City: I, the God of Cooking!

The steamed crocodile is ready, and there are more than a dozen crocodiles on the shore.

Meng Zhan didn't intend to waste them either, so he dug soil from the bank, made jars, and baked them by the fire.

After the jar was successfully made, Meng Zhan stuffed the processed crocodile meat into it, poured it into the river water, added picked Schizophyllum, cashew nuts, and bracken, sealed it with mud, and threw it into the flame to burn.

After that, Meng Zhan looked at a wooden stick that was as thick as an arm and nearly two meters long. After sharpening both ends, he put on a crocodile, smeared it with sauce, and roasted it on the fire.

Afterwards, Meng Zhan made a clay pot, added river water and heated it on the fire, and then removed a skinned crocodile.

Chop the crocodile meat on a wooden board into a puree, then add chopped taro and mushrooms, knead into balls, and add them to a clay pot for cooking.

When Meng Zhan finished all this, the audience in the live broadcast room thought they could rest.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhan picked up another crocodile.

"Damn it, are you still doing it?"

"Frying, steaming, cooking and stewing, except for some conditions that cannot be done, I have done everything that can be done!"

"After the food is made, it is almost enough for dozens of people to eat for a day!"

"Luxury, simply too luxurious!"

"Those crocodile skins are probably enough to make dozens of designer bags and leather shoes!"

"What is he going to do next?"

"If I can guess it, I will be Meng Dashen!"

"Don't make any noise, just watch the live broadcast quietly!"

Everyone watched the live broadcast with concentration.

After picking up a crocodile, Meng Zhan dragged it to the side of the mud pit, then turned around and walked into the woods.

"Hey, how did you go?"

"I'm going, is this going to the bathroom?"

"I think he couldn't think of anything else to do."

The narrator, Gist, chuckled, "A clown, why do so many tricks, it's a waste of energy."

Not long after, Meng Zhan came back, holding a large pile of banana leaves and vines in his arms, and walked to the side of the mud pit.

This mud pit was dug out by Meng Zhan, and the clay pots and pots were made from the soil dug out from here.

Now Meng Zhan washed the banana leaves, wrapped them around the crocodile, tied them tightly with rattan, and finally wrapped the whole crocodile with soil.

The crocodile wrapped in mud is like a terracotta warrior in ancient times, very vivid.

"I'll go, Meng Dashen still has the mind to make art?"

"Don't tell me, this sculpture really looks like it!"

"I don't know how much it is. If the domestic law stipulates, I really want to buy it!"

"Don't dream, this is a wild crocodile, after you buy it, wait for the prison to wear it!"

In the live broadcast room, a group of people sighed.

But it's different on the Blue Bird website, the rich people there don't have to worry about this at all.

They rubbed their hands excitedly, thinking about how to buy this clay crocodile.

Think about how domineering and domineering this sculpture is at home or in the garden!
And at this moment, Meng Zhan made a move that shocked everyone.

"Hey, hey, what is he going to do, throwing the sculpture into the fire?"

"Damn it, it's a waste of money!"

Meng Zhan threw the clay sculpture into the fire, then turned and went to the river to wash his hands.

And those wealthy people in the live broadcast room had expressions of heartache.

Even in the conference hall, the elders of the association feel pity.

"What on earth is this kid thinking?" President Feng frowned.

Strife wiped the cold sweat from his brow, not knowing what to explain.

President Feng glanced at him and asked, "Is he here to play?"

Strife smiled bitterly and said: "President, Meng Zhan is different from ordinary chefs. I have personally visited his restaurant and his cooking style is quite unique, so this time he must have some inspiration."

President Feng snorted, "I'll just believe you this time, if not, just wait for me."

Strife wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, nodded repeatedly, and at the same time prayed in his heart, Meng Zhan, Meng Zhan, you must not let the president down!
It takes time to cook the ingredients, so Meng Zhan chose a suitable tree.

The arbor hugged thickly, Meng Zhan slashed at it with a knife, and with a bang, the arbor broke from the bottom.

The audience in the live broadcast room gasped.

Although he had seen Meng Zhan's methods before, cutting off a thick tree trunk with one knife still brought a strong sense of shock.

"Isn't this a gourmet live broadcast? Why does it come with special effects?"

"Fart special effects, it's real!"

"Grandma's, the gourmet live broadcast also comes with a real kung fu show, it's worth it!"

The arbor fell, and Meng Zhan took out the heart of the tree with a kitchen knife, cut out two sets of tableware, and made a table with the remaining wood.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked stupid.

"Good guy, I'm direct good guy!"

"The skill of carving tableware with a kitchen knife can't be done without more than ten years of hard work?"

"It's so awesome, it's worthy of being Meng Dashen!"

Seeing this scene, Gist smiled disdainfully, "It's just heresy."

After Meng Zhan finished the tableware, he placed it on the table, and then took a spoon to stir the soup pot.

The boiling meatball soup was steaming, and under the camera, the meatballs inside kept rolling.

Not to mention the taste, the appearance alone makes the mouth water.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to order a takeaway."

"Fuck, the instant noodles in my hand suddenly taste bad!"

"No, I want to order a meatball soup to satisfy my hunger."

Those foreign viewers also saw their appetites whetted. They immediately opened the refrigerator, took out beef and pork, and started making meatball soup according to Meng Zhan's method.

Isn't it meatball soup?Is it difficult to mince the meat, knead it into balls and boil it in water?

After kneading the balls, they put them in a pot to cook, and then watched the live broadcast while waiting.

After about four and 10 minutes, their meatballs were finally cooked.

But when they took it out and tasted it, they almost vomited.

The meatballs are full of fishy smell, and without any seasoning, it tastes like nothing but fishy.

Those people immediately cursed.

"Everyone, don't be fooled by this guy, the meatball soup just looks good, but the taste is terrible!"

"It's all meaty and tasteless! It's worse than shit!"

"See how he eats later!"

Of course, there are still many viewers who don't believe it.

Gist felt that he just wanted to laugh. The meat has not been processed in any way, and no seasoning has been added. It is strange that it is not fishy.

Unless it was a savage from ancient times, how could it be possible to eat it?

At this time, Meng Zhan's meatball soup was ready. He scooped up a spoonful of the soup, put it to his mouth and tasted it, smacked his lips, and the taste seemed to be good from the look on his face.

But the audience in the live broadcast room who tried it by themselves roared.

"He is faking it, definitely faking it!"

"It must be unpalatable to vomit!"

"For the popularity of the live broadcast, it is really unscrupulous!"

"The Gastronomy Association should get rid of this scum!"

"What a waste of food!"

At this time, Meng Zhan put down his spoon, because other dishes were also ready.

He took a deep breath of the aroma in the air, then let out a long breath, a smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"The crocodile feast is complete!"