Master Shan shrugged,
"Yeah, I know where you were fucked but I don't want to tell so many people. It's quite embarrassing, isn't it?"
He Min's cheeks and neck were all bright red, and her breath was heavy.
"Haha, I won't argue with you, my words will turn into dirty mud."
"Tsk." Master Shan said with an evil smile, "You don't look very good, but your thoughts are quite beautiful. Why don't you argue with me? I will argue with you!"
A hunky body, a shiny bald head, a ferocious mouth, and pale fangs - Shan Ye's image is probably in front of this kind of literary middle-aged female who rarely even sees living corpses in the base city. This is probably the way to describe it.
Shanye's aura was like a wild boar in heat from the Black Mountains. He Min felt the urge to urinate in his pelvis, and his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Shanye clicked his tongue,
"Haha, are you scared now? What did you mean by "Xiao Xiao Xie" just now? What is Xiao Xie? I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"
"...He and I..."
Facing such a wolf-like guy, if He Min could really say something straight, Lin Chou would have to respect her as a real man.
Shen Daru had just exchanged words with He Min. At this time, even if he wanted to, he could not let the situation develop. After all, this was a situation he organized.
"Misunderstanding, Mr. Shan, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, He Min, she is stupid, He Min, she still hasn't apologized!"
"Kill me if you can!"
Huang Dashan seemed to be a different person, holding back and not taking action.
Hehehehe,
"Eat some junk food from before the cataclysm and see what you can do. Why don't you fly up to 90,000 miles with this in your mouth?"
"..."
Shen Daru's face is all green, why is this guy so venomous?
He Min suddenly said a bunch of words in a rapid tone, and Shen Daru didn't even have time to stop him.
"What do you know? The most wonderful period in the world is the ancient period before the cataclysm. Flowers, green grass and delicious food are everywhere. Knowledge is above all else. Culture is more important than anything else. At that time, everyone could read and even write. An article with beautiful handwriting. The catastrophe destroyed everything, and nothing that has been passed down can be preserved. Everything before the catastrophe is worthy of respect and cherishment. Who can make such a wonderful and beautiful article? Convenient food! Who! It’s people like you, you who have forgotten the ultimate meaning of human existence and forgotten the roots! That’s why Mingguang has become so unbearable, so...degenerate! Sooner or later, Mingguang will be destroyed by you people In the hands of someone who doesn’t even recognize his own ancestors!!”
Even Shen Daru was speechless. His thoughts and the power of faith were so damn great.
Although He Min's expression is very problematic, extreme and radical, to a certain extent, what she said is indeed true, which is also the purpose of the Ancient Literature Research Association.
Master Shan exhaled and looked at the group of middle-aged men and women in front of him who were elegant and scholarly.
"Haha, you're lucky, let's talk some sense today."
"During this period, I went to a city outside of Mingguang that you don't know."
"They have a library as big as an entire city, which completely preserves all the paper books and materials that originally belonged to a city before the catastrophe. All of them will be informed of this and allow anyone to go and see it."
Regardless of the group of people suddenly holding their breath, Mr. Shan continued,
"However, in the past two hundred years, none of them has ever come there to take a look. In fact, they all have brand-new words now. Do you know why?"
"this..."
He Min gritted his teeth, "Ignorance is simply insane!"
Master Shan looked at her,
"Nature selects the fittest to survive. This is a world where the weak eat the strong. Can you hold your book and reason with a living corpse? Can you recite a poem to a beast of several levels without being frightened? Peed your pants?”
"It's not that Mingguang abandoned those things, it's that they are no longer suitable for this world."
"You rarely even go out of the three walls of light. Do you know how to face this wilderness and the dark sea?"
"Mingguang has a population of tens of millions, how many evolvers are there? A mere one hundred thousand! Who do you think is protecting you? Haha, one hundred thousand, do you know how many living corpses there are near Mingguang? How many strange beasts are there per square kilometer in the wilderness? "
"I've heard about you, the Ancient Literature Research Society. I really can't believe that this so-called literature research society doesn't study your literature well and get your sponsorship. You are still denying evolutionaries and worshiping the king of heaven and earth? The way of Confucius and Mencius? The policy of obscuring the people?"
"We do not..."
Shan Ye said lightly,
"Shut up, I'm not done yet."
There was deathly silence, as silent as a cicada.
