Chapter 495: Fried Meat

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The skin was very hard. An Wen didn't want the skin, so she tore it open. When she did this, everyone looked surprised. It was too violent.

An Wen focused on cutting the meat, and cut off the fresh meat piece by piece. If Peter didn't think it was okay, An Wen would still want to cut off all the fresh meat.

"They're going to go bad fast, we've got to find a place quickly," said Peter.

Ryan helped An Wen carry the pot and walked towards the rock formation in front. Fortunately, he saw a hole here. Such a rock formation formed a natural hole, which is so rare.

Everyone was hungry, but they didn't know what to do with the meat. The branches on the trees were sparse and shriveled, and there was no way to skewer the meat. Here, there was nothing but grass and soil, and there were no leaves to wrap the meat.

An Wen said: "How about I cut some fat and fry it in oil, and you guys find a way to find some stones."

After An Wen finished speaking, she ran back. Peter was looking for something outside to make a fence. Before he realized it, An Wen had gone far away.

"What should we do? Should we go find her? What if An Wen is in danger?"

"She's An Wen, she won't be in danger." He was afraid that the animals would be in danger, but luckily he found food, otherwise if An Wen came back hungry and carried her head to protect the animals, they would all go to jail.

An Wen brought back a large piece of fat meat. Without water, she couldn't wash the pot and the meat, so she had to make do with it.

An Wen asked them to pick up the meat, then cut the fat into small pieces and fry it in oil. These guests may have never seen such an oil press, and they all looked closely at it, and then Klater's sweat dripped into it, and the oil started to fry. Splash around.

Collective scream!

Seeing them like this, An Wen almost laughed silly.

Because the fat is cut small, the oil is squeezed out quickly, and the fat loses oil and water, gradually shrinks and turns black.

An Wen picked up the pot from the stone and was almost scalded by the fire.

There is nothing else in the African grasslands. There is a pile of hay that can catch fire, and it will catch fire at one point.

An Wen picked out the darkened fat meat with a stick, then put the pot back on the stone, turned on the fire, the oil smoked quickly, and put the meat in one by one.

The meat sizzled, and the smoke became stronger. The protein and sugar of the meat reacted under the high temperature, and the aroma of the meat overflowed. The hungry guests swallowed their saliva.

An Wen fried it on both sides, turned the ones that were put in first, and then turned them over one by one, so that the outside was charred and the outside was crispy and the inside was tender.

"An Wen, you are simply amazing, like a chef!" Sally praised.

Peter also nodded, and said, "Five to medium, is that okay?"

An Wen glanced at Peter and said, "If you have something to pick up, I'll let you know it halfway."

There is nothing in this place for food, and everyone will eat around the pot later.

"Okay, medium rare." Peter said.

"It's half-baked!" Ryan said.

An Wen has a Chinese stomach. She wanted to say it was well done, but the minority obeyed the majority. She said, "Medium well."

She didn't say that medium-rare was her last compromise.

Add salt and fry until half-cooked. An Wen stopped the fire and began to cut the meat into small pieces with a knife. Some meat juice flowed out, but there was no trace of blood.

After cutting, pierce the small pieces with a knife, and then everyone eats them with a small branch. After cutting into small pieces and piercing small holes, no matter how small the branch is, it can be picked up.

Because there is residual heat in the pot, it is almost half-cooked after being cooked, and it is fat but not greasy when it is put in the mouth. Although it is far from delicious as beef, it is enough for them who are hungry.