So Zheng Qiu deliberately remained silent, pretending to be contemplative.

Then he said, "I have nothing to do with your Fan Sect, why do you want to stay here to help?"

Elder Si Kun was about to turn around and go to the sect master, when he heard the words of the medicine saint, he hurriedly persuaded him.

"Medicine Saint senior, don't say that, you saved Han Fufu and came to my Fan Sect as a guest, which shows that you are destined for my sect!

Busy will definitely not let the saint help in vain, I will come up with a satisfactory return, it is definitely worth the money.

Don't worry, saint, I'll go to the sect master and ask him to talk to you in detail. ”

Subsequently, Elder Si Kun instructed Han Fatzi to invite the Venerable Medicine Saint to the Sect Master Hall and wait for the Sect Master there.

In the main hall of the Fan Sect, there is a bronze tripod two feet high.

There are piles of firewood under the ding, and two chubby disciples are holding fans, sweating like rain to burn the fire.

There is no lid on the bronze tripod, and white water vapor is wafting out, and a strong smell of meat accompanied by water vapor permeates the hall of the palace.

Zheng Qiu looked around the furnishings in the hall, whether it was the tables and chairs, the vases, the flower stands, or even the thick pillars and wooden beams, all of which were glowing with a layer of oily luster.

It seems that this Dading is often used to cook meat, and this oil and water coat the hall from beginning to end.

Seeing Zheng Qiu's gaze resting on the bronze tripod, Han Fufu, who led the way, proudly introduced: "Senior, this is the superb delicacy of our Fan Sect, called Wannian Cooking.

The flames under the Dading are never extinguished, and the food inside the Dingding is never empty.

Each time, a variety of meat and hundreds of spices and herbs are added to it, and mixed with the remaining ingredients.

The taste of cooking, if you say that it is the second in the world, there is nothing that can be called the first. ”

Zheng Qiu understood what Han Da Fat Man meant, the meat cooked in this Dading was the same as the old noodles used by the master who made the dough.

Eat only one portion at a time, then mix the leftovers with the newly added ingredients.

The taste of the old ingredients and the taste of the new ingredients are integrated with each other, and every time the ingredients are put in, it is equivalent to adding a new taste to the food in Dading.

This is the superposition of taste and taste, and it is almost the same as refining pills, constantly refining food.

Han Fufu raised his hand and beckoned to the two disciples who were making the fire, asking them to scoop a spoonful of Wannian Cook for Zheng Qiu to see.

The two disciples hesitated a little, claiming that this was the best delicacy and could not be given to others without the permission of the elders or sect masters.

"This senior is a distinguished guest of our Fan Sect, the four elders have already gone to call the sect master, and the sect master will come here to talk about things with the seniors soon.

What's wrong with scooping a spoonful out, the seniors don't eat fireworks, they just take a look. ”

"This ......"

Han Fatzi is a well-known senior brother in the sect, and his words immediately persuaded the two.

A disciple brought a ladder to the edge of the bronze tripod, climbed up and scooped a spoonful of food from inside the tripod with a beautiful silver wire long-handled spoon.

Compared to the huge bronze tripod, the spoon is only the size of a peach pit, making it extremely compact.

The disciple carefully carried the spoon and handed the Ten Thousand Years Boiled to Zheng Qiu for Zheng Qiu to look at carefully.

Inside the silver spoon was a black mass, very sticky, and bubbling.

Zheng Qiu's face was a little unsightly, this color, this stickiness.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you're cooking, or the kind that has been scorched and blackened after decades of cooking.

Think about it, throw all kinds of ingredients into it and boil it, and every time you eat it, you don't get it all out.

In addition, the fire is continuous all year round, and even the hardest ingredients are boiled into a paste.

Moreover, such a large bronze tripod, baked with an ordinary flame, must be unevenly heated, and the ingredients at the bottom of the tripod will be browned and blackened.

Over the years, these charred parts are mixed with other ingredients, giving the whole Dading this strange color.

Zheng Qiu didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart: "Cooking for 10,000 years is really the same as cooking for 10,000 years, can this thing be eaten? It looks so scary!"

Han Fatzi shouted excitedly beside him, and kept asking Zheng Qiu: "Senior, how are you looking at Wannian Cooking, isn't it very good?"

Second to none in the world, right?

You smell the smell, how fragrant and attractive, and then look at the color, how connotative, this is the essence of thousands of ingredients!

Senior, you came closer and took a look......"

Zheng Qiu didn't want to touch this thing, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, this thing is very good, it deserves to be cooked for ten thousand years, your Fan Sect is really powerful." ”

At the same time, taking advantage of the opportunity to speak, he took two steps back and motioned for the disciple to pour the spoonful back.

Next to him, Han Fufu said again: "Senior, you don't know, this 10,000-year-old cooking is very particular.

The scooped food cannot be poured back again, which will spoil the taste in the big ding. ”

Then he showed a look of anticipation on his face, rubbed his hands and said to the disciple in front of him with a smile: "The predecessors don't eat fireworks and food, and they can't be poured back after ten thousand years of cooking."

Don't waste good things, just give it to me, I'll taste it on behalf of my predecessors. ”

The disciple in front of him showed a look of sudden realization and said, "It turns out that it's not the guest who wants to see Wannian Cooking, it's Senior Brother Han who you want to eat yourself!"

He actually lied to us that the sect was going to see your guests, and I wanted to tell the elders about it, so that the elders could ......."

"I didn't lie to you, the sect master and elders will really come later and discuss important matters with this senior in detail.

Alas, give it to me, I won't have this chance when they come!"

As he spoke, Han Fatzi snatched the silver-filamented long-handled spoon from his disciple's hand and poured the slimy black thing into his mouth.