Putting the folded tin foil pot on the stove, Zhang Bei squeezed the plastic bag, and noodles the same size as the hole fell into the pot.

Zhang Bei also took this time to explain to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"This kind of noodles is called Sour Tangzi in the Northeast, and is also called Diaotiao and Tangzi."

"The specific method is: wash the ground corn, place it in a cool place in the kitchen, and soak it in cold water for ten days."

"However, there is no specific time for this. It is basically determined by the temperature."

"The fermentation is complete when it becomes slightly sour."

"After taking it out and washing it, grind it with water to make a paste, and then use a cloth bag to remove the appropriate moisture."

"Finally, take it out and put it in a cool place or roll it up and freeze it outside."

Zhang Bei used the most understandable language to teach the audience in the live broadcast room.

It's just that for this group of idiot netizens, they can fall asleep sitting next to the podium in class.

How could anyone except those hidden mothers listen to this kind of teaching!

The alligator is beaten every day: [I have recorded the screen and sent it to my mother!]

Licking since childhood: [Do you think too highly of us?]

Xiangmo: [Brain: Got it, Hand: What are you talking about?]

Zhang Bei didn't pay much attention, after all, he had long been accustomed to the mental state of the netizens in the live broadcast room.

A large pot of sour soup was quickly boiled, and the pot was dragged aside with two wooden sticks.

Stir-fry another plate of beef, and today’s lunch is complete.

"Suantangzi is more widely distributed in Liaoning in the northeast, Jilin is in the southeast, and it is also distributed in eastern Heilongjiang, but it is not as widespread as Liaoning."

"This kind of snack is a food passed down by the Manchu people. The best place of production is probably Dandong."

Director Hu served himself a bowl of soup and tried to take a sip.

It has a slightly sour taste, but it tastes surprisingly delicious.

After giving Zhang Bei a thumbs up, he directly transformed into a rice cook.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Bei filled a bowl for himself and showed it to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Let me talk about what I am going to try to do at home first. This cannot be done in the summer."

“Fermented rice and flour products made in summer and autumn are easily contaminated by Pseudomonas cocotoxin.”

"This kind of monobacterium will not be destroyed by high temperature, and there is currently no drug that can treat this toxin. If the gastric lavage is not timely, the fatality rate can reach 50%."

Most rural areas in the Northeast only make this kind of thing after the autumn harvest. It has been passed down for so many years, and everyone is used to making it in winter.

If these southern viewers make it at home on a whim, they are very likely to be poisoned due to the current temperature.

After a pause, Zhang Bei explained again.

"If you really want to try it, you can go to the online shopping platform to buy it."

"The sellers there are all qualified. At least if something goes wrong, you can find someone to settle the claim."

A mouthful of beef and a mouthful of sour soup is simply the ultimate enjoyment for the three people on the grass.

Of course, this poisoning scene also made the live broadcast room burst into mourning.

Originally, most people had never seen such a thing, but just listening to Zhang Bei's description made them salivate.

Pay attention, this woman’s name is Xiaomei: [Why does it take three days for express delivery to arrive? I really want to eat it!]

Classmate Zhang: [My son is pestering me to eat, and he has a headache.]

Appointment, no appointment: [The burger in my hand suddenly no longer tastes good...]

Amidst the condemnation in the live broadcast room, the lunch finally came to an end.

Director Hu burped and stared at Zhang Bei: "Bring me some before I go to Africa?"

"no problem!"

Zhang Bei cooked a lot last winter and didn't eat much on weekdays.

Although it is not enough for Director Hu to eat every meal during his trip to Africa.

But there is absolutely nothing wrong with improving the food.

After eating well, we set out on the road. After a short rest, the three of us set off on the journey again.

Since there are no traces of green peacocks in this forest, we can only look at the koi from Yubeng Village.

As always, as soon as he reached the second forest, Director Hu carried a wooden stick and walked towards the tree.

Watching the Tibetan fox skillfully operate Zhang Bei sighed silently, then leaned aside and waited.

After a few minutes, Zanghu finally came to a conclusion.

"It's a takin. The ones living in this area should be the Gongshan takin."

Zhang Bei recalled the introduction about takin and quickly figured out what the Gongshan takin looked like.

"The black cow?"

"That's called brown!"

"The face is black!"

Hearing Zhang Bei's argument, Director Hu moved his lips but ultimately did not refute.

But now that they had found the clue, the three people also began to look for traces of takin life nearby.

Compared to cats, finding this big guy is really not a problem.

There are gnawed grass blades, footprints on the wet ground, and the scratch marks of takin horns on the trees.

To the three people who often wandered into the old forest, so many clues were no different than having signposts on their faces.

Following the traces, we soon reached a valley.

After passing through several thick bushes, a group of small black mounds came into view.

When several vigilant takin saw Zhang Bei, they were immediately filled with vigilance. However, this vigilance soon turned into peace of mind, and they continued to stand on a high place and watch the surroundings.

Zhang Bei quickly walked toward the two takin closest to him with the camera in his hand.

Seeing the big guy resting, I pinched its ears hard.

Director Hu also came over from the side and introduced it to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"This is the takin, which mainly inhabits alpine areas above 2,500 meters."

"It is a creature of the family Bovidae, subfamily Ovidae, and genus Takin."

"So it's okay to say it's a cow, it's okay to say it's a sheep."

"It is a vulnerable species in our country and is on the first-level protection list." www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

Zhang Bei pulled a little guy to his side and continued to popularize science after Director Hu's words.

"Takin have their mating season from July to August every year, which is similar to humans. Their pregnancy period is in September."

"The cubs will be born from March to May of the following year."

"The head is like a horse, the horns are like a deer, the hooves are like an ox, and the tail is like a donkey. In many places, it is called the four different things."

The little guy next to Zhang Bei hasn't grown horns yet, and his ears are constantly shaking in an attempt to get away from Zhang Bei's big hands.

Director Hu looked at the little guy who was shaking his head and snatched it directly from Zhang Bei's hand to help it escape from the claws.

"There are four subspecies of takin, divided according to region, Qinling takin, Gongshan takin, Sichuan takin and Bhutan takin."

"The one we are seeing now is the Gongshan takin, which is also the blackest among the four subspecies."

The little takin escaped Zhang Bei's rubbing of its ears, but it could not escape Director Fox's rubbing of its dark face.
Chapter completed!