"In fact, almost every evolver in Mingguang knows you. We respect culture, but Base City has never been a safe house. It is just a small boat that is precarious in the wind and rain, and may sink at any time - Shen Daru, let me ask you , how much has been the growth of evolvers in the past three years?"
Shen Daru made a particularly loud "dong" sound from his throat, lowered his head and said,
"Last year, it was minus 0.9."
"The year before last, it was exactly 0.6."
"The year before last...minus two percent."
It was rare for Huang Dashan not to have a murderous expression.
"Of a hundred thousand evolved people, no more than two-thirds can fight."
"Do you know how powerful they are in the place I went to?"
"..."
"Ninety percent! A total of 400,000 is comparable to the fourth level's combat power! If they are serious and wave their hands, Mingguang will be a dead city."
"You still don't understand why Base City lets the evolved ones herd ordinary people like sheep?"
"Can..."
Huang Dashan smiled and said,
"For example, before the great catastrophe, it was often said that it doesn't matter if a man doesn't own a house. If he doesn't even have the 'capital' to buy a house, it would be a great shame and humiliation."
"The prerequisite for culture and history is that the corresponding civilization still exists - in such a world, what is the point of blindly recalling the past and immersing in the glory of the past when the future is precarious?"
"It is people who make history."
"Aren't you always curious to know why the officials of Base City have never funded your research and data collection and development of historical monuments in any form?"
"It's very simple. I can tell you that your behavior will make some senior executives of Mingguang feel that we Mingguang people have been beaten and crushed even if we have the courage to create our own history."
"There don't need to be many people who feel this way. As long as one person is here, you will definitely not get any form of support."
"And for people like you, it's not that it's meaningless, it's just that the time is not right."
Shen Daru and others were all silent, embarrassed and silent.
Xie Xun's eyes flashed, which could be described as brilliant.
Shan Ye shivered, and his shivering was dull - as if some kind of possessed existence had left him,
"Damn it, old boy, what do you think I am doing? My taste is getting heavier as I get older?"
Xie Xun looked him up and down,
"Haha, after all, he is the prince who became the queen in the legend. He looks at things from a completely different perspective... Dashan, if you had this kind of consciousness ten years ago, I'm afraid there will be a dispute among the top management of the base city. Big changes have occurred.”
Lin Chou was confused. What happened to these people recently? !
——Damn it, mother of the system, one day when Huang Dashan started to talk about reason instead of physics, he was actually able to convince people with reason?
Facing a group of stupid ancient literature society bosses, after Shan Ye finished speaking, he didn't even bother to look at them.
He just grinned and said pointedly,
"Lin Zi, make a bowl of noodles for little Xie, he's starving."
Lin Chou asked with a smile, "What noodles do you want to eat?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized that something was going to go wrong, a big problem!
"wait..."
"Hmm...I want to eat the fish soup noodles that my great-grandmother made before. It's thick and white soup. There's only soup and noodles, nothing else. Phew...it's so delicious..."
It's over, it's too late.
"drop."
"Trigger the continuous monthly task, the boss's little secret: as the chef god of the future apocalypse, you can only (bi) and (xu) make the customer's favorite food once a month. There is no limit to the ingredients. The host cannot choose the customer. , this system will be very kind and provide simple production steps.
If the customer is satisfied, he will be rewarded with +1 random attribute point, and 1 type of crop seeds can be planted in the back mountain nursery;
The customer is dissatisfied and is punished with a random attribute point -1 and a random loss of 7% of the body volume.
This month’s mandatory task foods:
Fish noodle soup.
Specified task customer:
Xie Lin.
Completion time, one business day.
The brief production steps are as follows:......"
If there was any task that Lin Chou wanted to master most, it would definitely be this task.
After the painful lesson of boiling cabbage that lasted almost a day, Lin Chou deeply hated this monthly task that was as painful as an aunt, because if he was not careful, it would become what he saw.
The reward and effort of this task are completely out of proportion!
It was like this last time, and it's even more so this time.
Whether it is Xie Lin's description or the understanding of each word in the name of the dish, as far as Lin Chou knows, there is only one type of noodle that can fit the three words "fish soup noodles" - "Dongtai fish soup noodles."
Yes, just as you have thought, it is a place name again. Dongtai, Jiangsu Province before the catastrophe, was called Yan in ancient times.
Maybe you don’t know much about Dongtai. When mentioning the name of this place, you have to mention two names.
