The sun jumped out of the ground and the sky turned fish-belly white. Dolin slowly opened his eyes. At this time, he was still soaking in the barrel.
The potion in the barrel was still warm, and he knew that Jijiu was taking care of him. He looked at Jijiu who was sleeping beside him, his eyes filled with gratitude.
After a night of nourishment, Dolin not only recovered, but his body was much stronger than before.
After jumping out of the barrel, Dowling wiped his body, changed into clean training clothes, and started his daily morning exercises.
As he began to raise his hand, the bones of his body made a sound like exploding beans, and his internal energy was automatically stimulated from his Dantian and quickly spread throughout his body. This was something he had never experienced before.
Soon the first punch was over, and a lot of black impurities flowed out of the pores of his body. Dolin didn't care to continue punching him a second time...a third time...
When he finished the fifth time, except for the moving joints, the black impurities had turned into a hard carapace.
"Why are there so many impurities this time?" Dowling complained and got back into the barrel.
Soon the clear potion in the barrel turned black, like ink.
"Yesterday, I forced you to do a set of punches to strengthen your body that broke through the limits. I also took a medicinal bath for a night, so your body was stronger than before, and those fatigue and soreness were treated as your exercises. The impurities are expelled from the body." Qingjiu said as he climbed out of the barrel and put on his clothes.
Dolin jumped out of the ink-like wooden barrel in disgust. Regardless of the situation, he directly raised the cold well water on the side and put it on his head. The cold feeling instantly enveloped his whole body, and the dirt was washed away. Er Jing.
"I shouldn't box in my training clothes anymore. It's such a waste of clothes." Daolin reluctantly changed into another set of clothes, and this time he lifted two wooden barrels in each hand and went out.
You must not pour the water you have washed into your own home. There are drainage basins on the street. You can pour two buckets of water in at once and forget about it. The water will flow away automatically.
After returning home and cleaning the two wooden barrels, Dolin went to cook.
Daolin washed out two white radishes, and with the kitchen knife flying, he cut the radish into thin strips, sprinkled a handful of salt to remove the water, rinsed it with water at home, dried the water, and cut some diced mushrooms, diced sausages, and chopped green onions. Put in shredded radish.
Then add some wheat and glutinous rice flour and pour it into the shredded radish. After mixing them evenly, form a round cake and fry it in a pan until both sides are golden. The radish cake is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside and is super delicious.
Then Daolin boiled water to cook noodles again. He wanted to make another pasta with diced eggplant and meat sauce. Cut an eggplant into small dices, cut the meat into minced meat, add salt to the eggplant to kill the water for five minutes, squeeze out the water, and stir-fry the meat. After the fat is fried, add the minced ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. Add the diced eggplant and start stir-frying.
At the same time, he prepared the marinade seasoning (2 spoons of light soy sauce, 1 spoon of dark soy sauce, 1 spoon of oil consumption, 1 spoon of bean paste, 1 spoon of chicken essence, 1 spoon of sugar, 1 spoon of starch) and mixed it with half a bowl of water. Pour into the pot and stir-fry, add chopped green onion when it comes out of the pot.
A bowl of noodles per person and a plate of carrot cake. This breakfast is simply too delicious.
"What are you going to do in the next three days?" Qingjiu asked while eating noodles.
"I want to take a look at all the books on the bookshelf. Since they are there, they must not be useless." Dorian thought for a moment and replied.
"Okay, then you read the book while I meditate in the pavilion." Jijiu said with a smile.
After breakfast, Dorian dived into the ocean of books. He wanted to see if these books were placed here for display or for other purposes.
Most of the books here are about cooking, which Dolin doesn't need. He is looking for things about his great-grandfather or grandfather.
Time passed quickly, and Dorian looked through books one after another obsessively. Some books had human markings. The notes looked like they were left by his great-grandfather. He would pay special attention to places with marked insights. .
In the evening, Dorian walked out of the main room, rubbing his sore eyes. He read about twenty books in almost a day.
I have to say that it is helpful to improve my cooking skills. After all, my great-grandpa’s cooking skills are beyond comparison. What my father taught me is far behind compared to a real chef.
"Quit drinking, I'll go out for a walk, relax and relax my eyes." Dolin said as he walked towards the door.
After quitting drinking, he woke up from his trance and nodded.
Daolin walked out. Tianlai Street was a little more lively at this time. After all, it was evening, and there were many customers standing in front of some stalls.
Daolin wandered around the stalls, looking here and there. If there were items that caught his eye, he would choose to buy a few and take them back.
In front of a fried rice stall, Dolin stopped and looked at the stall owner. He was a short old man with a big nose and dull eyes, drinking wine.
"Uncle, how do you sell this fried rice?" Dolin asked curiously.
The old man with rosacea pointed to the sign in front of the stall and let Dolin read it for himself.
"Fried rice by chance, twelve taels per portion, eat it if you like it, or you'll lose it if you don't." Daolin read it out in a low voice, and then he was stunned. This is not what a business sign should be.
"Uncle, can you get business if you write like this?" Dolin asked with a smile.
"Old man, I only cook food for those who are willing to eat. For those who are unwilling to eat, they will not eat it no matter how cheap it is." The old man with rosacea said angrily.
Dolin nodded. He had to say that what the old man said made sense, but after all, when you open a business, who would have trouble with money?
"Can the price be cheaper? A portion of twelve taels of fried rice is indeed a bit expensive." Dowling bargained.
"Hmph, I won't take any money from the hungry people or the people who are about to starve to death, old man, and I won't take away any money from the rich people who want to eat." The old man with rosacea said unceremoniously.
"Then please give me a piece, I want meat and eggs." Dolin said with a smile.
"Okay, wait a minute." The old man with rosacea raised his head and took another sip of wine, then staggered to the stove.
The old man picked up the kitchen knife tremblingly. His right hand shook violently. Dolin frowned as he looked at it. How should he cut vegetables and cook like this?
The old man's next action gave the answer. The old man took a piece of fresh meat and held the kitchen knife in his right hand. The kitchen knife was shaking very hard, and it seemed that it could not be cut accurately at all.
"Hey!" There was a sound, and the kitchen knife cut through the fresh meat sharply, and a thin piece of meat was cut off. Then the old man moved more and more widely, and each piece of meat was very thin. Dolin could see clearly that the old man was cutting the meat. At this time, his hands were still trembling, but the old man accurately grasped the rhythm of cutting meat, so that each time the knife fell, he could ensure a short period of stability.
Dolin's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at this scene in disbelief.
"This old man is a master at cooking. At least, he is much better than me." Dolin thought to himself, he had to admit this fact.
