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Chapter 128 Dark cuisine?

dong dong dong~~
With five consecutive blows from slow to fast, a small opening was opened at the top of the coconut, and the crystal clear juice inside was clearly visible.

"Let me taste it for you first to see how it tastes." Chu An broke a hollow branch from the side, inserted it into the small hole in the middle of the coconut, and took a sip: "It tastes good, sweet and delicious, It doesn't have the rotten smell of overripe fruit."

After taking a few sips, he slowly poured the coconut juice on the slate, completely covering the rabbit meat.

"This coconut meat is definitely not tasty, and I don't intend to knock it open. As long as the opening is repaired a little, it will be a very good small bowl."

Chu An turned the rabbit meat over and over with a small wooden stick, and added coconut milk from time to time to make them better absorbed.

There was a unique smell of meat, and seeing this, he took out the sweet potato leaves from the basket and put them on the stone board to stir fry.

The water friends were already unable to complain, it was obviously a stone slab, and Chu An used it as a cauldron forcibly.

He picked up a piece of rabbit meat and tried to take a bite, chewed it a few times, and his eyes lit up: "It tastes good. But the coconut milk hasn't penetrated yet, so it needs to be stewed again."

"???"

"Stew it?"

"Master Chu, are you serious?"

"This is a stone slab, do you think it is a cauldron?"

"A big wave of dark cuisine is coming~"

The water friends are excited, a certain anchor who puts poison every day is finally going to make dark dishes.

Chu An chuckled slightly when he heard the words: "If the dishes remain the same, what's the point? A real chef must be brave in innovation and research and development."

Stupid mortals, tremble.

He is proficient in cooking, and there is no such thing as dark cooking.

Although the stone slab is a flat surface, as long as it is operated properly, stewing can be done, but the procedures are a bit cumbersome, and the goal of stewing can still be achieved by adding less and more.

quickly,

A strong coconut fragrance fills the nostrils.

"Okay, let's eat."

Chu An wrapped the leaves in his hands, hugged the stone slab and moved it to the ground. At the same time, he dug out the sweet potatoes that had been buried in the sand.

The rabbit meat on the slate has an attractive color, and there is a little green sweet potato leaf embellishment. The color, fragrance, and color are already there.

As for the dark mess in the hearts of the audience, it didn't appear. Many people cried out that it was a pity, and secretly beat their chests and feet.

"Everyone, I'm starting!"

Chu An lightly picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, a few drops of soup dripped down the corner of his mouth.The sweet and delicious coconut milk stew unexpectedly produced some kind of mysterious chemical reaction, turning it into a milky white soup.

While chewing, he shook his head and praised: "The meat has fully absorbed the coconut milk, thus covering the smell of the meat and making the meat fragrant.

The light sweetness will also erase the defect of not adding salt. The meat is delicate and smooth, a bit like free-range chicken in the mountains, but not as old and tough as free-range chicken.

The perfect combination of rabbit meat and coconut milk is simply natural. I am indeed a culinary genius. "

so beautiful~~
There are many people who boast about themselves, but it is really rare to see someone as famous, talented, and shameless as Chu An.

The water friends can't bear it anymore, you can eat yours, why do you want to eat so deliciously.

Again and again, this time, let alone uncle, even aunt can't bear it.

"This is for a show~"

"I won't believe it."

"Oscar owes the anchor an actor."

"The Golden Bear Award owes the host an actor"

"The Golden Rooster Award owes the anchor an actor..."

"A messy stewed dark dish, that would be so delicious."

"I don't believe it~"

"Do not believe +1"

"..."

"+N"

Chu An shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, grinning: "If you don't believe me, I can do it."

He picked up the sweet potato again, peeled off the black and burnt skin, revealing the pink and tender flesh with aroma, smiled at the camera, and then took a bite.

After cooling down in the sand, the temperature of the sweet potato was just right, neither hot nor cold. Chu An took a bite of the sweet potato, sandwiched a piece of rabbit meat, and took a sip of coconut milk.

Don't mention enjoying that little expression.

10 minutes later,

Rabbit meat and sweet potatoes were all cleaned up, leaving residues all over the floor.Chu An leaned lazily on the coconut tree, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into the distance, and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.

He couldn't help shouting: "Ah~~~ The sea breeze is so comfortable, I really don't want to move~"

After lunch, the time has come to one o'clock in the afternoon, and there are five or six hours left, and it will be dark again.

Chu An must take advantage of the dawn to build a place to live at night, otherwise he will sleep on the beach at night.

After dawdling for half an hour,

Chu An stood up helplessly, walked into the forest, pulled a large group of ivy vines, threw it on the beach to expose it to the sun, and went back and forth several times.

"Rope is a must no matter what the time is, so we have to pull the vines out to expose to the sun, and then go to deal with the trees that were felled in the morning."

After a visual inspection, he found that there were enough vines. He picked up the stone ax and the short blade, and walked to the place where the mulberry tree was placed.

The stone ax was erected horizontally, aiming at the leaves and branches of the mulberry tree, chopping them indiscriminately, directly cutting them into sticks.

"These remaining branches and leaves can be placed together. After they dry up, they will be good firewood." Chu An said that he didn't want to move, but when he worked, his body was very honest, his hands and feet were nimble, and he didn't hesitate. Sloppy.

After all the branches and leaves were processed, he squatted on the sand again, holding a small wooden stick and roughly drew a sketch of the design of the camp's wooden house.

(End of this chapter)