"Uncle, see clearly, this is sesame juice, made from sesame seeds, this is onion and ginger sour... In short, it depends on your own taste..."
"Uncle, let me tell you, this is used as a dipping sauce. Every time you add a seasoning, it has a different taste. Just like life, every principle..."
"Well, coriander, this is an indispensable choice, higher than life..."
Fang Jingzhi carefully demonstrated to Lan Yu how to make a perfect bowl of dipping sauce.
Preparing dipping sauce is also an art.
This is the experience he summed up from eating hot pot countless times in his previous life.
If you add too much chili oil, it will become spicy.
If you add too much vinegar, it will become sour easily.
Well, just like love.
Lan Yu couldn't wait any longer and was too lazy to listen to Fang Jingzhi's nonsense about life and dipping sauces, so she picked up a small bowl on her own.
"I understand, I understand, we understand!"
As soon as he turned around, Lan Yu had already prepared a bowl of sauce in his own way, and what was even more outrageous was that this guy even put stinky tofu in it.
That was the stinky tofu that he had failed to make a few days ago. Lao Wang didn't want to throw it away, so he put it there temporarily and planned to feed it to Li Dashan...
Well, for dogs!
"Hey, hey, uncle, you can't add this stuff. This is stinky tofu. Who would be a serious person to add stinky tofu to the dipping sauce? Forget it, you can do it yourself!"
Sapphire's face was sarcastic and she spoke harshly.
"Who stipulates that stinky tofu can't be used as dipping sauce? I just love this one, okay!"
"Okay, okay, as long as you are willing, feel free to add me!"
Regarding Lan Yu's unique hobby, Fang Jingzhi could only express it casually.
It's like whether tofu is sweet or salty, there is never a fixed answer.
But Laoshan Cola must be the best in the universe!
A hundred generations, delicious, not even a foot!
While Lan Yu was still studying the dipping sauce, Fang Jingzhi went to his bedroom and moved a jar of bamboo leaf greens made by himself from under the bed.
Today, the Ming Dynasty already has distilled liquor. Fortunately, it is still in version 1.0. Unlike later generations, it has various flavors of sauce, light fragrance, sesame...
As for how various fragrances are made, Fang Jingzhi doesn't know what's going on.
But fortunately, he is also a good drinker. In his spare time in his previous life, he also thought about how to make a new flavor and make a fortune. He planned to teach the liquor industry a good lesson, and Maozi will live a long life. I It’s no problem to strengthen the kidneys and strengthen the body!
But the result was not very good. Before he could design a packaging bag that could hold three pieces of huazi and four dozen yuanzi, the winery was closed down.
If he hadn't been a fast runner, he would have caused trouble to the country just like his classmates.
But what was unexpected was that when he came to Ming Dynasty, he actually developed a new wine.
Changing the tools for distilling wine to clean bamboo, the distilled wine still has a faint fragrance of bamboo when you drink it, giving it a unique flavor.
I found two cups and came back. Ignoring the blue jade, tofu, green vegetables and duck blood, which were still studying dipping ingredients, I threw them all into the pot. The soup rolled around and changed color.
Smelling the rich and delicious fragrance in the air, Lan Yu couldn't help but swallow her saliva when she came back with the dipping sauce.
General Lan, who still didn't understand the difference between this hot pot and the random cooking in the army, warned himself to be steady.
But don't lose your identity like you just did with the dipping sauce.
That's right, the dipping sauce with stinky tofu has been thrown into the yard next door by Lan Yu.
He's already tried it.
That smell!
How wonderful!
"You can eat it, but mutton tastes the most delicate."
"one two three!"
Fang Jingzhi picked up a piece of mutton, put it into the pot, counted down to three, and quickly took the mutton out of the pot.
Gently shake the soup on top, roll it in the dipping sauce, and then put it in your mouth.
Tender, juicy and full of flavor.
Lan Yu was already impatient. As a native of the Ming Dynasty, he had never seen the charm of hot pot.
As soon as I saw that Fang Jingzhi had already made a sample, I immediately started using the chopsticks.
The clear soup is good, and the dogwood soup is also good.
Not bad, not bad... what a hammer!
"I'm talking about you, hey..."
Forget it, I’m too lazy to say it.
Fang Jingzhi looked at Lan Yu who was crazily stuffing food into his mouth with a look that was like a country bumpkin.
