Chapter 3: Good thing, hehe ...

He did not wait for Aspen to find something useful at home, and his stomach called for a protest. Then he realized that he had n’t eaten anything since he got up, and he did n’t know where to throw the instant noodles.
"It's three o'clock in the afternoon"!
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Aspen grinned, no wonder his stomach was calling out.
I know that my cooking level is only at a novice stage that can be eaten but not tasty. I do n’t even think about making the kitchen myself. It ’s best to solve the hungry way. Aspen can think of noodles ...
"Dizzy, gone, I remember a box I bought last month on the 10th", opened the drawer and looked at it, Bai Yang was dumbfounded.
Then he started to think about it. His mother was off at five o'clock. When he got home, he should have at least five thirty. If he cooks well, it's seven o'clock. By then, he might be too hungry to move. As for my dad, I don't say that I get off work at six o'clock, then the cooking level is not as good as myself.
"Yeah, it looks like I have to deal with it outside, but there is not much pocket money ..."
The tangled aspen popped his head.
In this entangled mentality, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, it seems that 'next door' has good things to eat!
Tiger meat, I have never eaten so much in my life ...
With such a thought in my heart, I couldn't stop it. I felt uncomfortable. I walked around the living room blindly for a few times, and then gritted my teeth and stomped my feet!
Rush to the kitchen, pick up a frying pan, try it, nodded, found a nylon rope tied to the back of the heart, picked up a stainless steel pot lid, and screwed a mother's usual bone chopping knife , "Fully armed", take a deep breath.
Take you away ...
Alas, he disappeared into his kitchen instantly.
The reason why I tied the pan on the back and took the stainless steel lid is to prevent cold arrows in the jungle, boning knife. Of course, he chopped a piece of tiger meat and ate it, although he also wanted to drag the tiger over and slow it down. Slow processing, but considering that the tiger is too large, although the spacious living room can barely lay down, I'm afraid I don't know how much to crush, and if the blood at home is messy, his mother must not kill him when he returns ... ...
Mother Poplar is very fierce. The director of a key university in this city will ask you if you are afraid. Unfortunately, the university that Poplar attended is the school where his mother works. That ’s called a good person during the school. Do n’t look at him. It was personal, but his mother cared about who you were when he was at school, and treated them equally, but then again, Bai Yang was also lucky. Otherwise, he might not be able to get a job with his lazy temperament. After all, he was born ...
As for the father of Bai Yang, he set up a furniture factory by himself. Where does Bai Yang have the intention to know? The house was paid by his father once, and he knew that the income should be good. If there was no such father and mother, where he had the opportunity to do nothing at home, he was dead, and he just went to find work!
Appeared cautiously on ‘the side’, and carefully watched the surrounding movements. There was no dangerous situation. Three or two steps ran to the side of the dead tiger to take a close look at the tiger.
The aspen, a beast like a tiger, has been seen in the zoo, but compared with the dead tiger in front of it, all the hot chickens in the zoo are like a kitten in terms of body shape.
The so-called tiger died Yu Weizai, standing three meters away from the dead tiger, knowing that the other party was dead enough to die, but Bai Yang hesitated again and again and did not dare to pass.
呼 "Who ... you can do it, you are not afraid, this dead cat has already hung up, chop it"!
After Xun continued to cheer himself up, he still carefully walked over and seemed to run away at any time, for fear that the dead tiger had risen and rushed at him.
Finally came to the Tigers, kicked with a foot and quickly took a step back, all right, rest assured.
"Grandson, aren't you fierce? You almost didn't scare me before. You gave me a try again."
In the face of the dead tiger, Aspen was blinded. If the tiger moved him to ensure that he would slip away the first time, this is an ordinary mentality. He who grew up in a modern city, without any special training, can still count on him. The air is raging in the air, I am afraid that the so-called special soldiers must kneel when they meet this tiger, not to mention his semi-waste urban otaku.
"Yeah is so big. If you sell it in the past market, you do n’t know how much it will cost. It will be worth three fat pigs, especially this tiger skin. If it is complete, it will be worth millions. ... "
He murmured in his heart, but Bai Yang knew that if he dared to sell this stuff in the future, I'm afraid his father and mother would get the prison to deliver food to him the next day, which is not to say that he was not adventurous and young The courage is just that he has to eat and wear and live well, so why should he take that risk? A gentleman is not the only way to survive!
"The value of this tiger in some people's eyes is probably no less than ten million. This is all made ..."
The sigh of gritted teeth in the heart, aspen popped up with a knife and cut it with a boning knife. The tired pant finally chopped off a tiger's front leg. Good guys, they can catch up with the ox's leg. In other words, if it weren't for the quality of his boning knife, it would be good for the bouncing.
