The story of the old man Bai is not nutritious, it is nothing more than that he was too poor to eat when he was young, so he went up the mountain to become a Taoist priest.

As a result, he was still very talented, and at a young age, he learned advanced Taoist skills, and he was able to call the wind and rain to scatter beans into soldiers, and killed many famous evil ghosts.

Qin Fei was in a hurry to get off work, so he said: "You are so powerful, show your hand and take a look, it just so happens that I have beans here." ”

Old man Bai's face was a little embarrassed: "It's old, it's not good." ”

"And I made a mistake back then, I was cut off the Dao, please don't move the gods of the four directions, and I can't use the Dao technique. ”

Qin Fei took it over: "What is the mistake?

I thought I could make the old man Bai angry, but he smashed his mouth, and it seemed that he had a little aftertaste: "The ghost has not passed the day, but the day has passed the grave......"

I thought it was a bronze, but I didn't expect it to be a king, Qin Fei couldn't accept it.

Old man Bai then wanted to talk about the experience of the sun grave in detail, and a big black dog ran over from nowhere and snorted.

Old man Bai said to Qin Fei: "Boss Qin, thank you for talking to the little old man for so long, let's talk about it next time." ”

After paying for the meal, the old man and the big black dog disappeared into the night.

"Okay, you go slowly. Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally able to get off work.

......

At night, after Qin Fei washed up, he walked out of the spiritual pollution of the Sun Tomb, and the system clicked: "Congratulations to the host for improving and getting a chance to draw a lottery, do you want to use it?"

After working intensively for a few days at the food conference, the rave reviews were overwhelming, and it was expected that he had reached the sixth order of the Force Realm, and his physique had improved by at least three percent.

Although Qin Fei rarely has the opportunity to use force, in this troubled world, he is afraid that when he wants to use it, his cultivation will not be enough, how can it be too much.

After getting used to the power of growth, Qin Fei ordered: "Start the lottery." ”

"Ding Dong, the lottery was successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining the thirteen incense production process. ”

In the previous lottery, it was generally a method of making a certain snack, but I didn't expect that now I just got a means of making condiments.

But this can't be said to be a loss, thirteen spices have a very high status in the kitchen in China, whether it is stir-frying, steaming and cooking, adding a little thirteen spices, can play the role of the finishing touch.

Thirteen spices, as the name suggests, are made of thirteen kinds of spices, purple knock, sand kernel, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, peppercorns, large ingredients, cumin, woody, angelica, sannai, good ginger, dried ginger, etc., mixed according to a certain proportion.

It's too late today, the medicinal herb shops are closed, and I'll go buy all the materials to make it tomorrow.

With no dreams and good sleep quality, Qin Fei got up early the next day and went to the medicinal herb shop to buy enough materials.

Grind it into a fine powder and mix it in a certain proportion, and if the ratio is wrong, the thirteen spices will taste very strange.

When the smell of various spices is perfectly integrated, the quantity changes into qualitative changes, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Qin Fei added a little thirteen spices to the brine, and the overall taste of the boiled meat did not change much, but if you taste it carefully, you will find that it has a complex fragrance, which enters the stomach and intestines, and the fragrance enters the bone marrow, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

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As mentioned earlier, Yunjiang is a port city, and many passenger and cargo ships dock every day.

Today, a cargo ship carrying spices docked.

In this era, spices are not necessarily eaten, and the rich like to use spices to smear the body, or seal the sachet as an accessory, to put it bluntly, as a perfume.

Some of the finest spices are said to be even more expensive than gold.

Dock workers flocked to the front, and these spice merchants were generous and nimble, often receiving a silver reward.

Zheng Quan is a spice merchant, he belongs to the kind of half-way monk, he used to be a long-term worker in a large family, and he accidentally found that spices were very valuable, so he wondered where to get some goods.

After some drilling, Zheng Quan inquired about the source of spices, it turned out that there was a country in the Xuanwu Continent, called Tianfeng Country, which was rich in spices, and it was so cheap in the local area that it was so cheap, but once it was shipped to Tianlong Kingdom, it was worth a fortune.

So it took him a long time to find a way, and finally followed the cargo ship to the country of the wind.

From a small book to grow slowly, a few years down, but also accumulated some family funds, this time he was bold, he bought all the family money to buy spices, but unexpectedly bad luck encountered a seaspout, his goods were either tide or fell into the sea, blood lost.

Thinking about the old and the young in the family, Zheng Quan really didn't know how to face it, and thought about dying a hundred.

"Lao Zheng, don't cry and lose your face, as the so-called wealth is ruined and disaster avoided, it's good if people are fine, Yunjiang County seems to be holding a food conference, I invite you to a good meal?" A fellow businessman in silk looked a little sneering.

If he didn't understand the other party's personality, Zheng Quan might still be grateful, but this person is purely the kind of yin person who hides the knife behind the smile, this time he ran the goods, it was not good that he was jealous that Zheng Quan won the best batch of spices, and secretly made trouble, which made Zheng Quan suffer a heavy loss.

"I don't want to go. Zheng Quan didn't have a good face.

The fellow businessman smiled, invited others, and went to be chic.

Zheng Quan's jealous eyes flashed, and then he became like a frosted eggplant, and he became more and more determined to die.

However, before dying, Zheng Quan wanted to fill his stomach and not be a starving ghost.

I entered the food conference venue alone, looking for a stall to have a good meal.

If it was in the past, he could have eaten something expensive, but now he has just gone bankrupt and has little money in his pocket, so he can only pick a cheap one.

Seeing a stall selling noodle-like food, with a pot full of local meat, less than twenty yuan, Zheng Quan swallowed his saliva and entered the stall.

"What do you want?" the owner is not as greasy as others, and has the warmth of a sunny boy.

Zheng Quan pointed to the table next to him, and the shopkeeper understood: "A bowl of family portrait rice noodles, wait a minute!"

Not long after, the miso soup rice noodles piled high with meat were on the table, and the smell was fragrant, Zheng Quan's index finger moved, and he immediately devoured it.

The rice noodles are tender and refreshing, and the meat pieces are large and soft, as if there is a kind of magic, and after eating, Zheng Quan's frustration has been satisfied.

He actually adjusted his mentality, it doesn't matter if the business fails, as long as the people are still there, it's a big deal to start all over again.

At this moment, several spice merchants passed by and bumped into Zheng Quan, with a mocking expression: "Lao Zheng, why do you eat such things?"

"What do I like to eat?" Zheng Quan decided to start all over again, and he had already put aside his past achievements and was not ashamed.

Besides, this bowl of snacks called family portrait rice noodles is indeed delicious, and it is the best thing Zheng Quan has ever eaten in his life.

The spice merchants shook their heads, completely ignoring Zheng Quan, and left with a smile.

Zheng Quan snorted coldly, picked up the soup bowl and took a sip of soup again, he was too hungry in front of him, he devoured it, and he couldn't taste too much, but this time, he seemed to notice something different.

After all, as a successful spice merchant, he noticed the presence of some kind of spice in this bowl of miso soup.

Even, it is the best spice taste he has ever seen in his life!