Lao Wang always habitually bought more mutton, which weighed about seven or eight kilograms. However, after being inhaled by the storm of blue jade just now, it can be seen with the naked eye that more than half of the mutton has gone. This guy is a pure carnivore, and he is still a pure carnivore. Before counting to two, the mutton went into his mouth. Fang Jingzhi was stunned but didn't snatch it away from him. Most of the mutton went into his stomach, but the vegetables didn't move at all.
"I have never eaten such delicious food in my life. It's really like that, that, back, back that."
"Endless aftertaste..." Fang Jingzhi said speechlessly.
"Yes, endless aftertaste. I just wanted to say this. You don't need to remind me!" Having exposed his uneducated side, General Lan felt that he had lost face.
"Boy, why don't we build a restaurant and make this, this hot pot!" Seeing that all the meat in the pot had been eaten, General Lan pretended to scoop up the vegetables in the pot and chewed them loudly.
Restaurant, forget it!
As we all know, if you don’t have the ability to turn a mouse into a duck, how can you open a restaurant?
Fortunately, Fang Jingzhi really has it.
So, he planned to go it alone.
"It's boring to just eat without drinking. I'm here to give you a taste of my Bamboo Leaf Green, a peerless wine that even the emperor has never tasted. Oops..."
Deliberately not picking up Lan Yu's topic, Fang Jingzhi picked up the wine jar at his feet with one hand and accidentally touched the blood stains on his back. His body stiffened and he let out an ouch.
"What's up, nephew!" Lan Yu turned her head and looked at Fang Jingzhi suspiciously.
"I'm having a cramp, I'm having a cramp!" Fang Jingzhi twisted his back and then lifted the wine jar to the table.
Cramped?
Do you think that I am a fool?
Lan Yu bared her teeth in dissatisfaction, this bastard still regarded herself as an outsider!
As a warrior on the battlefield, he has experienced countless battles, large and small. How could General Lan not be able to tell whether it was a cramp or an injury?
With just one glance, Lan Yu could tell that Fang Jingzhi's back was injured, and pulled Fang Jingzhi over. With a little force of her hands, there was a stabbing sound, and her clothes tore, exposing her back.
On the back, which is not strong but very strong, a purple-black centipede-like stick mark suddenly appears.
Fang Jingzhi exclaimed and subconsciously covered her chest with her hands.
What, what is this, does it expose demand?
Then tell me nicely, don't tear my clothes off, they are quite expensive!
Only in this day and age did Fang Jingzhi understand the value of a piece of clothing.
Don't think why ancient heroes like to take off their clothes before fighting. It's not because they have exhibitionism, it's simply because it's too expensive to make a piece of clothing.
And all good men, as we all know, are poor.
"What are you covering up? I'm behind you and can't see you. I'm not a girl. Why are you so shy?"
It's just because you are behind me that I'm afraid...
Seeing the centipede-like scar, Lan Yu's face changed slightly, and she asked solemnly: "Who was injured by this?"
"No one, I just got beaten with a stick during a group fight last night, but I didn't suffer any loss. I beat that kid stupid!"
When men fight, no matter how badly they get beaten, the other side is always the one who gets worse.
Since this guy doesn't want to say anything, we can only investigate on our own!
Damn it, my great nephew who dared to touch our Lan Yu has eaten Wolf Heart and Dog Feung Soup!
"There is no good treatment for this kind of stick injury. It needs to be rubbed away. My uncle's hand is a bit strong, please bear with it!" Lan Yu said, pressing his generous palm onto the stick mark and applying a little force.
"Oh, I am Cao~~~"
Fang Jingzhi screamed miserably, her pupils shrank, and she subconsciously tried to struggle, but was controlled by Lan Yu.
"Don't move!" Lan Yu's voice, as steady as an old dog's, came from behind: "Don't be ungrateful. If others want me to take action, I'm not qualified to do it. See if I urinate and rejuvenate, I'll rub it for you, and I'll be fine after some sleep." , if it had been anyone else, you would have been in pain for at least two or three days!"
NMGB, piss on your uncle’s hand, illiterate.
Fang Jingzhi cursed inwardly, feeling so painful that it was difficult to breathe.
But soon, he discovered something was wrong.
Lan Yu's hand seemed to have magic power. It was obviously painful, but there seemed to be a stream of heat in the palm of his hand. When he pressed it on the scar, it felt warm and comfortable~
Well, what's going on?
Is it possible?
Does this young master also have sex-shaking attributes?
