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A room full of animals of all sizes, even if someone cleans them from time to time, doesn't taste good

Therefore, Old Man Tao didn't plan to stay here for long, so he pulled Zhang Jin straight through the cages containing all kinds of birds, and came to a cage with four or five craggy thin sheep to stand still.

After pointing to a few sheep in the cage, Old Man Tao couldn't help frowning and asked:

"Look, can you only use these few? If it doesn't work, I'll find a way! ”

Although the skeleton of the four or five sheep in the cage is not small, but they are not only dirty, but also look very thin, and they are eager to fall eight of them with a blow, as if they were crumbling.

Judging by the sharp horns on their heads and the twisted incisors that their grins are exposed, and judging by the dragon bell jiashi, which they can barely stand on, these sheep are all old sheep. And it's the kind of aging that even if you don't encounter a butcher's knife, you can't live for a few days.

In the eyes of Old Man Tao, even if this kind of sheep is killed, it is directly incinerated material, and it cannot be eaten at all, and it cannot be imported at all. Therefore, for the old man Tao, who has never guessed Zhang Jin's requirements, he can't help but ask.

However, in the eyes of Old Man Tao, these unusable old goats are quite satisfactory in Zhang Jin's view.

After looking at it a few times, Zhang Jin nodded to Old Man Tao with a smile and said:

"That's right, that's what I want. Shepherd, ungelding, not sick, at least three years as a sheep breeder. ”

Old Man Tao, who was originally a little embarrassed because the ingredients he found were not good, couldn't help but stare at a pair of old eyes after finding out that Zhang Jin didn't seem to be a fake approve. Zhang Jin, who looked at him in disbelief, looked back at these old sheep who were about to move and were miserable, and couldn't help but ask in surprise with a sharp voice:

"Is it really this kind of sheep? You can't eat this kind of sheep at all!

Shepherd-raised sheep are already more smelly than captive sheep, and goat meat is more fat than sheep meat, old sheep are more fat than lambs, and young sheep are more fat than ewes, and rams are more fat than ewes.

The sheep you want is simply the most smelly.

Not to mention that this sheep is already old, the meat will not be boiled and bitten, and even if it bites, no one can stand the smell. Let me tell you, this level of smell is unbearable even for Mongolian and Tibetan herdsmen who are accustomed to it! If you press down hard with spices like star anise, pepper, etc., the soup will be full of spices, and no one will drink that kind of thing. ”

Old Man Tao's rhetorical question, which was comparable to that of a tenor, couldn't wait to stare away from the expression of his eyes, and in the end, he only got Zhang Jin a mysterious smile and a pretended profound explanation:

"Huh? The most fat? I'll be honest with you, all I want is the smell of it! And the more fat, the better! If not, I don't want it! As for the problem that you always said that the meat can't be bitten? It doesn't matter, if you can't bite it, we just don't bite! Can't you eat meat, can't you drink soup yet? ”

I was satisfied with a few old sheep, and under the leadership of Old Man Tao, I saw other weird ingredients that Zhang Jin asked Old Man Tao to also understand. I went to the kitchenware warehouse of the Beijing branch of the "Imperial Dining Room" and picked a large vat with a diameter of one meter and a half and a height of one meter and a half, which is usually used to make century-old soup. Zhang Jin's preliminary preparation work has been completed. …,

After everything was ready, Zhang Jin took these household goods and entered an independent small kitchen specially vacated for him by Old Man Tao to start processing the ingredients.

Old Man Tao also said hello and turned to leave.

Although the old man Tao was a little confused by Zhang Jin's alternative selection of ingredients, although the old man was very curious about what Zhang Jin wanted to make with these inedible things. However, the old man understands that the broom is self-cherishing, the unspoken rule of the industry in China since ancient times.

This is not like when he tried sour pepper fish with the master and apprentice of the Beijing School, this home-cooked dish, Zhang Jin used these strange ingredients to obviously make a unique delicacy.

This is a secret recipe and secret, just like the Coca-Cola Company, which will not announce the recipe of Coca-Cola, just like Quanjude, will not announce the secret method of roast duck, just like Donglai Shun, and will not announce the ingredients of the soup base......

Since ancient times, the handicraft inheritance in China has been passed from master to apprentice, father to son, and there are even many sayings similar to passing on the son but not the daughter.

Therefore, Old Man Tao knew that when Zhang Jin used these strange things to make this dish, he was naturally not suitable to observe from the side.

More than an hour later, when it was almost noon, Zhang Jin finally walked out of the independent kitchen, and found this dedicated old man on the stove of Mr. Tao tomorrow, and after pulling him over, he said with a flattering smile:

"Old man Tao, my preliminary work has been completed, and now I have boiled that vat on the fire. Supposedly, I should have been watching the fire, watching the pot.

