City: I, the God of Cooking!

Hearing the words 'crocodile feast' spit out from Meng Zhan's mouth, everyone gasped.

It would take a lot of effort for others to kill a crocodile, but Meng Zhan made a crocodile feast with a dozen crocodiles in one shot!
Meng Zhan put the meatball soup aside, then walked to the grilled crocodile.

The skinned crocodile is roasted with golden oil and aroma.

Meng Zhan waved the kitchen knife, swiped dozens of knives, and dismembered the grilled crocodile, then placed it on a banana leaf and served it on the table.

Then Meng Zhan lifted the steamed crocodile leaves again, and a white mist evaporated. In the thick fog, pieces of snow-white crocodile meat exuded an attractive fragrance in front of his eyes.

The vegetables in the surrounding circle are all ripe.

Meng Zhan picked out the crocodile meat and vegetables, packed them in banana leaves, and placed them on the table.

The two dishes served now have already made the audience in the live broadcast room drool.

The snow-white crocodile meat and golden crocodile meat are like gold and silver, shining brightly.

If you can rate the hue of Meng Zhan's dishes, it will definitely be [-] points!

It is rare for them to see that the hue of the dishes can reach this level!
Gist swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then shook his head immediately, "It must be fancy but not useful, it's so unpalatable."

Meng Zhan dragged out the sealed clay pot again, swept off the ashes on it with a branch with leaves, and was about to pry off the seal.

He tapped lightly around the seal with a Xuanbing kitchen knife, and the frequent tapping suddenly stopped at a certain moment.

Click, the seal comes off immediately.

A gust of hot air gushed out.

Gululu, the clay jar is sealed, and the heat has been stored in the jar all the time. It is almost until the jar is about to burst before the seal is opened.

At this time, the crocodile soup inside was like boiling magma, tumbling violently, and the strong fresh fragrance spread with the steaming heat.

Meng Zhan took a deep breath and couldn't help admiring: "It seems that the car didn't overturn this time."

The audience in the live broadcast room saw the boiling crocodile soup and the large pieces of crocodile meat inside, and swallowed wildly.

It's as if you can smell the fragrance through the screen.

Meng Zhan took out the prepared tableware, filled with crocodile soup.

The crocodile meat and wild vegetables boiled by mountain springs sink to the bottom of the bowl.

The thick and fragrant soup does not have a little bit of oil, but it is full of collagen.

It is a great tonic at a glance.

The audience roared with excitement, thinking that such a table of food, maybe even an old monk who has been in Buddhism for decades can't control it?
Originally they thought it was over, but Meng Zhan went to stir the fire again.

In the blazing fire, a lifelike clay crocodile is displayed.

In the sea of ​​fire, the clay crocodile is like a king in the fire, domineering.

The audience in the live broadcast room gasped.

This clay sculpture is amazing!
Meng Zhan pulled out the clay crocodile with a cane.

A large space was left in the center of the table, and Meng Zhan directly placed the clay crocodile in the center.

"Hey guy, do you want to put a decoration on the table?"

"It's really a big deal. If you didn't know it, you would think it was a luxurious banquet for the royal family."

The audience in the live broadcast room not only gasped in amazement.

The fragrance in the air wafted into Mu Ranran's nose, she woke up leisurely, only to see that the sky had turned slightly white, and before she knew it, it was early morning.

But what's with the scent?

Mu Ranran stretched out a hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, then saw Meng Zhan busy at the table.

The feast full of tables was steaming, hovering in mid-air.

Mu Ranran thought that she was dreaming of a fairyland, but when she pinched herself, she was sure that if she wasn't dreaming, it was real.

Seeing that she was awake, Meng Zhan shouted, "Wake up and wash your face. Come and eat. There are still many things to do today. Only when you are full will you have strength."

Mu Ranran struggled to get out of the sleeping bag, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Fortunately, the sleeping bag was not high from the ground, and the ground was soft grass, so Mu Ranran was not injured.

Mu Ranran ran to the dining table, looked at the luxurious crocodile feast, and exclaimed, "You made all of these?"

"Yes."

Hearing Meng Zhan's answer, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

This is an island, although the supplies are abundant, but such a luxurious feast cannot be prepared, right?
Meng Zhan urged her to wash her hands quickly.

Mu Ranran came back to her senses, went to the river to wash briefly, then walked to the seat and sat down.

She didn't dare to move her chopsticks after looking at the delicious food in front of her.

Not to mention the meatball soup, after all it was chopped up by Meng Zhan, and the crocodile could not be seen.

But other dishes are a bit scary.

For example, the grilled crocodile, even though it was torn to pieces by Meng Zhan, could still see the characteristics of the crocodile.

For example, the crocodile head, crocodile claws, and crocodile tail can all be seen at a glance.

There is also crocodile soup, which is full of crocodile body parts, which makes goose bumps all over the body.

Not to mention the steamed crocodile, Mu Ranran didn't dare to move his chopsticks at all.

Especially the clay crocodile in the center was like a big living creature, which made her feel chills all over.

Meng Zhan picked up the bowl and said, "Eat." As he spoke, he held the bowl and began to eat.

After a busy night's work, Meng Zhan felt his stomach was empty. The bowl of meatball soup was quickly finished. Then he picked up the huge meatballs in the bowl with chopsticks and took a bite.

Crunchy, the meatballs are springy and crisp, and there are crispy wild vegetables inside to reduce the greasy and increase the umami taste.

One bite, full of satisfaction.

Seeing Meng Zhan eating so deliciously, the audience who suspected that he was acting, fell silent.

But Mu Ranran kept swallowing, and finally couldn't help picking up a spoon to taste it.

A spoonful of delicious crocodile soup entered his throat, and he felt a breath of freedom emanating from every pore in his body.

Mu Ranran's eyes flashed, and imitating Meng Zhan, he picked up the bowl and drank it.

After the soup was finished, she used a fork to pierce a meatball that was almost half the size of her head, opened the small mouth of the cherry as far as possible, and took a bite.

Pfft, soup splashed out of it.

The crocodile meat and natural wild vegetables constantly collide in the mouth, and the wonderful taste blooms on the taste buds.

"Delicious!"

"Eat more if it tastes good."

Meng Zhan served her another bowl of crocodile soup.

Mu Ranran felt her appetite whetted after yesterday's day of fear and fear, so she picked up a bowl and began to taste the crocodile soup.

Crocodile soup and meatball soup have similar approaches but the same effect, but the taste is two completely different styles.

After eating a bowl of crocodile soup, I felt that the tiredness and fatigue all over my body disappeared, and my whole body was full of strength.

Then Meng Zhan put the steamed crocodile and grilled crocodile in a banana leaf, put them in front of her, made another one for himself, and then picked it up with his bare hands and devoured it.

Swallowing dumbly, the glutton finally got rid of his fear, picked up a roasted crocodile leg and started to chew.

Seeing the mouths of the two eating, the millions of viewers in front of the live screen gulped their saliva wildly.

Is this a live broadcast of Survival Food?It's completely luxurious food and broadcast, okay?

In the office of the president of Panda Live, Ji Yaowen showed a helpless wry smile, insisting on turning the live broadcast of Survival Food into a food broadcast. I am afraid that only Meng Zhan can do it.