Doomsday Pavilion

The old man asked,

"This time, what do you want?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

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

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

"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 are excuses, and there is excuse."

There was a hint of pride between the eyebrows.

"I know you cooks, that's not the case. Old man, I have many varieties that disappeared after the cataclysm, 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."

"..."

I don’t seem to understand this...

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!"

Then asked again,

"It's been a long time, 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, right?

The old man rolled his eyes,

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

(Oh, why do you feel familiar?)

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

"The old man is mighty."

The old man's face is so lucky,

"Old man, my father might not have thought that in the rest of my life, I could 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."

"???"

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

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

"It happened to be a tank of meat roasted in the morning. Let's catch two more fish and let you taste the old man's craftsmanship."

Lin Chou smiled and nodded.

"Can't ask for it."

Talking to 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, so he didn't have 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 came to write the "Song Anguo Temple Great Compassion Pavilion" at the invitation of the host of Anguo Temple in Haining. 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 shakes his head every time he eats a dish, but Su Dongpo is fascinated again and again when the stewed meat is served on the table."

"When Su Shi was relegated to Huangzhou, he drank with his friends to relieve his boredom and chant poems to relieve his sorrow. If there was wine and poetry, it was natural not to have food. He could not find the jar and used the method of imitating the jar of wine to make meat for his friends. 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 passed on 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 opened his belly and scraped the scales to remove his gills.

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

Lin Chou took a look.

"can."

The old man laughed.

"I don't like it... I can't learn how your chef has spent a year or a half of a year and a half to raise a fish. Old man, my fish, I 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 raised 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, 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?"

"Of course, no problem."

The firewood in a large pot and a 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, the fragrance is fragrant.

Guanyin cuisine is also mountain leek, the leaves are wide and fragrant, the taste is lighter than 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 fish made by Uncle Tiger, which is very intimate and nostalgic.

Mr. Wu Ming took a 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 the taste."

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 father 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, this meat has some extra content. At this age, haha ​​— old man, let me tell you a little trick. The stew pot must not be washed with water. Rub it with thatch every day and wipe it clean with a towel. The meat is fragrant and it can be kept. In the tank!"

Master Shan couldn’t understand more.

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

Elder Wu frowned.

"Those who don't understand life, just cut in and eat your meat!!"