Doomsday Pavilion

The old man asked,

"This time, what do you want?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Ah, actually I didn't come to get the goods, I just wanted to come and have a look..."

"Want to come and see what good things I have here, old man, right?"

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man said,

"You people, you are all the same. Curiosity killed the cat. You know, you worry about the old man's stock of me every day-but there is an excuse for it, and there is an excuse for it, haha."

But there was a sense of pride between the eyebrows.

"I know you who are chefs, it's not that. Old man, I have a lot of varieties that have disappeared after the catastrophe, but they are also limited. Well-if you say hello in advance to give me time, you won't keep me. You can figure it out, you know."

"..."

This, I don’t seem to understand...

The old man skillfully rubbed his thumb and index finger, and squeezed his eyes playfully.

Lin Chou suddenly realized,

"No problem, that's for sure!"

And then asked again,

"After talking for so long, I never know... what do you call the old man?"

The old man stroked his beard with one hand, he didn't know when there was a whisk in his hand, his long gown fluttered and his eyes were deep.

"Old man, Wu Ming!"

Lin Chou was shocked immediately, his brain opened wide.

"The one who returned ten thousand swords to the sect...nameless??"

——Wait, the old man didn't seem to have this surname before, did he?

The old man rolled his eyes,

"Wu is Takeda Hua's Wu, Naruto is Naruto's Naruto!"

(Oh, why do you feel a bit familiar?)

The Lord Shan is in awe, with a thumbs up,

"The old man is mighty."

The old man's face is even so lucky,

"Old man, my father might not have thought that in the rest of my life I would actually see the end of it, hahaha..."

Then Shan Ye turned his head and whispered to Lin Chou,

"This old man can't afford to offend him, at least he is at least the same level as Mr. Zhao."

"???"

"I told you that you don't understand it, just remember what I said, Shan Ye can still cheat you!"

After walking around the ranch, Mr. Wu said cheerfully,

"It just happened that a tank of meat was roasted in the morning. Let's catch two more fishes back, so that you can also taste the old man's craftsmanship."

Lin Chou smiled and nodded.

"I can't ask for it."

Speaking, lead the two to walk towards the nearest stream.

Shan Ye wondered,

"I know Tanrou, this tank... Is it an upgraded version of Tanrou?"

The old man took the fish basket seriously, and naturally had no time to talk to Lord Shan, so Lin Chou explained,

"The cylinder meat is actually the predecessor of Dongpo meat, and its craftsmanship can be traced back to the Neolithic era. According to historical records, the great writer Su Shi was invited by the host of Anguo Temple in Haining to write the "Song Anguo Temple Great Compassion Pavilion". The bold and unrestrained Su Dongpo arrived in Haining. At the wedding banquet at Anguo Temple, whether he knew him or not, he took it upon himself at the beginning of the wedding feast. Haining’s human temperament was simple and honest, and it was a pity that Su Shi himself. He is a great gourmet, and he shook his head every time he ate a dish, but Su Dongpo was acclaimed again and again when the stewed crispy meat served on the table."

"When Su Shi was relegated to Huangzhou, he drank with his friends to relieve his boredom and chant poems to dissipate his sorrows. If there was wine and poetry, it was natural not to be without food. He could not find the jar and used the method of imitating jar meat in the wine jar to make meat for his friends. The friends were surprised. The heavens and people greatly appreciate it, and the famous "Ode to Pork" was written at that time, "Wash the pan, lack the water, and the firewood will not burn. When he is familiar with himself, he will not be urged. When the fire is full, he will be beautiful. '"

"When he waited for enough heat, his self-beauty spread through the ages, and many chefs are like Feng Lunyin."

Shan Ye blinked,

"So, this thing is not an upgraded version of Tanrou at all? I just ask casually, you're sour, what do you say so much."

"..."

What's so special is to have love for cows, bah, play the piano!

Mr. Wu Ming brought a basket full of fish up there, and he broke his belly and scraped the scales to remove his gills.

"Look, this is the fish I raised, see what?"

Lin Chou took a look.

"can."

The old man laughed and said,

"You don't look good, right... I can't learn how your chef has spent a year or a half of complex methods to raise a fish for a fish, old man, my fish, just rely on one word, wild!"

Lin Chou smirked.

Shan Ye sneered,

"It's all raised, where did the wild come from?"

The old man shook his head repeatedly,

"I'm talking about raising, but it doesn't actually mean raising. Wild carp has 28 scales and cultivated 32 scales. The body grows fleshy. If you don't believe it, you can count them."

Shan Ye counted it again, and it was really twenty-eight scales.

"Damn, there is such a thing?"

The old man proudly said,

"There are many doorways in it-walking, and then pick some green papaya, get a hot and sour fish to eat, Xiaolin, old man, I heard that you have fish sauce made of rock climbing fish and chi fish Can I ask for a little old man?"

"No problem at all."

The firewood in the large pot in the large stove, the sourness of the sour papaya and the hotness of the dried chili, sprinkle a handful of Guanyin dishes when out of the pot, which is fragrant.

Guanyin cuisine is also the mountain leek, with wide leaves and delicate fragrance, the taste is lighter than that of wild leek, and it goes perfectly with fish and bacon.

Lin Chou took only one bite and was conquered.

This is almost exactly the same as the taste of Uncle Tiger's fish, which is very intimate and nostalgic.

Mr. Wu Ming took out a large piece of meat tied with straw from the big tank.

"Try the old man’s tank meat again, a two thousand kilograms of black mountain wild boar, so that there are only four pieces of meat in a square foot, and the intercostal meat that is evenly layered without the slightest tilt is tied with straw and put into the tank. Feed the foot soup for four hours. This is the tank meat. Come and taste how it tastes."

The meat in the tank made by the old man is amazing, the color is like amber and creamy, the pure and natural meat is thick and heavy, when the bundled straw is cut, the square meat suddenly relaxes, just take the chopsticks" "Cut" opens, shiny and shiny.

The old man looked forward very much,

"Xiao Lin, taste it quickly, while it's hot."

"it is good."

The entrance of the tank meat is not greasy or greasy, and the mellow and long smell of meat is like a string of memories. Eating this piece of meat seems to evoke all the aftertaste of the food, and a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Lin Chou said very seriously,

"I can't make this kind of taste, my old man is great!"

"Hey, that's not what I said, old man, I made this tank of meat every three to five times. The tank has been used for a lifetime, and the meat has been made for a lifetime. Every day I guard the tank and keep it on fire. Naturally there is some extra content in this meat. If you come to me At this age, haha ​​— old man, let me tell you a little trick. The stew pot should never be washed with water. Rub it with thatch every day and wipe it with a towel. The meat is fragrant and it can be kept. In the tank!"

The Lord Shan couldn’t understand more.

"There is this kind of operation? Really or not..."

Mr. Wu frowned.

"Those who don't understand life, just interrupt anything and eat your meat!!"