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From misty mountains to a verdant grassland.

From the highly recognizable terraced fields to the dangerous ocean.

Under various geographical conditions, intelligent people can always create ways to make delicious food.

From sea fish to bamboo shoots.

Stew to bratwurst.

Foods from different locations in different seasons appear here unobtrusively.

It seems to indicate that it will lead the audience in front of the screen to a place without time and space.

The title of the episode appears at the end of the screen.

【Between the mountains and the sea】

Fu Ming was a little stunned.

He looked at the screen, but his heart was turbulent.

For too long, it has revolved around the back and forth from the cubicle to the bed.

Facing so many great rivers and mountains on the screen, he felt strange and longing for a moment.

These are things that he has never had access to.

Fu Ming wondered, did he and the things in the picture really live on the same planet?

Then the screen turns.

In a hillside full of primitive flavor, a sheepfold made of wooden railings appeared.

A fat alpine goat with white and brown hair has become the most active existence in the camera.

Under the selection of the owner, the strong sheep were selected.

The slightly thinner ones stayed in the sheepfold.

It seems that some kind of selection activity is going on.

And what looked out of place in the sheepfold was a man in national costume.

A little boy with a small lock of hair on top of his head.

At the age of four or five years old.

The seemingly young boy is extraordinarily flexible in the sheepfold.

With eagle-eyed eyes, he firmly locked onto a little lamb.

Although the little lamb struggled several times, it finally fell into the hands of the little boy.

"The weather is getting colder. At the summer pasture in the deep mountains of ALT, Moltibek is sorting out his flock of sheep, carefully selecting the strongest livestock, and is about to embark on a journey."

"Four-year-old grandson, Wuern was entrusted with the important task of picking a lamb and using it to entertain the visiting guests today."

A ranch in the mountains?

Fu Ming smiled.

Most of what he has seen are grasslands and pastures.

I don't know the difference between the sheep raised on the pastures in the mountains and the sheep raised on the grasslands and flatlands.

Aren't they all sheep?

And so different.

Fu Ming shook his head.

But right after, the screen showed Fu Ming what difference is.

"The ALT big-tailed sheep raised in the mountains, under the fat fat, the meat is extremely tender. The summer pasture of the Maole family is located at the southern foot of the Altai Mountains. Here, there has always been a subtle relationship between the weeds, the sheep and the Kazakhs. balance."

"The lamb that was born in that year has tender, tender and soft meat, rich in fat, and the oil is fragrant and sweet. As long as it is stewed in clear water, it will be a rare summer delicacy."

Maurer in the picture is a lamb selected by his grandson.

Hanging on stakes after slaughter.

In the sun, the lamb's own fat is like snowflakes that are about to soften.

Touch once, flick three times.

Especially on the buttocks, the two lumps of snow-white grease are particularly eye-catching.

After the lamb is cut into pieces, the meat texture of three whites and two reds is very uniform.

Toss the lamb in the skillet.

Only water was added, and the fire began to simmer.

This open-air kitchen was built on the hillside.

It looks shabby.

But with the passage of fire and time.

A strong fragrance that could be seen with the naked eye began to overflow the screen.

Fu Ming who was sitting in the city seemed to be able to smell it.

Some delicacies you have eaten, you can imagine the taste when you see them.

But those delicacies that look delicious but can't imagine the taste are the most annoying.

Fu Ming didn't pay much attention to it at first, but in the picture, Mao Le lifted the iron pot.

In the milky white soup, the lamb meat is constantly sinking.

Exudes a fatal attraction.

The bones that have been stewed to a certain degree of rottenness make people have the urge to inhale.

The texture of the meat is clearly visible under the high-definition lens.

A thick soup flowed slowly, as if it had flowed into Fu Ming's throat.

He swallowed involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, the cooked mutton was cut off piece by piece by Mauler with a knife.

piled up on the plate.

Under the high-definition lens, between the collision of meat pieces.

It can also be seen that the collision between fat and lean meat is like Fu Ming's rationality fighting against appetite.

Pieces of mutton piled up on the plate like a hill.

At this time, the name of this dish also appeared under the lens.

Hand meat!

