

"Don't worry, the bullfrog I made today was peeled. I just recall it. Thinking about it, it's really exciting!"

The barrage was howling miserably,

"Fuck, I didn't think you were such a Lin boss."

"Father's love is like a mountain, really like a mountain."

"I don't think I need to eat dinner today."

Qin Wuyong left the recorder,

"Friends, you guys are watching boss Lin preparing the ingredients here, and I will go around again, I always feel a bit unwilling to not catch those chickens."

The barrage exploded again,

"Cut, after the scar is over, forget the pain, it's not you who was chased by the **** just now and yelling."

"I can't even deal with a chicken. What do you want my old lady to give you a reward? Maternal love!"

"Look at Wuyou, then look at Boss Lin. He is also an evolutionary. Why is this gap so big?"

Half an hour later, Qin Wuyong returned home carrying a basket of greens as expected.

Barrage,

"Hey, you can see it. The wound on Brother Wuyou's face is almost the same as a chicken peck."

"What's in that basket? Green chicken fillet?"

"Tsk tsk."

Qin Wuyong sighed and complained,

"Mother, I never thought that I would be planted in the hands of a few chickens... how the **** they can fly..."

Lin Chou glanced at the contents in the basket.

"Wild onion and garlic? Not bad, just used to make this pot of bullfrogs."

With that said, he took out a pack of red ready-made materials in a transparent packaging bag from his backpack.

Qin Wuyong looked dull,

"Lin, boss Lin, what is this?"

Lin Chou poured the bottom material into the pot and said,

"Oh, the base material for the angry frog hot pot I brought from the store is fried, which is very convenient."

Qin Wuyong was speechless,

"Unexpectedly you are such a Lin boss, you have also learned to cut corners..."

The bottom material has entered the stone pot, and a tangy sesame pepper fragrance suddenly burst out.

"I fry the base material myself, so close, why don't you bring a little... By the way, if you say this base material is sold in the base city, how will it sell?"

"Well, there are also chilled angry frogs. The bone broth can be cooked at home, and it is guaranteed to be exactly the same as the one eaten in my store."

Barrage,

"This is good, this is good, my old man never let me go out of town, except for the air-dried salt-baked chicken, I haven't eaten anything else in Mr. Lin's shop!"

"Don't say anything else, just ask where you can buy it."

"Don't talk nonsense, report the name of the shop."

Qin Wuyong grumbled,

"Boss Lin, how did I think that you agreed to come to the gold mine with me when you were ready to advertise?"

"Ahem, it's just such an idea... Then I didn't mean it on purpose," Lin Chou's gaze suddenly became very worried, "Say you don't charge advertising fees, right?"

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