But unfortunately, I still have something to do in the afternoon, so I definitely don't have time to keep watch here. See if you can do me a favor and find a guy to help me look at it. Nothing else, my fire is very small, and if I have a full tank of water to boil, I will definitely be able to catch up before the water boils in the middle of the night, and I will not delay the next thing to continue cutting.

You always find someone to help me take a look from time to time, don't let the fire go out, and don't let the fire burn too big. ”

Looking at the smiling kid in front of him, Old Man Tao was a little helpless. This Xiaozai obviously didn't regard this kitchen industry and event as a big event, and he was still deserting at this time.

But there was no way, since Zhang Jin had already said so, Old Man Tao couldn't be unkind, so he could only nod and agree. I didn't forget to tell me:

"Xiao Zhang, let me find someone to help you watch the fire, this is naturally no problem, but you also have to watch for some time, don't take this inappropriate thing here, delay it!"

"Okay, I promise, there will be no delay, only in advance, not later!"

Seeing that the old man agreed, Zhang Jin immediately patted his chest and promised, and then smiled and participated in the competition tomorrow... At this time, the chefs, who were each busy on their stoves, chatted for a few words, and then patted their butts and slipped away.

Seeing that when Zhang Jin left, as if he had been released from prison, Old Man Tao shook his head with a wry smile. After washing the handles, he walked to the independent kitchen where Zhang Jin set up the large vat.

Old Man Tao is very entrusted by others, loyal to people, and has the demeanor of an ancient gentleman, since he accepted Zhang Jin's commission, he will definitely do what he says.

Because Mr. Tao has been preparing for a long time, and now he has already prepared for it, and he actually has a lot of free time.

Therefore, he didn't find someone to do it for him, he simply took on the task entrusted by Zhang Jin, and every hour or half an hour, he wandered to this independent kitchen that had been locked by himself to take a look.

The first few times, Old Man Tao didn't notice anything, and it seemed that neither the fire nor the cylinder had changed. After all, such a large vat of nearly a ton of water is set on the simmer that Zhang Jin adjusted is not very heavy, let alone boiling, even if it is made hot, it is not a matter of a moment and a half. …,

But......

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, after the vat had been burned on the simmering shelf for eight or nine hours, when Mr. Tao came to this independent kitchen again after an hour, as soon as he opened the door, he almost rolled his eyes and fainted before he could step into the house.

Then, as if he had been shot, Old Man Tao staggered seven or eight steps with his legs staggered quickly. It was only after retreating to the other end of the corridor several meters away that it stopped. Then, he opened the window with his hands and feet, and lay on the edge of the bed, panting and retching for a while.

But it turned out that the water in Zhang Jin's tank was finally hot, although it was still far from the boiling point, but it had begun to emit curling steam, and every now and then lifted the lid and escaped a little.

It's just a little bit of steam that can't be seen at all, and it fills the room with smell. Moreover, the smell is so bad that it is not at all a level that normal people can bear.

It's an extremely pungent, sharp mutton smell.

This strong smell is not to mention the old man Tao, even if he is the most fond of eating mutton, the Mongolian herdsmen, Tibetan herdsmen, and Uyghur herdsmen who are in the company of this kind of taste every day can't bear it. Mr. Tao even thinks that the power of the smell may be comparable to that of the forbidden chemical weapon, mustard seed gas!

With this smell, even if you enter the torture room and use it as a torture instrument, it will not be lower than the danger level of the tiger chair and the fire brand! At least, if Old Man Tao was tied up in the torture room, with a tiger chair, a fire brand, a leather whip dipped in cold water, or a sip of this flavored soup, and asked him to choose one to be tortured, Old Man Tao would never choose Zuihou.

After taking a deep breath of the cold air outside the window for a while, Old Man Tao, who finally woke up from the violent blow, his first thought was that Xiao Zhang's soup must have been messed up! No one can get rid of this smell, and no one has the guts to get rid of it.

So, Old Man Tao hurriedly retched while dialing Zhang Jin's phone.

At this time, Zhang Jin had already picked up several dead friends and their families from Shenzhen, and when Mr. Tao called, he was putting a family banquet at home, pushing cups and changing lamps to entertain these foodies!

The phone was connected, and the old man Tao didn't care why it was so noisy, and said with a burning fire:

"Hey, Xiao Zhang? Come here, there's something wrong with your tank, and the smell of the house is full of people, and I can't wait to kill someone! What should I do? ”

Here, Zhang Jin, who was holding the phone on his shoulder, touched the bowl with Xiao Fei, and drank the bowl full of famous generals with his neck up, and then poured out the space to talk to Old Man Tao:

"Smelly? Isn't it fat? Is it so exaggerated that you can kill people as you say? [To be continued 『This text is provided by.』] If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣◥ to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. 】