This year is his first New Year as an awakened person.
Logically speaking, he should go to the ancestral grave of the old Lin family to see if there is any smoke coming out. If there is no smoke, he should get some incense, candles, yellow paper or something to burn it and pay homage. Of course, the premise is that there is still an ancestral grave.
Qinshan is the end of everyone's life in Mingguang. The family members can only bring out a memorial object made of burned bones. As for the others, nothing will be left, and of course there will be no tombs.
Patting the bone pendant on his chest, Lin Chou smiled.
"Hey, Brother Chou, why are you so happy?"
"Ziyu, why are you here...hey? You smell like feathers...fuck you!"
Lin Chou jumped back quickly, holding a pan in his hand and glaring with anger.
"Gah, gah!"
A duck as tall as a person flew into the sky with its feathers flying everywhere like flakes of snow, and headed straight for Lin Chou over everyone's heads.
"Bang, bang!"
The percussive sound was crisp and loud. Along with the sound, two complete quacking avatars appeared on the inferior pan in Lin Chou's hand.
Quack suffered two pots, but nothing happened except that the duck head was a little dizzy.
After all, it was a strange beast. These two pots completely aroused its anger, and its huge wings flickered, causing gusts of evil wind in the tavern.
While watching the excitement, many diners did not forget to protect the dishes on their plates.
"Oh, boss Lin, do you want extra food tonight?"
"I heard that the old duck soup is very replenishing for men too."
"One more pot, and the duck will definitely fall over. I won't be able to hold on!"
Gaga stretched out his head unsteadily, as if preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Chou.
"Quack! Stop! Get out!"
Sikong's voice came from outside.
Several bodyguards rushed into the room quickly, one hugged Gaga's chest, and the other two grabbed its wings, lifted it up and walked outside.
Panting, he stretched his neck and twisted half of his head out from the bodyguard Xiao Shisan's shoulders. He glanced sideways at Lin Chou with his bulging gray duck eyes, and kicked and kicked with his two short legs, showing all kinds of dissatisfaction and excitement.
"Sis, do you want to die?"
Sikong pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
"It's strange. Quack is usually very well-behaved and never causes trouble. Why does it seem like he has changed into a duck every time he comes to you..."
Lin Chou snorted coldly,
"Stop talking nonsense and clean up the duck feathers in the house quickly. Mother is really unlucky."
Sikong muttered, "You're so stingy. It's just a duck. Why do you keep barking at it? It's a shame that Ziyu and I still want to come and see you... Thirteen! Sweep the floor!"
Sun Mingyuan said with a smile,
"Hey, Young Master Sikong Ziyu is so good...the fate is wonderful. Maybe your duck and your boss have something to hide...bah...it's indescribable...ahem, I mean the unknown fate Where’s the story?”
Lin Chou stared. The pot with the three-dimensional portrait of Gaga on the bottom had been raised, and he was about to take a picture if he disagreed.
Sikong glared and said,
"You're the only one who talks a lot! What story will Gaga have with this guy...I'll sue you for defamation. Believe it or not, Gaga is still a virgin."
"Hahaha..."
The diners slapped the table and laughed.
Sikong was covered in sweat from running so fast. After sitting down, he couldn't help but complain,
"I hate the Chinese New Year the most every year. At night, the cold and humid moisture comes up from the ground, and I get rashes all over my body."
Lin Chou said speechlessly,
"You said it was moisture, I believe it... Where did this cold come from??"
Sikong rolled his eyes, "You don't understand even if I tell you."
Lin Chou nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, Lord Sikong is as beautiful as a flower, so he is naturally different from ordinary people like us."
"..." Sikong held it in for a long time and muttered, "It's true. If you don't believe it, try it at night..."
Some diners said,
"This is indeed true. Every year in December, the little babies living in the alleys of Base City like to get rashes. It's very troublesome. I also had it when I was a child. It hurts and itches. It's very uncomfortable. I can't eat or sleep well. of."
"The temperature difference between day and night is huge, and it's so humid. How can you not get a rash? Mr. Sikong, please be careful... your body..."
Sikong coughed twice and turned a little pale.
"At night for the past two days, it's like a cool breeze blowing out from the cracks in my bones. Finally, my lungs are not so strong after eating in the forest...it's not working anymore these days."
Lin Chou looked him up and down, and then said,
"The half-crocodile dragon has one claw left. I'm going to come over to eat it another day. Let's eat something else today."
Zhao Ziyu chuckled and said,
"Brother Chou, Brother Chou, it's not easy for me to come out. My parents also said they would come to see you in a few days... Well, what's good to eat today?"
