high castle elves

Good ingredients often require simple cooking and careful preservation. After simple chilled storage, the green-footed dragon snake meat is drained overnight. At this time, the blood and water in the flesh and blood are gone, and the pink-white green-footed dragon snake meat becomes It turned into a crystal clear pink snow white.

What was placed in front of Alamir was a ring of snow-white pieces of meat that exuded a slight coolness. To show his solemnity, Alamir decided to process these ingredients in the yard.

First, scald the wine.....

Alamir came to the back of the house and, like the heroes on TV, knocked away the ice and snow on the ground with one palm, revealing the jar inside.

I am finally a young hero. Alamir looked at the mess on the ground and thought that he had finally become what he hoped to be when he was a child, and he felt very happy.

Even though he lost a lot and experienced a lot.

No matter how old men are, they are still teenagers. Their happiness is always inexplicable, simple and pure.

"It's easy to make tea after you're full, but it's hardest to maintain the precept of drinking in the snow..." Alamir, who was wearing a long robe and Taoist attire underneath, recited a song about drinking in the snow. Poetry, he also took out the wooden flute from his waist, played a piece of music in a wild voice, and suddenly felt that he finally had the demeanor of a master in the world.

After playing the song, Alamir inserted the wooden flute at an angle at his waist and performed a hasty sword dance. Under the strong wind of the sword, snowflakes really adhered to the tip of the sword. Alamir stood with the sword in hand and played coquettishly. Snowflakes fell on the sword.

As expected, Wanmei Sword Technique can only produce snowflakes on the sword in winter... Alamir stared at the tip of the sword intently, thinking about when he would be like Ximen Chuixue. One sword produces thousands of plum blossoms.

"Pouring the fragrance of plum blossoms into the pot, listening to the noise of crows on the frozen branches..." Looking at a crow on the dead branch, Alamir chanted slowly.

Yes, it was a squeaking crow. This crow had just stopped on a big tree with a group of companions. When Alamir knocked away the ice and snow on the ground, it did not fly away with its companions. Instead, it squeaked and then tilted its head to look. With Alamir.

When Alamir danced his sword, the crow couldn't help but squeaked and fell silent again.

"Why bother?" Alamir looked at the snow-white crow with eyes like blood rubies, shook his head gently, picked up the wine on the ground, pointed his toes, and looked like catkins in the wind, and walked directly to Flying to the front yard.

He now has a 90.00% probability that this white crow is someone's magic pet or simply transformed from a certain druid.

Because the flute music he played just now used a little spiritual power and music skills. If it were an ordinary crow, even if the ice and snow were knocked away before, it would be enough to make it leave with the sound of laughter.

But there are none, so Alamir can be sure that there is definitely something wrong with this white crow!

But no matter what, I was almost invincible in the burger, except for Alamir who held the wine jar and struck a few more palms to knock away a lot of ice and snow, revealing an open space in the front yard. Then he put down the wine and walked out of the kitchen. I brought out a lot of dry firewood, built a bonfire, and took out a lot of ingredients and vegetables to prepare.

He patted open the mud seal of the wine jar and poured out some of the light amber liquid inside. A strong and mellow aroma of mountain pears and walnuts, as well as a sweet aroma of honey came out - because there was no food, Alami When making wine, Er used the famous Elf honey wine as the base, added berries and other fruits, and used white wine for secondary fermentation to make wine. Although the final product was different, it was delicious enough.

This kind of wine that Alamir brewed for himself is called Si unlike.

This jar of wine was buried by Alamire himself when he was 50 years old. He didn't know what to do with it at the time. Now it seems that it should be pretty good, but there is only half a jar of wine left in it.

The thick but not pungent sweet aroma of wine dissipated, and the white crow at the other end immediately squawked again and stood on the stone table near Alamir.

Um... As we all know, crows cackle... Alamir looked at the white crow that he thought was well disguised, then took out a bowl and poured I pushed a bowl of wine in front of it.

The wine, which was light amber in color and as viscous as syrup, exuded a strong aroma of fruit and wine. The white crow couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his head to drink.

Squeak - the white crow screamed happily, and then flew into the sky. Soon, its flight path became unpredictable, and then with a pop, it fell straight down.

