Doomsday Pavilion

This year is his first new year as the awakened.

To be reasonable, he should go to Lao Lin's ancestral grave to see if there is any blue smoke. If it doesn't, he should also make some incense candles and yellow paper, burn it and worship - of course, if there is still the ancestral grave.

Qin Shan is the end of Mingguang's life. The family members can only bring out a memorial object made of bones. As for the others, nothing will be left, and of course there is no tomb.

Lin Chou smiled after patted the bone pendant on his chest.

"Hey, I said Brother Sorrow, why are you laughing so happy."

"Ziyu, why are you here... hey? Why are you smelling like feathers... Fuck!"

Lin Chou leaped back quickly, with a pan in his hand, his head raised and glared.

"Quah, quack!"

A duck as tall as a person leaped into the air with feathers flying around like snow flakes, and went straight to Lin Chou over the heads of everyone.

"Bang, Bang!"

The shocking voice was crisp and loud, and the inferior pan in Lin Chou's hand appeared with two complete quack heads.

Quack suffered two pots, and nothing happened except that the duck's head was a little dizzy.

It's a strange beast. The two pots completely aroused its anger, and the huge wings flashed and set off a vicious wind in the small hall.

Many diners did not forget to guard the dishes on the plate while watching the excitement.

"Oh, boss Lin, have a snack tonight?"

"I heard that the old duck soup is very good for men drinking it."

"One more pot, one pot of this duck will definitely fall down, you can't hold on at all!"

Quake straightened his head unsteadily, as if he was about to give Lin Chou a fatal blow.

"Quack! Stop! Get out!"

Sikong's voice came from outside.

A few bodyguards rushed into the house quickly, one embraced Quack's chest and the other two grabbed its wings, and directly lifted it up and walked out.

He quacked and panted, stretched his neck and twisted half of his head from the shoulder of the bodyguard Xiao Shisan. The gray duck-eyes slanted the forest in sorrow, and the two short legs kicked and kicked, all kinds of dissatisfaction.

"The surname Si, do you want to die?"

Sikong pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

"It's weird. Gaga is usually very good and never causes trouble. Why does it look like a duck every time I get to you..."

Lin Chou snorted coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly sweep the duck feathers out of the house for Lao Tzu, my mother is really unlucky."

Sikong muttered, "Stingy, like a duck, Qaga is a duck, what do you always call it, but Ziyu and I still want to see you... Thirteen! Sweep the floor!"

Sun Mingyuan said with a smile,

"Hey, Master Ziyu, Master Sagong... The fate is so wonderful, maybe there is something unspeakable between your duck and your boss... Bah... unspeakable... Ahem, I mean the unknown fate What about the story?"

Lin Chou stared, the pot with the three-dimensional portrait of quack on the bottom was lifted up, and if he didn't agree with him, he would take the picture.

Sikong stared,

"Just you talk a lot! What's the story between Quack and this guy... I sue you for defamation. Believe it or not, Quack is still just a duck."

"Hahaha..."

The diners clapped the table and laughed.

Sikong was drenched in sweat due to the rush just now, and couldn't help complaining after sitting down.

"It's time to hate Chinese New Year the most every year. When it comes to night, the ground will return to the wet and cold moisture, and there will be patches of rashes on my body."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"You said it was dampness, I believe...Where did this cold come from??"

Sikong rolled his eyes, "I told you you don't understand."

Lin Chou nodded again and again, "Well, Young Master Sikong is like a beautiful flower, naturally different from ordinary people like me."

"..." Sikong held back for a long time, and muttered, "It's true, you can try it at night if you don't believe it..."

Some diners said,

"This is true. Every year in December, the little dolls who live in the alleys of the base city love the rash, which is very troublesome. When I was young, I also had it, it hurts and itchy, especially uncomfortable. of."

"There is a big temperature difference between day and night, and it is so damp, how can you not get a rash, Lord Sagong must pay attention...Your body..."

Sikong coughed twice and his face was a little pale.

"At night in these two days, it was like a cool breeze blowing from the bones to the outside. Finally, the lungs that were eating in the woods finally didn't work like that... these few days have not worked."

Lin Chou looked at him up and down, then said,

"Half crocodile dragon has one paw left, and I am going to come back to eat it another day, and eat something else today."

Zhao Ziyu chuckled.

"Brother Chou, Brother Chou, it's not easy for me to come out. My parents said they will see you in a few days... Well, what's delicious today?"