"Are...your parents coming? Uh, welcome..."
Lin Chou glanced at Sikong,
"You drink soup with this sick man. Don't eat anything else. Come with him in two days to eat the meat of a half-crocodile dragon... Wasn't he injured some time ago? It's just a good time to recuperate."
Zhao Ziyu agreed repeatedly, scratching his head and smiling, "Hehehehe..."
Lin Chou said,
"You're lucky, you happen to have something on hand."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of yellow-green grease from the kitchen.
Sikong took it and turned it over in his hand, "What is this? Sesame oil?"
"Last time I found some wild mountain pepper in the mountains, picked some green mountain pepper seeds and branches, and when I was bored a few days ago, I mixed it with mountain ginger seeds and soaked it in some mountain pepper oil."
Sikong groaned, confused.
Open the bottle and smell it through your nose.
"Oh shit!! What the hell... Ah, Ah, Ah!!"
His hand shook and he almost threw the bottle away. Lin Chou laughed and grabbed the bottle, "How is it? Is it tasty enough?"
Sikong's eyes were filled with tears and runny nose.
"What the hell, oh my god...it can kill people..."
The moment Sikong opened the lid, almost everyone in the room could smell the extremely spicy smell and couldn't help but blow their noses.
Lao Wang touched his chest strangely,
"When I smell it, I feel a burning sensation in my chest and lungs... But Mr. Sikong can actually stand the smell? No cough?"
Sikong was wiping tears beside him and was stunned when he heard this, "Yeah, why didn't you cough...that's strange..."
Lin Chou smiled and said,
"You don't know this, right? It is said that in ancient times, some kind of mountain pepper branches and leaves were used to smoke chestnuts to treat tuberculosis. It is not known whether it is useful, but it is certain that this thing can dispel wind and cold, stimulate the muscles and activate the circulation. It's very beneficial. Otherwise, you're lucky. Wait, I'll make a dish."
Sikong sat in a chair and rubbed his chest.
"It's true, the warmth in my lungs makes me feel better...could it really be useful for my illness..."
Zhao Ziyu chuckled and said,
"Sikong, can you smell it again...or just take a sip and see if it's useful?"
Si Kong glanced at him, his eyes as red as rabbits, "It would be easier if you just kill me."
...
The dish Lin Chou is going to make is actually soup, Sanhe soup.
It is said that this soup follows the Miao custom, and the Miao people are one of the important components of the barbarians in Meishan. One day, an old man wandered to Hengyang Village and happened to meet the mountain people slaughtering an old cow. Many people were watching, and suddenly a mountain man The patient fell to the ground foaming at the mouth. Everyone was shocked. The old man stepped forward and ordered the mountain people to take a bowl of cow blood, a piece of beef and tripe, add three red peppers, boil it and drink it quickly. The patient suddenly woke up with sweat and felt refreshed. It was refreshing. When everyone was looking for the old man's magical trace, the old man disappeared into the vast Hengyang Mountain rocks on auspicious clouds.
A more pragmatic story is that Zeng Guofan, an important official in the late Qing Dynasty, once named Sanhe Soup "Bawang Soup" to reward the Hunan Army who was famous for his bravery.
Because the soldiers of the Hunan Army lived in the wilderness and lake areas for a long time, the number of rheumatism diseases increased day by day, resulting in low morale. However, after listening to the general's orders and drinking this soup regularly, the diseases healed themselves and they won successive battles.
The preparation method of Sanhe soup is simple, but the selection of materials is very strict. It is said that it must be the blood of local buffalo, the thick beef leaves of female buffalo, the tenderloin of male buffalo and water from Zijiang well to be the most authentic. If not, then The taste must be very different.
All said and done, during the catastrophe, Lin Chou couldn't find any ingredients with the word "local" in them.
However, the cow blood is fresh, the louvers are from cows, and the tenderloins are indeed from bulls. The source of the meat is naturally the bull.
The leading cow of the third level, the strong bull of the second level.
Lin Chou breathed out and thought to himself, I hope Sikong can eat this dish after it is made.
Take a bowl of fresh cow blood, add half a spoonful of water and a pinch of salt, stir it slightly with chopsticks and let it sit. It will condense in one place almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into shiny blood tofu.
Under a certain upper limit, the more water is added, the tenderer the blood tofu will be, and the less water is added, the stronger the blood tofu will be.
Of course, it doesn't matter even if you can't grasp how much water to add, because the coagulated blood tofu will naturally release part of the water.
Naturally, you should choose the thick and black parts of beef louvers. Do not remove the black skin, just wash and slice it.