"That's true, that's true..." Alamir smiled like a shop owner who runs a black shop selling sweat medicine. He turned around and suddenly appeared in mid-air, caught the falling white crow, and then stepped on He kicked the nearby big tree, as if there was chakra under his feet. He took a few steps and came down from the tree as if he were walking on flat ground.

Hmm... After half an hour, Alamir saw that it was a cutting board, no, the white crow on the experimental table. Through acupuncture, bloodletting, and laboratory tests, he finally determined that it was Alamir was relieved that he was drunk rather than poisoned.

There is nothing wrong with this wine, you can drink it! !

Alamir took a sip first and found that the wine was pungent and the sweetness rushed to his head. He felt as if someone had shot him in the nose. The strong energy shot straight to his forehead. He knew that the wine was too strong, so he Then he took out a bottle of volcanic wine, poured out two bowls and put them aside, then mixed Si unlike into them, then pressed the wine jar with his palm, and exhaled his true energy. The wine inside was like a whirlpool, and soon, a A strange fragrance came.

On one side, the wine was placed in the snow to freeze. On the other side, Alamir cut off the thicker meat on the back of the green-footed dragon snake. With the wooden knife in his hand like the wind, he quickly chopped the green-footed dragon snake's meat into mahjong-sized pieces. pieces of snow-white meat.

Add wine, lemon, salt, pepper and salt to marinate. Here, Alamir crushed the pine nuts and walnuts in the pine forest, and crushed the pepper, cumin, bay grass, basil leaves, etc. all with heavy techniques. Shattered, Alamir discovered that it turned out that the big stone thrower recorded in the Jiuyin Scripture was used to crush condiments, which was simply a masterpiece.

On the other side, Alamir set up a large pot, washed the other half of the green-footed dragon snake belly, put it on a plate with ginger slices, then sprinkled some pine needles and perilla into the pot, and followed the instructions for steaming crabs. Method, start steaming the green-footed dragon snake meat.

For things like snake meat, the best way to lock in the flavor is to steam it over water, and finally steam it over high heat. At this time, Alamire realized how beneficial it is to be a chef. , his Qi pulse was long, and under the blowing of Zhen Qi, he made the fire burn violently in one breath.

Boom - the fire instantly submerged most of the pot. After it lasted for several minutes, Alamil stopped his attack and struck with both hands in the air. The pot flew straight to the nearby land. Alamil didn't panic at this moment. Busy, start skewering the meat.

Alamir skewered the meat, onions, green peppers, and potatoes at intervals. When the meat skewers that had been fed were exposed to fire, they immediately burned. The skin of the vegetables on them began to shrink, exuding a strange burnt aroma and wine. fragrance.

When the aroma of the wine overflowed and was about to evaporate, Alamir let out an aggressive sound and spit out a mouthful of pure inner energy, directly into the bonfire!

Boom - the flames that shot up were almost several feet high, instantly evaporating the smell of alcohol, locking in the light aroma of wine and delicious gravy, and a beautiful caramel color quickly appeared on the surface of the vegetable dishes.

It's now!Alamir held the skewers in his left hand, and grabbed the condiments in the bowl with his right hand. Under the protection of Jiuyin Zhenqi, he used the hidden weapon technique of scattering money in the sky, and sprinkled the condiments on the skewers. It adheres quickly at high temperatures.

In the next second, he quickly turned over with his left hand. After several back and forth, he quickly threw it into the air and placed it neatly on the wooden plate prepared by Alamir. There was still a faint flame of alcohol on the skewers.

On the other side, Alamir's figure turned into an afterimage, and suddenly came to the pot that had just been covered. With a wooden knife, he lifted the pot lid instantly, and a white mist came out. I also threw a few sprigs of fresh wild fennel on top, and it had a rich aroma!At this time, half of Alamir's body was shrouded in water vapor, and he was surrounded by the smoke of fireworks from a barbecue.

Water, fire, blue-footed dragon and snake, come on!

Swish - Alamir's outer robe flew up high, revealing the inner lining. Alamir pulled off the red scarf on his head, and the special characters on his arms shone in the reflection of the white snow.