God-level foodie desert island survival

A steamer basket with a large crab roe bun and a vanilla mat underneath.

After a busy work, only a few small dumplings remained in the first half of the large dough.

Tang Ming added a little water and mixed it together, making it moist and soft.

Tang Ming thought about it, cut another piece of dog badger meat, added lard, minced ginger and garlic, chopped wild onions, and diced mushrooms to make a mixed filling.

"Do you still want to wrap buns? The steamer is full!"

Tang Ming shook his head, also pinched off a small ball of eggs, and then scooped up a large ball of meat filling in the filling basin, flattened the small ball of dough, and put it at the bottom of the filling.

"Aren't you, can this be fitted?" Shu

Yiting's eyes widened, just now Tang Ming used egg-sized dough to wrap fist-sized buns was exaggerated enough, and now this dough of filling is at least three fist sizes.

"Why can't

you put it down?" "If you want to put it on, I'll eat it!" Shu

Yiting didn't choose to believe it this time, because whether it was science or anything, she was told it. The dough is so small that it is almost impossible unless it is rolled out into a very thin crust like a dumpling wrapper.

"Let's talk about it first, raw or cooked, I'm still a little interested in playing with you when it's raw, otherwise. While going cool, less yellow cavity affects my cooking.

Tang Ming stopped his movements, glanced at Shu Yiting playfully, and said.

"Eat it raw!come, please start your show!"

Shu Yiting came up in a breath, stuck her waist, and shouted.

The corners of Tang Ming's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the dough began to squirm, and the slippery dough was like melting water, next to the filling, turning into an abyssal giant mouth.

Then, under Shu Yiting's stunned gaze, it evenly covered the surface of the filling.

Even, at the end, Tang Ming also pulled off a small piece of excess dough.

"This ......"

Shu Yiting's wide mouth was enough to stuff an egg.

Tang Ming stretched out his hand. handed the palm-sized dough to Shu Yiting, "Come, please start your performance too!"

......

", I'll rub it.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how skillful it must be to wrap so many fillings with such a small dough?"

"The most important thing is that it is not broken at all! This is a miracle!" "

I can understand this. Because I once met a master who sold pies on the street. I used a little bread and a lot of stuffing into it, but it wasn't so exaggerated as the scum god, and I wanted to remind the goddess to come, but I couldn't communicate!"

"It's embarrassing! I asked the goddess how to eat a pie the size of a palm." Wait online, hurry!"

"If I were a goddess, I wouldn't bet with the scum god in my life, and I would never win Youmu You?

"

......

In the camp!

At this moment, Shu Yiting's face was full of capitalized bewilderment.

Looking at the dough that was about to be put on her face by Tang Ming, she laughed dryly.

"That...... I didn't finish my sentence just now, I want to eat raw...... Do mature. Before I finished speaking, why did you do it? Really!"

Shu Yiting seemed to praise herself for being so witty, and glared at Tang Ming: "I am willing to lose the bet, hurry up

and cook it, I can eat it in one bite!" "Heh! woman!" "

What's wrong with me, you cook it, see if I can eat it in one bite." "

Then do you want to make another bet, what if you can't eat a bite

......?" If I can't eat a bite, I'll ...... Two mouthfuls

!" "It's boring!"

Tang Ming glanced at her with disgust and took the dough back. Place it on the cutting board, take the rolling pin, and gently press it down on the dough.

It's ......

Seeing that the inflated dough turned into a dough larger than her face under Tang Ming's rolling, and the dough was still not broken, Shu Yiting took a deep breath, fortunately, she didn't make any more bets with Tang Ming, otherwise she didn't know how to be played to death with this control.

Putting the dough aside, Tang Ming made three more pies out of the remaining dough and filling.

Looking around, he found that the side dishes prepared just now were basically in place, Tang Ming took the remaining parts of the badger, and the row of ribs in the middle was cut into even small pieces, which were together with the porcupine ribs.

The rest of the leg bones with meat or something, and another bamboo plate was piled up.

After all the ingredients were sorted out, Tang Ming took out the stones that had been baked before, and the octopus in the cassava chips had been cooked through a low fire for a period of time, and the wild onions had also turned golden brown, exuding a strong dry fragrance.

Tang Ming took it off piece by piece, took a large leaf, piled it up from bottom to top, and then grabbed a small handful of powdered chili dried fruit mixture, bent his elbow, and sprinkled it on the pyramid.

Suddenly, a serving of minced meat and cassava chips added a bit of flavor.

"Don't steal it!" Glancing

at the greedy Shu Yiting and the monkeys vigilantly, Tang Ming found a basket of vegetables and covered it. Warned to the woman and the monkey.

"Cut, what's the big deal, I'll eat it later, but I really want to eat it now!"

the woman and the monkey looked at each other, and the monkey staggered to the side.

Before

the two monkeys could uncover the bamboo basket, Tang Ming threw a bamboo stick over and stuck it straight into the sand. The frightened two monkeys hurriedly ran.

Driving away the monkeys who wanted to steal food, Tang Ming poured oil into the hot pot.

Pour in all the coconut oil that had been fried before and didn't run out, add some fresh ones, and finally incorporate some lard, and make a small half pot out.

It's not that I'm reluctant to put more, but it's really gone, and when the house is built, I have to find a way to get more oil out.

Glancing at the amount of oil in the pot with disgust, Tang Ming took the shredded cassava that he had prepared just now. Add two of the juices of different colors and stir to color.

After homogeneity.

Tang Ming's chopsticks shook in the basin a few times, and a chopstick of tapioca shreds was picked out by him and put into the oil pot.

At this moment, the temperature of the oil pot is not high, and after the tapioca shreds are put into the pot, they do not spread out, and the egg liquid wrapped around them begins to expand, fixing the tapioca shreds and stretching them apart.

A few seconds later, Tang Ming withdrew his chopsticks, and the cassava shreds just now became like a blooming chrysanthemum.

After a few minutes, dozens of three-colored cassava flowers floated in the pot.

Pulling out the wood from the stove to keep the oil temperature not too hot, Tang Ming took out the fried cassava flowers and gently turned the ones he added to prevent them from sticking.

Ten minutes later, all the cassava flowers were fried, Tang Ming took them out, put them on a few bamboo plates, and found a bamboo basket to cover them to prevent them from getting cold too quickly.