"This is the last reunion in the summer. What awaits Maole next is a few days of wind, food, and camping. My grandson will also bid farewell to the ranch and live in the settlement at the foot of the mountain."

"At night, the dark clouds dissipate, and in the early morning, embark on a journey. Human beings get inspiration from animals that migrate by water and grass, and start nomadic pastures in summer and autumn. The straight-line distance is close to [-] kilometers."

"The mountain road is rugged, and it takes them 7 days to complete the journey. Every year, when the vegetation is dry and prosperous, Maurer follows the direction guided by the seasons, moving around non-stop. The sheep are not only the source of energy, but also the livelihood of their family."

After enjoying the food, Maurer went from being a kind grandfather to the leader of the migrants.

Standing on a horse, holding a sheep whip in his hand.

To move the flock from summer pastures to fall pastures.

During the whole process, Fu Ming saw the endless river.

I caught a glimpse of the extremely dangerous emergency road, and also the yellow sand road filled with yellow sand.

And eating and sleeping in the wind at night.

It's like a warrior's adventure.

It also aroused the passion in Fu Ming's heart.

Even wrapped in a suit and leather shoes, the blood of generals and knights he yearned for in childhood has never been extinguished.

Such a wonderful and original journey would never be imagined by Fu Ming who stretched out from the grid.

"Three months later, Maurer faced a real test. The late snowfall made him enter the winter pasture nearly [-] days later than expected. The winter pasture is deep in the desert, and snow is the only source of water."

"Forage is scarce, and Mauler needs to strictly control the grazing range of the flock to ensure that they can survive the harsh winter safely. That is the hope for next year."

Fu Ming was still excited about the gradually awakening blood in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the original green grassland turned into a snow-capped one.

What snow brings is the depletion of vegetation.

Both the sheep and the Maule were covered with a thin layer of snow.

It also indicates that they have traveled a long way.

Seeing this, Fu Ming seemed to understand.

It turns out that sheep need to go to different pastures in different seasons.

For a long time, his cognition has stayed in a grassland that can allow a group of sheep to eat for several years.

"In winter, herdsmen mostly raise adult sheep. In the easternmost pastoral area of ​​Huaguo, people cook perennial sheep in a rather complicated way."

"The pebbles are grilled inside, the milk tank is sealed and pressurized, and the inside and outside are heated at the same time. The simmering mutton with skin is juicy and has a unique roasted aroma."

"The ultimate taste experience is in the chest of the sheep, where the knife's edge passes, and the full-tension oil expands, which is dense and strong, and the lingering fragrance is full of mouth."

The herdsmen began to make a delicacy that belonged to them when they were driving sheep.

The mutton is first grilled with a gun until the skin turns yellow, and then the mutton is cut into pieces.

Then put it on top of the pebbles that have been burned by fire.

The seemingly inconspicuous pebbles have stored high temperatures at this time.

Then the moment of contact with mutton.

The snow-white fat that comes with the mutton immediately emits a "sizzling" oily aroma.

Accompanied by the refreshing aroma, the grilled part of the mutton curled up quickly.

This process alone made Fu Ming's mouth water.

But then various seasonings such as onion, ginger and garlic were added.

The milk bucket was also sealed, putting pressure on the lamb inside.

The aroma of the mutton has not yet dissipated after being grilled, and then it is formed into a dense mutton soup by the juice overflowing from itself.

There is also the aroma of roasting and stewed mutton, at the moment of opening the barrel.

It has already firmly grasped the front of the screen.

The thoughts of every glutton.

Then it's not over.

A large piece of mutton was placed on the table.

Because of the roasting on the surface, the sheepskin on the surface locks the fat inside.

And the moment when the herdsman's blade fell.

Fat mutton is like ripe melon and fruit.

When you touch it, it blooms.

Accompanied by high-definition footage.

Fu Ming saw the layer upon layer of appetite when each piece of fat burst open.

At this moment, his taste buds went crazy for malleus.

He never thought he would have such a moment to want to eat.

Maybe it's because my previous self just rushed out a sandwich or a cup of coffee every time.

This time his stomach began to lead his thoughts to rebel.