The ancient Chinese people chose the capital city to pay attention to, not to mention several historical capitals, even if it is the capital of Chu, the former capital of Western Chu, there are mountains nearby, under the care of several small dragon veins, not only successfully avoided the earthquake zone, but also did not encounter major drought and flood for many years, it can be said that it is one of the most suitable treasures for human survival in China.

Fengqi Mountain and Sister Valley are the treasures of the treasures.

Zhou Dong's 'rented' dozens of acres of land at this time is already a golden yellow, from the day the spring rice was planted, except for two timely rains when necessary, until the harvest season, God obediently did not come to make trouble, standing at the edge of the field at this moment, the nose is already a piece of rice fragrance.

"Good rice seeds, how many years have I not smelled such a pure rice fragrance?"

Shang Lao went into the field like an old urchin, picked the largest ear of wheat, and then sat on the edge of the field to inspect carefully, and the small pearl-like rice grains were rubbed out by him after a few clicks, looking at the black pearl-like rice grains, he almost didn't drool directly.

At that time, Shang Lao was also a good crop, but it was the first time in his life that he saw black rice grains.

A grain of rice is black and translucent, like a pair of little girl's big eyes, faintly shining with a jewel-like luster.

Especially inside the black grains of rice, there is a trace of white light like a cloud, just like the light from a star in the depths of the universe.

"Xiao Zhou, this is the dark clouds chasing the snow?"

Shang Lao is Shang Lao, and he will not ask about the origin of this rice seed like ordinary people, after all, this is not hybrid rice, it has the value of promoting to the whole country, and the more this top rice seed is, the more it needs strong soil strength, and it is always something that the petty bourgeoisie enjoys.

However, this does not prevent the merchant from enjoying it once in a while, and the proletariat can also understand these luxury goods with a critical eye.

"Elder Shang, this is the dark clouds chasing the snow, look at this, you can harvest a large area tomorrow, you will leave the day after tomorrow anyway, I will cook a pot for you to taste tomorrow." ”

Zhou Dong laughed, Shang Lao was going to return to Beijing yesterday, and when he reached the status of an old man, no matter how much he cared about Huaxia national cuisine, it was impossible to spend too much time on it, but when he heard the news that the dark clouds were chasing snow and was about to be harvested, he postponed the trip for two days, isn't it just to taste this freshness?

"Hahaha, then we'll settle it. ”

Old Shang laughed: "When you win that old guy Cai Pinlong, I will personally pick up the wind for you in Kyoto!"

Determining such a major event as the national cuisine of China, any restaurant in China is not qualified to set the stage, Kyushu Ding Food is not successful, and Huacuiju is not successful, and the merchant has already decided to announce it to the world in the Kyoto City Hall.

In the eyes of this old man, Cai Pinlong's appearance is at most a small turmoil, and it will not affect the overall situation at all.

Obviously, he has already decided that Zhou Dong will win.

On the day that Shang Lao and Shang Qingxiong left, Zhou Dong used a small iron pot to cook most of the pot of dark clouds chasing snow for the grandfather and grandson and Hu Shenchu.

After the hustle and bustle, all the grandmasters had left yesterday, and Shi Buyu and Wugong Zhengtian also returned to Chudu, taking Zhou Aiguo, the Su brothers, Yan Yi, and Huai Liangren, who had rushed back from France with information, to form a team of chefs in the private room, ready to deal with the challenge from Cai Pinlong.

Zhou Dong stayed in Sister Valley, also to personally harvest the dark clouds and chase the snow, so as not to make the slightest mistake, but he was caught up by Shang Lao.

Eating real top-notch rice, even if it is just soy sauce and lard, is considered a tyrannical thing, it is the purest white rice, steaming on the table, with a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, a plate of cucumbers in sauce, a stack of white cut meat, and a spinach basket, which is nutritious and has a comprehensive taste, and the emperor may not be able to have such a mouthful.

