Dalton sat down in his custom-built luxury car and drove towards the Shischel airport, which was spacious but still filled most of his seats.

He was pleasantly surprised by the harvest of this trip to Zhixue City, and he had to sigh that the Chinese saying "good people have good rewards" is really right.

Hao Xian's father had a great kindness to Dalton, but Dalton met him somewhere, not in his hometown. Dalton later spent a lot of effort to find Hao Xian's father to repay his kindness, but he didn't expect that when he finally got a clue, the other party was no longer there.

So he actually came over this time to see if there was any place to help his benefactor's child, but out of curiosity, he got a bit of his father's true inheritance of Hao Xian's cooking skills, and deliberately did not reveal his identity, wanting to secretly observe the most real state of the hometown pavilion.

As a result, I actually ate high-quality roast goose, and even had a full meal of fish skin corners!

It was a complete bonus!

Since Boss Hao's children are so promising, what he needs to do is not superficial financial assistance, but to provide opportunities for Hao Xian to stand on a higher stage!

"There's a lot to watch at this year's Street Food Championships." Dalton squinted and smiled.

He didn't notice that Huang Sisi was standing at the intersection of Chinatown reflected in the rearview mirror.

With one hand on her waist, she was looking at the luxury car all the way away, her lips lightly opened, and she spit out soft smoke rings.

She didn't believe that Dalton's appearance was an accident.

Xiaoxian was just planning to participate in the Street Fighter Competition, and there happened to be a passing diner who could recommend him to participate, where in the world is there such a coincidence?

If you really fall asleep, someone will send a pillow!

Huang Sisi never believed in luck, and she guessed that Dalton must have come to the Hometown Pavilion for some reason, but she happened to hear them discussing the game, so she took the opportunity to help.

But she didn't say anything, there are some things that the other party won't ask if she doesn't mention them, and if she asks, she may not be able to be friends......

……

It's night.

Hao Xian salted fish lying on the bed in his room, holding his stomach a little awkwardly.

He had the taste of burgers in his mouth and in his head.

In order to confirm whether the other burgers were also delicious, he ordered a German-style pig burger and an Italian-style Caesar burger, and Hao Xin and Hao Xin finally finished eating.

The conclusion is that both burgers are just as good.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had any hope of winning.

Everything made on the assembly line can be so delicious, how delicious should the dishes made by the chef of Walton burgers be by hand?

Gluttonous......

Judging from the reconnaissance of the enemy situation this time, it is really the same as what Dalton said - not an opponent, and the gap is very large.

Hao Xian is confident that his fish skin corner is definitely worthy of any celebrity chef, but the problem is that the fish skin corner is so complicated to make it in a street food theme competition!

Although in some places in Guangdong, you can also buy packaged fish skin corners on the side of the road and eat them while walking, but the steps of fish skin corners in street shops are obviously much simplified, and the speed of making them is faster, and the deliciousness is not up to the level of the competition.

Hao Xian slapped his face hard, turned over and jumped out of bed, and took out the sturdy clothes and various survival equipment that had been delivered by express delivery in the past few days from the cabinet.

He decided to go on a promiscuity mission.

Instead of self-doubt, it is better to take action and complete a few more tasks to enrich the dishes included in the Cookbook.

For chefs, failure isn't terrible, and who hasn't cooked something dark? No matter what you try first, if you fail once, you will know how to improve next time.

Hao Xian put on a full set of equipment, and suddenly had a sense of security, especially stroking the same tactical survival knife of Bei Ye on his waist, feeling as if Bei Ye was possessed, no matter where he crossed over, what poisonous snakes and beasts he encountered, he could calmly say "Remove the head, you can eat, chicken flavor, crunchy".

He opened the "Peng Zu Kitchen Sutra", took a deep breath, and pointed his finger at the abusive task.

In a trance, those question marks twitched and slowly turned into clear words-

【Promiscuous Quest】The origin of pot meat

Objective: Steamed pork is a legendary dish in the ice city of Harbin, and it is an indispensable delicacy on the table of people in Northeast China. However, the inheritance of the pot meat was swallowed by some evil existence, which led to the distortion of history, and the chef who created the pot meat was killed by a traitor and his hands were discarded, and the pot meat was not released and disappeared from everyone's memory. You will return to the 19th century of Beiping City, restore the distorted history, save the pot meat, and protect the inheritance of Northeast cuisine!