Lin Chou whispered,
"Autumn is loud but you can hear cranes, and the sea is hazy at night and you can only see pearls."
——This is actually a poem used by Fan Wenzhenggong of Song Dynasty to describe the scenery along Dongtai.
Second, Dong Yong.
Before the catastrophe, the love legend of the seven fairies of Dongtai Dongyong was listed as a national intangible cultural heritage.
Then the third one, maybe Dongtai fish noodle soup.
As a provincial intangible cultural heritage before the catastrophe, the delicious taste of Dongtai fish soup noodles is not mentioned for the moment. The most basic standard is actually the description of the soup, "a drop of dot becomes a pearl."
Just four simple words mean extremely complicated operations.
Lin Chou resented,
"Boy, you did it on purpose."
Xie Lin looked confused, "Huh?!"
Xie Xun looked over with apologetic eyes,
"You bastard, what are you talking about? Linzi can't make it... No, I mean there are no raw materials... Eh??"
Lin Chou sighed and put a small jar in his hand on the table.
Xie Xun panicked.
"This, this can't be..."
Lin Chou rolled her eyes.
"yes."
"Gudong."
Xie Xun's saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth on the spot, and he couldn't even finish swallowing.
"Where did it come from?"
Lin Chou swept the ashes from the mouth of the palm-sized jar.
"It should have been passed down from my grandma. I don't know if it goes further up. You shouldn't be able to find these little things around here. Anyway, my dad has never found them."
Huang Dashan groaned,
"What riddles are you two playing!"
"You'll know it when you eat it..."
The preparation of fish noodle soup can be said to be simple or complex, all in one word, soup. This is also a genuine Kung Fu dish.
I went to the back mountain stream to catch a basin of fresh crucian carp that was no longer than the length of a palm and was evenly sized. I broke open the belly and took out the gills.
During this period, Mr. Gungun successfully discovered Lin Chou's unorganized and undisciplined behavior of preparing to secretly prepare supper, so a huge eye appeared at the back door of the kitchen - Mr. Gungun was staring at you.
Only the internal organs and gills of crucian carp are removed, leaving the scales intact.
Fish scales contain a lot of calcium and lecithin, which are the key to making a pot of super thick fish soup.
Then the fish eyes are pierced and fried in hot lard pan.
When frying fish, the fish eyes are very easy to explode and splash oil, but after being punctured, there will be no oil splash.
Fry the fish over a warm fire, stirring gently constantly. When the fish is fried and the bones and flesh are separated, take it out of the pot and put it in the soup pot to make soup.
The fat of a large number of broken crucian carp bones and meat emulsified the moment it met the boiling water, and the soup quickly turned into a light milky white color.
Then fry the eel bones and pork bones in an oil pan and put them into the soup pot together.
Stir the fish soup continuously with a large strainer. After six minutes, take out all the fish bones, fish meat, pork bones, and eel bones in the soup pot, put them into a clear oil pan, and stir-fry until there is no moisture left on the surface. When it turns slightly yellow, add a little rice wine to make it fresh.
This kind of frying can not only effectively remove the fishy smell, but also force out the fat in the fish bones, pork bones, and eel bones, adding flavor and richness.
Then, immerse the fried fish bones and meat in the soup again, cook for six minutes, take it out and fry again.
Repeat this step three times. During the last stir-frying, add green onions, ginger and a few shrimps, and return them to the soup pot.
After simmering and stirring for two and a half hours over low heat, the fish soup was as textured as milk. The soup was milky white with a slight cloud-like light yellow color. It adhered to the edge of the pot to create a wall-hanging effect and did not fall apart for a long time.
Lin Chou dipped his chopsticks into a drop of fish soup and dropped it on the chopping board. The drops of fish soup did not spread out like water drops, but "standing" on the board, forming a bulging hemisphere.
Lin Chou nodded, feeling relieved a little.
"Huh, I'm qualified at least."
The operation was quite ordinary, but Mr. Shan had already been fooled.
"Didn't I say Lin Zi, you have to do so many tricks when cooking? Isn't it just a fish soup..."
Lin Chou scooped out a spoonful and put it into a bowl and gave it to Master Shan.
"Smell it, taste it."
Master Shan lowered his head and sniffed, his eyes changing, and he accidentally caught Xie Xun's eyes——
"Gudong, gudong!"
A touch of grease,
"Chels."
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