"This leg is enough for a few days."
I twisted the tiger's leg, and I was afraid that one leg would be no less than thirty pounds, and I didn't know how long it was.
He got something, and when he was going back, he suddenly smiled wretchedly. What is the most valuable thing on the tiger? Of course that one, hehe ...
Hey guy, Poplar was busy again for ten minutes before he got that one out of the tiger's belly. It was two feet long and the child's arm was so thick ...
"Good stuff, drink wine, that guy ...", looking down at a part of himself, Aspen didn't dare to think about it, he was still young, so fierce, he didn't need to ... but who would hate himself more It's better, right?
"Go back, cook meat and eat ...".
After returning home again, I came to the kitchen, started using various kitchen knives to start processing the tiger legs, the skin was plucked, the claws were cut off, and several obvious features were thrown 'over there'. Nature would destroy them. .
Others, he worked hard again, chopped a few pieces with a deboning knife and put them in the refrigerator for the next time, leaving a piece of three pounds of meat and a section of tiger bone, rinsed and thrown into the pot.
"Why ... how to cook tiger meat"?
He did n’t understand, but he did n’t get tangled. Pepsi did n’t know how to ask thousands of degrees. There was always an answer. When I searched, the simplest thing was clear stew. It ’s very good and saves the problem. Just add half a pot of water, put garlic and salt, think I thought he added a few dried peppers, covered the lid and opened the fire, boiled on high heat, knocked out the float, and then changed to a low fire and stewed ...
"Oh, tiger, my God, I have taken it by mouth." Looking at the steaming pot, Poplar almost didn't drool, knowing that the taste would definitely not be too good, but still couldn't help smelling it.
This thing has to be stewed for an hour, and after ten minutes he becomes impatient, and then sees the tiger whip on the side, and pats his brain, so, forget this thing.
"Tiger whip wine, how do you make it ...".
The simplest way to search the Internet is to throw the high-grade liquor directly and seal it for a while. Although there are better ways to deal with it that can better reflect the value, the troublesome poplar has decisively abandoned other methods.
Opening the wallet, it took a lot of pain to take out three old man heads to go out, and after walking half a street, I finally found a place to sell liquor, doubled the bargain, two hundred and fifty dollars directly took away an altar of twenty pounds fifty Second degree of liquor, the jar was carried away.
After I came back, I threw the cleaned tiger whip into the jar, looked for cling film for dozens of layers, and found a rope to seal it, put it under the bed in the bedroom, and get it ...!
"I don't know if this stuff is soaked and can drink to promote secondary development".
I was busy, thinking of the stew in the kitchen, and patted my head to the kitchen.
After twitching his nose and closing his eyes, Poplar murmured to himself: "This taste ... is so special. It's obviously only added ginger, garlic and salt, but it's obviously meat, how can it have a slight sweet aroma? so comfy".
The taste is too special. Poplar can't help but taste it. It's almost time, turn off the fire, find a large bowl, make a large bowl of soup for myself, and remove a few pieces of milky meat, cover in the pot. The lid is left to the parents. Although the parents are not reliable, the son must know the reward of parenting. UU Reading at www.uukanshu.com
I came to the living room with a large bowl of tiger broth and let it air for a while. The temperature was almost the same. I took a sip with a spoon and closed my eyes to taste ...
"I really do not have the potential of a gourmet, this thing does not seem to be much different from the hen soup."
He shook his head. He snored and finished a large bowl of soup. The tiger was gorging and eating, and he felt his stomach. It was comfortable when he was full ...
"I can go there. What is the principle? I don't wear an ancestral jade pendant, I didn't give an electric shock, I didn't have a high fever or I was hit by a car, and no electronic voice appeared in my mind somehow. Can I go from one side to the other freely, and where is that side? Judging by the sun in the sky and the tiger, it is not the earth at all, and the sun on the earth is not so big and not that color, and There are no such big tigers on the planet. Who killed the tigers? It seems that I have to find a way to get something useful. In the past, what was the situation there? The past was a huge forest with so many poisonous beasts and beasts. What do you need to prepare to ensure your safety ... this ghost weather, why is it still so hot in the afternoon ... "
The full-fledged Aspen was sitting on the sofa in the comfort of Uncle Ge's posture, looking at the ceiling, thinking about it, thinking about it in a mess, touching his head, sweaty hands.
"No, why is it getting hotter and hotter, I'm going, nosebleeds ...", the two heat streams flowed down from the poplar's nostrils, they couldn't stop, and they were all hot and dry ...
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