Reward: Unlock the Northeast Cuisine page, and the recipe includes pot wrapped meat.

"Pot-wrapped meat? This name sounds a bit strange, how do you wrap the meat in a pot......" Hao Xian whispered suspiciously, and then suddenly covered his head with wide eyes.

He recalled everything.

"Pot wrapped meat!"

He rushed to the computer, decisively closed the page of "How to open a harem in ancient times", and began to search for the words "pot wrapped meat" in whiteness.

"No...... No...... No matter how many pages you turn to, there is no trace of the existence of this dish......"

Hao Xian stared blankly at the computer screen, muttering in a trembling voice.

"That's right! Master Zheng Xinwen who created the pot wrapped meat! Search for his name! ”

Although Hao Xian once gave up learning to cook, he has always had a deep love for Chinese food culture and is familiar with the origin and allusion of each well-known dish.

Zheng Xinwen, the "ancestor of Binjiang cuisine", is a grandmaster of Harbin cuisine, who learned to cook in Prince Gong's mansion in his early years, and later opened a shop in the capital, but because he offended the big eunuch Xiao Dezhang around Cixi, the family had to leave the capital to join relatives who were officials in Harbin.

When the Harbin Daotai Mansion entertained the Russian envoys, he made a pot fried pork that suited the taste of the Russians, which was later pronounced as "pot wrapped meat" by the Russians who did not have standard Chinese, and this dish has been passed down for a hundred years and has become a dish that every Northeast person must have tasted.

"There is no ...... either"

Hao Xian's facial features were tangled together, he gave up continuing the search, walked out of the room quickly, and knocked on Hao Xin's door.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Hao Xin, who was wearing bear pajamas, opened the door and said strangely.

"Do you know the pot meat?" Hao Xian asked.

"Huh? What is that? I've never heard of ......" Hao Xin was even more inexplicable.

“…… It's okay. Under his sister's suspicious eyes, Hao Xian walked back to his room.

After closing the door, he stood there and was silent for a moment, and the scene before his eyes came to his eyes when his father took the two siblings to a friend's place to eat pot wrapped meat.

Before standing back in "Peng Zu's Kitchen Sutra", he found that the three words "pot wrapped meat" in the indiscriminate task had changed back to "??? ”。

Hao Xian's heart welled up with a sense of loss, as if he had lost something irreplaceable.

"Although I don't know what the hell is that has devoured the historical heritage of pot meat...... But Northeast cuisine is incomplete without pot-wrapped meat, and it has no soul! Even if Heaven allows, I won't allow this kind of thing! ”

Hao Xian's tone carried a rare anger.

"Cook, send me! Whether it was a hundred years ago, or two hundred years ago, I wanted to snatch the pot meat back! No one wants to take a single dish off my table! ”

As if responding to Hao Xian, "Peng Zu's Kitchen Sutra" stirred up a surging aura.

There are many hidden heavens and earths in the air distorted by the aura, there are green mountains and green waters, small bridges, desert smoke, prosperous markets, rivers entering the sea, golden iron horses, sun, moon and stars, and flowers in the four seasons...... The square world shrinks into lines, turns into Taiji, into two instruments, into three talents, into four images, into five elements, into Liuhe, into seven stars, into eight trigrams, into nine palaces, into ten directions, layer upon layer in front of Hao Xian unfolding, staggering, rotating, cutting, colliding, eliminating, flashing...... Finally, it collapsed into a lump of balls.

The circular border is a light mist that flickers on and off, and the closer you get to the medium, the darker and more chaotic the color becomes, like a magic cave connecting to the other world.

Hao Xian felt a powerful suction, pulling him into the chaotic wheel of time and space-

……

When the endless darkness disappeared and he was finally able to see again, Hao Xian was in front of him a scene often seen in Qing court dramas.

Pedestrians on the road shaved their hair and braided their heads.

The vendor shouted loudly, rouge ayara.

The street restaurants are full of seats, drinking and listening to music.

Space-time transformation. Here it is, 1875, Beijing.