First, carve out large blocks on the thick layer of snow, then insert the snow knife horizontally into the base of the snow layer, using leverage to loosen and push down the heavy snow blocks.
The snow blocks crashed to the ground with a thud, stirring up a cloud of snow mist.
Layer by layer, he cleared the excess snow off the roof, especially carefully removing the accumulated snow around the chimney, relieving its lateral pressure.
In the end, he left only about half a ter thickness on the roof, providing optimal insulation without posing too much risk.
Having finished all this, the sweaty Lin Yu’an finally felt his stomach begin to protest fiercely.
Returning to the warmth of indoors, he prepared to cook himself a belated hearty lunch to reward his morning’s hard work.
He placed the prepared rabbit at chunks into the iron pot, first covering them with a small amount of snow water, and set it on the fire to bring to a quick boil.
A layer of gray blood foam soon floated to the surface. Using a wooden spoon, he carefully skimd off this layer of foam.
While skimming, he shared his cooking insights, "For any at, especially ga, this step is crucial during stewing. Removing the blood foam can eliminate most of the source of the gay taste."
"The at of the snowshoe rabbit is high in protein but low in fat, making it dry if roasted directly. Long stewing can fully dissolve the gelatin and flavor substances in the at into the soup."
He fished out the blanched rabbit at chunks, discarded the murky water in the pot, and added clean snow water again.
Then, he took out so thawed, hard mussel at, placing it together with the blanched rabbit at chunks, ready for the next step.
"rely removing the gay sll is not enough. In resource-limited conditions, how to make simple ingredients explode with the most intense flavor, that’s the real challenge."
He retrieved from the supply corner a small jar made of birch bark, containing so remaining milky solid wolf oil.
He selected so wolf oil and placed it into the preheated empty iron pot. The fat quickly lted, emitting a "sizzle."
Once the oil was hot enough, even beginning to smoke faintly, he poured the blanched rabbit at chunks and thawed mussel at into the pot together!
"Sizzle——!"
As the ingredients contacted the hot oil, they exploded with a vigorous sound, and a large amount of steam, carrying a strong aroma, surged upward.
He quickly stirred the ingredients in the pot with a wooden spoon.
Under the effect of the high-temperature wolf oil, the surface of the rabbit at rapidly contracted, turning from the previous grayish-white to an enticing golden yellow.
The mussel at also underwent the process of pan-frying again, with the frozen fishy taste swiftly evaporating under high heat, replaced by a reactivated ocean freshness.
Not until all the rabbit at chunks in the pot were coated with an even golden-brown did he pour clean water into the boiling iron pot.
Another loud "sizzle——" erupted, the pot instantly roiling with white waves.
He sprinkled only a small amount of his self-refined coarse salt, then placed the iron pot on the fireplace fla, covering it to start a slow stew.
Another hour passed, and the alarm on the recorder went off again. Lin Yu’an went out to conduct a second smokehouse inspection, everything was still perfect.
Upon returning to the shelter again, an unprecedented, almost solidified rich aroma had thoroughly occupied the entire space.
When he returned from the cold, pure air outside back to the warm shelter, the strong aroma that had been stewing for so long instantly filled his nasal cavity several tis over.
It was a complex aroma, with very little gay sll, leaving only the essence of both flavors.
The two flavors perfectly fused together in the rolling broth, making the whole pot of soup sll both rich and clean, filled with the most primal aroma of the at soup.
Inside the shelter, there was only the crackling of the firewood burning in the fireplace and the bubbling sound of the at soup simring in the iron pot.
Outside, the sunlight quietly spilled over the boundless snowy plains, that white snowed house smokehouse continuously releasing wisps of white smoke into the sky.
This was a tranquil and perfect polar afternoon.
Ti slowly passed. The rabbit at soup in the iron pot continued to emit a bubbling sound under the persistent licking of the fireplace flas.
It was this increasingly intense aroma of the at soup that quietly delved into the deep sea of December’s sleeping consciousness, awakening its most primal instincts.
Originally sleeping like a white cotton candy on the wolfskin bed, December’s small nose started twitching rapidly at a high frequency unconsciously.
It seed to be, in its dream, chasing a marvelous illusion composed of aromas. Its little mouth even smacked unconsciously, as a vague, longing murmur erged from deep in its throat.
Finally, under the stimulation of this aroma, its long eyelashes trembled violently a few tis, and it suddenly opened its eyes wide.
Just awakened, it was still a little groggy, its gaze unfocused, looking around blankly.
But upon slling that overwhelming, incredibly real rich aroma, its brain seed instantly activated, with all its senses focusing on the sole source.
It had slept for a good three-plus hours, and the dual exhaustion from the vigorous morning activity and long sleep made its hunger reach an unprecedented peak.
It imdiately climbed off the wolfskin bed, even stretching lazily with a big yawn, stretching its rapidly growing body.
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