"You... Mom and Dad are coming? Well, welcome..."

Lin Chou glanced at Sikong.

"You can drink soup with this sick rice seedling, don't eat anything else, and eat half crocodile dragon meat with him in two days... Wasn't it hurt some time ago, just to make up."

Zhao Ziyu agreed again and again, scratching his head and smiling, "Hehehe..."

Lin Chou said,

"Fortunately, you happen to have something in your hand."

He took out a bottle of yellow-green grease from the kitchen.

Sikong took it and looked at it over and over again, "What is this stuff? Fragrant oil?"

"Last time I found some wild pepper on the mountain. I picked some green pepper seeds and branches. When I was boring a few days ago, I used mountain ginger seeds and soaked some mountain pepper oil."

Sikong let out a cry, puzzled.

Open the mouth of the bottle and rinse your nose,

"Oh damn it! What the hell... Ahee, Ahee!!"

With a shake of his hand, Lin Chou almost threw the bottle out. Lin Chou laughed and snatched the bottle, "Why, isn't it delicious?"

Sikong's tears and nose rushed,

"What the hell, my goodness... it can kill people..."

The moment Sikong opened the lid, almost everyone in the room could smell the pungent smell and couldn't help blowing his nose.

Old Wang touched his chest strangely,

"It feels hot in my chest and lungs when I smell it... But Young Master Sagong can stand the smell? No cough?"

Sikong was wiping tears next to him, and he was taken aback when he heard it, "Yes, why didn't you cough... It's weird..."

Lin Chou smiled,

"You don't know this. It is said that in ancient times there were chestnuts that were smoked with branches and leaves of mountain pepper to treat tuberculosis. It is not known whether it is useful or not, but it is certain that this thing is active in dispelling wind, cold, and strengthening tendons It’s very good. If you say you’re lucky, wait, I’ll cook."

Sikong sat in a chair rubbing his chest,

"Really, the warmth in the lungs feels a lot more comfortable... Is it really useful for my disease..."

Zhao Ziyu laughed,

"Sagong, you can smell it again...or just take a sip to know if it's useful?"

Si Bai gave him a glance, his eyes were red like rabbits, "It's easier for you to kill me directly."

...

The dishes that Lin Chou is cooking are actually soups, sanhe soups.

According to legend, this soup follows the Miao custom, and the Miao people are one of the important parts of the Meishan barbarians. One day, an old man wandered to the Hengyang mountain village and met the mountain people slaughtering the old cattle. Many people were watching, suddenly a mountain people Foaming at the mouth fell to the ground, everyone was horrified. The old man stepped forward and ordered the mountain people to take a bowl of beef blood, one slice of beef and tripe, add three red peppers, boil it and drink quickly. The patient immediately wakes up from sweating and refreshes Shuang, when everyone wanted to find the old man’s fairy tale, the old man disappeared into the vast Hengyang rock with auspicious clouds.

A more pragmatic story is that Zeng Guofan, an important minister in the late Qing Dynasty, once gave the name Sanhe Tang as "Overlord Tang" to reward the Hunan army, who was famous for its bravery.

Because the soldiers of the Hunan Army have been living in the wild and in the lake area for a long time, they are suffering from rheumatism and their morale is low. However, after listening to the general drank this soup, the disease healed itself and the battles continued.

The Sanhe Soup has a simple method, but the selection of ingredients is very strict. It is said that the blood of the local buffalo, the thick veal leaf of the female buffalo, the tenderloin of the bull ox and the water from Zijiang well are the most authentic. If not, then The taste must be very different.

It is said to do is to do. During the catastrophe, Lin Chou could not find any ingredients related to the word "local".

But the beef blood is fresh, the louver is from the cow, and the tenderloin is indeed from the bull-the source is naturally bull.

The third-tier leading cow, the second-tier strong bull.

Lin Chou sighed and thought to himself, I hope Sikong can eat this dish after it is made.

Take a bowl of fresh beef blood, add half a teaspoon of water and a pinch of salt, stir it evenly with chopsticks, and let it condense in one place almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a shiny blood tofu.

Under a certain upper limit, the more water you put in the blood tofu, the more tender it is, and the less water you put in, the stronger the blood tofu.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if you don't know how much water you put in, because the blood tofu that is condensed will naturally precipitate part of the water.

The beef louver is naturally to choose those fat and black parts, do not remove the black skin, just wash and slice.

