Jevre Wenke had no time to pay attention to the somewhat entangled Leas, and was still busy.

The chopped ribs and mahjong-like muscles were gently and quickly slapped, making the flesh looser a little, and then washed one by one in the sweet water one by one.

When it was completely clean and there was no blood left, Jevrey and Wen placed them on another clean slab.

Wash your hands and mix the sticky blue bone marrow and light gray glutinous meat.

Pick up the salt and a little bit of fine sugar on the side, and a little spice similar to green onion, sprinkle it evenly, and stir it clockwise.

When the bone marrow and the flesh and scented water blended together and completely merged together, Jefrey began to beat him repeatedly.

The hands danced rapidly, bringing out afterimages, just like the eight-armed Tathagata's hands.

The meat balls as big as a washbasin were beaten back and forth and quickly pinched into meat balls about an inch in diameter.

"Hey, as for your expression, have you seen my skill level? Although I haven't tasted it myself, at least it won't disappoint you."

Jevrey, whose preparations were finally completed, looked up and met Leas's entangled face, which was reluctant to speak, and couldn't help but explain.

"Nothing, you continue to cook delicious food. I just think of something."

Leas finally didn't ask the question in his heart. It was still a long time and one day it would be revealed.

"I'm still waiting for the big meal, come on!"

"Haha, just look at it. By the way, help me light a fire first."

Jefrey Wen stuffed the big bone stick without bone marrow into a stone three-hole stove, and asked Leas to help him.

It would be really troublesome to learn some flame technique and magical methods of water condensation if you don’t have matches, lighters, and tap water.

As soon as he cooked, Jefrey Wen was repeatedly moved by this matter in his heart.

Put the cut yellow fat pieces into the wok, add a little sweet and clean water, and let the blazing flames heat it up quickly.

At the same time, add half of the water to the soup pot, add a little salt, and let it heat up slowly.

A small amount of water in the wok quickly boiled, and with a slight oozing of grease, it began to crackle.

Jefrey, who was afraid of oil splashing, looked like a face, held a two-foot-long special stone shovel and flipped back and forth slowly.

A unique fragrance slowly drifts out, a bit like a lard fragrance, but it is mixed with a special smell similar to tea oil.

Anyway, it's weird, but it's not offensive.

It didn't take long, at least half of the pot of water next to it had not boiled yet, and half a basin of transparent grease appeared in the wok, making a sizzling sound.

Along the rolling oil, there were a lot of golden oil residues rippling back and forth, like a small boat in the back sea, rowing with sculls.

"It's almost done, get the pot."

Jefrey Wen talked to himself, then picked up the stone spoon and put the transparent grease into the big stone bowl.

As for the golden oil residue, it is also placed aside, which is of other use.

With a quick shabu-shabu and throwing away the wastewater, Jefrey Wen became busy again.

Apply a thin layer of grease to the wok, and when it is 30% hot, pour in the fine sugar quickly and heat it evenly back and forth.

When the fine sugar melted quickly and gradually changed color, Jefrey quickly poured the large pot of mahjong muscle into it, flipped it back and forth hard to make it evenly colored.

Sprinkle with spices similar to chopped green onion and two spices similar to fennel and cinnamon, and then look back at the incomplete seasoning, Jefrey couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey! I don't know when I can collect enough seasonings to recreate the style of Chinese cuisine!"

While sighing, add an appropriate amount of sweet and clean water, cover the lid of the stone pot, and let the blazing fire burn for a while.

I looked at the soup pot and it wasn't boiling yet, so I'll keep busy with other things.

Put on the pan and let it heat up quickly, then pour most of the transparent grease into it.

With a swish, the transparent oil slowly changed.

The densely packed tiny bubbles gradually emerged at the bottom of the pot. Well, it was almost done, 70% hot.

Jefrey Wen picked up a small piece of ribs that were slightly marinated with salt and chopped green onions. Put them in one by one.

The oil pan boiled instantly, and a large number of bubbles kept rolling, as if they were about to fly into the sky.

A special stone shovel is gently back and forth to prevent the ribs from sticking.

A strong meaty aroma, mixed with the smell of tea oil, gradually drifted around the pan and quickly spread out.

"It smells so good!"

Leas sniffed, and the fragrance kept pouring in, like a hook, aroused a strong appetite.

Leas stared at the gradually changing colored ribs, his heart full of curiosity.

I also made fried pork slices myself, why isn't it so fragrant? And it's obviously a semi-finished product.

"Why? How did you do it? Let me explain my doubts!"

With curiosity and confusion, Leas spoke up.

"The heat is the key! Of course, this strange oil is also related to the flesh of the Power Demon itself."

Jevrey Wen asked curiously while paying attention to the almost blown ribs.

"To be honest, I'm quite curious. Cannibalism among demons is not just because of the scarcity of food. What kind of bloodline is just nonsense."

"It must be related to the flesh of the demon itself! You see, I have also come into contact with a lot of demon corpses, and the flesh is not bad, at least not worse than beef."

"this....."

When Leas heard this, he was speechless.

"Hmph, I knew that with my keen observation of cooking experts, this is the case, yes!"

Jevrei muttered complacently and continued to work hard.

While continuing to fry endless ribs, I opened the lid of the stone pot and quickly turned the boiling pot of mahjong evenly.

Then he glanced at the soup pot that was about to boil, and took off most of the big stick bones under the wok and soup pot, and slowly boiled over low heat.

While the ribs were rolling, all the meatballs with an inch diameter were scattered into a large soup pot.

The stone spatula was churned back and forth a few times, which was to prevent cute little meatballs from sticking to the pan.

...... Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Jevrei was calm and took care of Sankouguo calmly.

Frying the ribs constantly, I took a look at the simple version of braised mahjong cubes, and occasionally ate the meatballs in the soup pot.

Leas didn't say a word, but just widened his eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth, as if he was trying hard to retract his saliva.

"Lias, hurry up and use your physical talent, this body shape, but you can't enjoy the delicious food."

After glanced at Leas with a longing face, Jevrei took up a stone bowl, scooped up a bowl of meatball soup that was already fragrant, sprinkled with a little salt and chopped green onion, and placed it on the flat stone table beside it.

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