The dark clouds chasing the snow is worthy of the heterogeneous rice provided by the system, after it is really cooked, it is more suitable for the eye than the raw rice that has just been threshed, only to see that there are countless black pearls piled up in the white porcelain bowl into a small hill shape, and the chopsticks are slightly turned over, there is a slight white light transmitted out, not to mention the real food, just look at a few glances are pleasing to the eye, and the appetite is opened.

After the entrance, there is a slight coolness in the hot rice, as if someone has secretly wrapped some menthol in the rice, but it is not as domineering as the taste of menthol, but it is perfectly integrated with the rice aroma, but it is not lost, the taste is just right!

Shang Lao didn't feel that it was just a bowl of dark clouds chasing snow, only to feel that this was not the food that should be in the world at all, where is this to eat rice...... He was obviously sitting at the table just now, munching on food, but it was like walking in a golden rice field, and as soon as he got out of some sweat, there was a gust of wind blowing countless ears of wheat in his face.

With his mind, he was stunned for a while before picking up the rice bowl and stuffing it into Shang Qingxiong's hand: "Go, give grandpa another bowl." ”

"Okay, but grandpa, you eat slowly, how can you eat at your age and almost catch up with me?"

Shang Qingxiong walked to the rice pot with a smile and passed by Hu Shenchu, who had just refilled the rice......

A meal of chasing snow with dark clouds, eating happily for the guests and hosts, Shang Lao laughed heartily more than once, and asked Zhou Dong with some unfinished thoughts after the meal: "Xiao Zhou, can this dark cloud chasing snow also be carried in other places?"

Zhou Dong smiled bitterly, Shang Lao really raised this question.

Let's not mention the unique water quality of Sister Valley, let's just say that the soil strength of the dozens of acres of fertile fields he is looking for is not enough to support it, and he still needs to personally attract the essence of the earth.

In this way, there is a difference between the dark clouds and snow produced by dozens of acres of land, and today I invite Shang Lao and Grandpa Hu to eat, but five of them are 'Wang Tian'!

Even if there is water quality and soil power like Sister Valley in other places, it must be made by him......

So he shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it won't work, that is, these dozens of acres of land have been carefully maintained by me, and they are also unique, so they can barely mature, and after this stubble is harvested, it will take two years to raise the land before it can be planted again." ”

"I see. ”

Shang Lao nodded, glanced at his grandson and said, "Qingxiong, when you turn around and leave, bring five hundred catties of dark clouds to chase the snow back to Kyoto."

You and Xiao Zhou are good friends, you don't need to be polite. ”

"Huh?"

Shang Qingxiong was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that grandpa is still your cow, worthy of being the older generation of XX class XX, and then he began to fight local tyrants?

Seeing off the old man and grandson of Shang, Hu Shenchu looked at Zhou Dong and smiled: "My old man has also figured it out, this place is good, and I will live here in the future."

Every morning after that, I would boil porridge and drink it with dark clouds chasing snow.

You kid won't feel distressed, will you?"

Zhou Dong smiled: "Grandpa Hu, what do you say, what is mine is yours, you can do it at will."

Besides, although the yield per mu of this dark cloud chasing snow is lower, I also have a yield of tens of thousands of catties of land in these dozens of acres, and one person can't eat it all. ”

"Hehe, even if you kid has filial piety, Grandpa Hu didn't hurt you in vain. ”

Hu Shenchu smiled: "Originally, I was a little worried that you would lose to Old Man Cai, but now I am not worried at all, just relying on this dark cloud chasing snow, you have no reason to lose."

By the way, boy, after winning the surname Cai, you will start to set the national cuisine, this is a problem, you should talk about it, which famous dish of the cuisine are you going to choose as the national dish of China?"

"Hehe, Grandpa Hu, I'm afraid that if I choose any cuisine as the national dish, other cuisines will be dissatisfied......"

Hearing Chef Hu Shen's question, Zhou Dong's heart suddenly moved, the chef god-level recipe given by the system task has not yet been opened, maybe it is a key to solving the problem of national cuisine?