The so-called cross-cutting of beef, sheep and vertical cuts of pigs is done by cutting the tenderloin into large thin slices and frying it in a pan with slices of ginger and garlic, then adding minced dried devil pepper and frying until the spicy taste 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 bring to a boil. After the aroma is cooked, cut the ox blood tofu and louver into slices.
The strong aroma of a pot of red soup filled the air with a numbing spiciness. Especially when Lin Chou added some aged vinegar, the sourness spread and caused everyone to start swallowing involuntarily.
Zhao Ziyu grimaced,
"There is a kind of spicy food that looks spicy... Oh, the last time I ate spicy hot pot at home, the soup was not so red. It was so scary."
Sikong sniffed and said,
"Damn it, I have a bad feeling. Is this guy really trying to trick me?"
Two bowls of bright red soup were served, and the bowls were thoughtfully sprinkled with minced onion, garlic, minced roasted peppers and a few leaves of fresh and green coriander.
"Give it to me." Lin Chou stretched out his hand and said.
Sikong trembled and pretended not to know, "Ah...what? What can I give you?!"
Lin Chou rolled his eyes, "Are you going to release it yourself or should I help you? Stop talking nonsense!"
Sikong held the oil bottle tremblingly, at a loss.
"Ahem... Well, I'll do it myself, I won't bother you... Do you have to let it go??"
"Shredded pork with Beijing sauce, no green onions, no beef noodles, no garlic, and Sanhe soup without mountain pepper oil would have no soul, what do you think?"
Sikong's eyes were level with the edge of the bowl, and the hand holding the oil bottle was still shaking a little.
"Tick tock."
"Put it back!"
"Tick tock..."
Lin Chou held down Sikong's hand and shook it fiercely.
"Wow."
Sikong's tears followed the pouring of mountain pepper oil as his horse galloped forward.
"Enough, enough, enough...fuck you, let go, let go!!"
Lin Chou nodded with satisfaction and looked at the silent Zhao Ziyu, "Well, you can do it yourself. Trust me, it will taste really good after you get used to it."
"Ah...ah, okay, okay..."
Lin Chou sat opposite Sikong and frowned.
"Drink and eat. It tastes good and you will feel better. Don't let this boss's hard work disappoint you."
Sikong said bitterly,
"I added chili pepper three times and mountain pepper oil...why don't you eat it?"
There was slight approval in Lin Chou's eyes, like seeing a young monk who dared to question the teacher, "You eat and I eat, it's the same."
Lin Chou was indeed right. As long as the customer has eaten each dish, he can get the same effect, and if the system recognizes the dish as being able to be added to the menu, the effect will be 120%.
This dish uses leftovers, so the system will definitely not beep, but the effect will definitely be good.
"This is for beating a bull... I can't eat it..." Sikong quickly discovered the point and tried to cheat.
Lin Chou smiled slightly,
"Are you a cook or am I a cook? I heard that there are different professions and specializations. I can forgive you for questioning. Don't talk nonsense. Give it a try. The rash will be cured tomorrow. Be good..."
"Pfft."
Finally someone couldn't help laughing.
Sikong resignedly scooped up a spoonful of soup, closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth.
"Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."
The scalding red soup and the even hotter red oil seemed to turn into a thin film, covering every part of the mouth, lips and tongue, and fire seemed to be erupting directly from the mouth.
As the hot feeling gradually faded away, when Sikong wanted to take a breath of relief, the astonishing spiciness of the devil pepper burned in his mouth again like a real flame, and his nasal cavity was quickly filled with a strange, mountain-like scent. Fragrance,
"Huh? It seems not so..."
Sikong just wanted to say something.
The spiciness of the devil's pepper and the spiciness of mountain pepper oil seem to have collided just now.
, adding fuel to the fire!
Explosive sourness!
Everyone's mouths gradually opened wide, wanting to know how Mr. Sikong felt now.
There were tears in Sikong's eyes, and his lips were as red as blooming roses. They were so shiny that they could be described as charming.
Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, forehead, and entire face, and even the clothes on his back quickly soaked and stuck to his body in a matter of seconds.
His open mouth could not be closed for a long time, as if he was letting out a silent, heart-wrenching roar.
"Tastes...not bad..."
Zhao Ziyu also sweated a little, took a sip of tea, fanned his mouth and said,
"It's really good, especially the blood tofu, so tender... This mountain pepper oil has a strange aroma, but it's acceptable..."
Sikong’s eyes were empty,
"The Yinlu Pump Bow is going to fight with you!!!"