The so-called cross-cutting of beef and sheep and vertical-cutting of pork, the tenderloin is sliced ​​into large slices and then fried with ginger and garlic slices in a frying pan, and then dried devil peppers are fried until the spicy flavor is pungent and the oil turns red.

At this time, add salt, star anise, cinnamon and anise to taste, pour in the pork bone broth and boil it. After the aroma is boiled, sliced ​​beef blood tofu and fennel.

The thick aroma of a pot of red soup quickly permeated with the numbing spiciness, especially when Lin Chou poured vinegar into it, when the sourness spread, everyone's throat was involuntarily started to swallow.

Zhao Ziyu has a bitter face,

"There is a kind of spicy name that looks spicy...Ah, the soup of the spicy hot pot last time I ate at home was not so red, it was too scary."

Sikong sniffed and said,

"It's over, I have a bad hunch, isn't this really going to cheat me?"

Two bowls of red and bright soup were brought up, and the bowls were sprinkled with chopped green onions and garlic, chopped hot peppers and a few leaves of fresh and green coriander.

"Give it to me." Lin Chou stretched out his hand.

Sikong shuddered, pretending not to know, "Ah...what? What for you?!"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes, "Do you let me help you? Don't talk nonsense!"

Sikong tremblingly held the oil bottle, at a loss.

"Ahem... Um, I'll do it myself, don't bother you... Must let it go??"

"Being shredded pork in Beijing sauce without green onions, beef noodles, and garlic, and without the sanhe soup with mountain pepper oil, there is no soul, what do you think?"

Sikong's eyes were flush with the edge of the bowl, and his hand holding the oil bottle was still trembling.

"Tick."

"Let it go!"

"Tick..."

Lin Chou held Sikong's hand and shook viciously.

"Wow."

Sikong’s tears rushed along with the pouring of mountain pepper oil,

"Enough, enough, enough... Fuck you let go, let go!!"

Lin Chou nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Zhao Ziyu who was silent, "Well, let it go by yourself, believe me, it tastes really good after you get used to it."

"Ah...ah good, okay..."

Lin Chou sat opposite Sikong, frowning,

"Drink, eat well, so that you can be physically strong, don't let down the boss's painstaking efforts."

Sikong said bitterly,

"I put the pepper three times, and the mountain pepper oil... why don't you eat it?"

Lin Chou had slight approval in his eyes, just like seeing an elementary school monk who had the courage to question his teacher, "You eat and I eat, it's the same."

Lin Chou was right. As long as the customer has eaten each dish, he can get the same effect, and if the system recognizes that it can be added to the menu, the effect will be 120%.

This dish uses leftovers and the system will definitely not beep, but the effect is definitely not bad.

"This is for bullying...I can't eat..." Sikong quickly discovered the point and tried to shame.

Lin Chou smiled slightly,

"Are you a cook or am I a cook? I have heard that there is a specialization in the art industry, I can forgive your doubts, don't talk nonsense, try it, the rash will be better tomorrow, good..."

"Pouch."

Finally someone couldn't help but laughed.

Sagong resignedly took a spoonful of soup, closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth.

"Hah... hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot... hiss hot hot..."

The hot red soup and hotter red oil seemed to turn into a thin film, covering every part of the mouth and tongue, and it seemed that fire could be emitted directly from the mouth.

As the hot feeling gradually faded, when Sikong wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the amazing acridity of the devil pepper burned in the mouth like a real flame, and the nasal cavity was quickly filled with a strange, mountain-like smell. Fragrance,

"Huh? It seems not so..."

Sikong just wanted to say something.

The hotness of devil's pepper and the pungency of mountain pepper oil seem to collide at this moment.

Dry firewood, add fuel to the fire!

Explosively sour!

Everyone's mouths gradually opened up, and they wanted to know what Master Sikong was feeling right now.

There was a pack of tears in Sikong's eyes, and his lips were red like a blooming rose, and the sheen and sheen could almost be described as delicate and charming.

Sweat gurgled from the tip of his nose and forehead on the entire face, and even the clothes on his back were quickly soaked and stuck to his body within a few seconds.

His open mouth couldn't be closed for a long time, and he seemed to be letting out a silent, heart-wrenching roar.

"Taste...not bad..."

Zhao Ziyu also sweated a little, took a sip of tea and fanned his mouth and said,

"It's really good, especially the blood tofu. It's so tender... This mountain pepper oil has a strange fragrance, but it's acceptable..."

Sikong's eyes were hollow,

"Silver shaft pump bow is fighting with you!!!"