Mr. Storyteller is not jealous either. After so many years of skill, he will not interrupt his order because of the urging of the guests.

"Don't worry, this guest, listen to the little second child tell you slowly."

"Let's talk about the three idiots of the rivers and lakes today,

People say that there are two idiots in the rivers and lakes, food idiots and medical idiots. ”

"This food idiot is said to be a big fat man. Calling himself Hao Dunan, he has good cooking skills that he has made decisions single-handedly. It is said that he was also apprenticed to the imperial chef. The craft did not belong to his master. ”

"Old man, according to what you say, this Hao Danan is just a good cook, how can he be called a food idiot?"

"That's what we're going to talk about next, this food addict has good cooking skills, and his lifelong wish is to be able to make different food, in order to make good food, this is heaven and earth to travel all over the country. The desert in the northwest, the archipelago in the South China Sea, the mountains and forests in the north, and the streets and alleys full of people, are left everywhere, the footsteps of the food addict. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, think about it, are all the desert deep-sea forests so easy to enter? If you don't have any solid kung fu in your hands. He is afraid that he has died in an unknown place a long time ago, and he is still in the Qunfang Building in Huaizhou, Jiangnan. Putting on your own cherished feast? And the maniac's craft is truly wonderful. Because it is a strong martial arts to eat, you can come and go freely in those vicious places. Therefore, the ingredients used to cook the dishes are the freshest. The food is also very delicious, and those who have eaten it say that this crazy meal is much better than the previous inner courtyard of the palace. Every year, in order to snatch the food addict banquet, they spend a lot of money to beg for it, and even break their heads to participate, and the time of the food addict's banquet is never accurate, but the mood of eating usually has to meet the time of good materials. It may be the small courtyard in the countryside, the lonely mountain in the desert, or the high-rise tavern, it is a lot of gluttons, running around all over the world behind the ass of the food idiot, all in order to taste that bite of freshness! ”

"If that's what you say, old man. Is this idiot's dish really so strange and delicious? A big man, putting down the wine in the bowl, asked with a loud smile.

"That's it! Is it better than the food in those high-gate compounds? Sitting next to the big man was a delicate scholar, but he was also a bold man compared to the tone of his voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the people in the Gaomen compound eat no matter how good they are. The ingredients were also brought in from afar. But they all said that it was sent quickly, and the time delayed along the way, but there was that the on-site slaughter, and the collected ingredients were fresh? The storyteller sitting in the hall touched his beard and answered the following questions with a smile.

"You old man said, what about so many dishes that need to be pickled? Aren't all those bacon or something delicious? ”

"Well, the little old man also likes to eat some bacon and sausages or something. But after thinking about it, I was fortunate enough to go to a dinner party for food addicts, and that taste...... "Mr. Storyteller touched his goatee and smiled without saying anything.

"Good old man, when it comes to the most exciting part, you just stopped to whet people's appetites, but it's bad enough." The scholars in the hall saw that the storyteller stopped, and laughed and scolded,

"Oh, please forgive me, little old man, this is also to beg for food." The storyteller was not afraid of these people's complaints, and talked with a smile.

"Okay, my lord has given enough money today! Catch it and talk about it next, don't hang people's appetites! As he spoke, a full amount of silver was thrown from below to the storyteller's table.

The storyteller hurriedly picked it up, put it in his hand and weighed it, it was indeed enough to measure this small piece of silver for more than one or two, enough for him to live for a while.

I saw that I met a rich man today.

"Thank you, little old man, let's tell me a good story about what happened to little old man at that time." The storyteller straightened his face and patted the ruler.

"At that time, the little old man was not what this little old man looked like, it was more than ten years ago. In the hometown of the little old man, in a small mountain village. The small mountain village in Xiao Lao'er's hometown has no other characteristics, but it is backed by a big green mountain. There is also a kind of mushroom that is a specialty in the mountain, which has never been found anywhere else. ”

"Then the location of your home is not bad!"

"The environment at home is really good, and the location is good, but everyone also knows that since this is backed by the mountain, the mountain will naturally have a tiger king. Therefore, although there are mushrooms in the mountains, there are not many people who really dare to go up to the mountains to pick, and it can only be said that there are more than ten people and three or five people in the rainy season. Groups of people picked at the foot of the mountain, and the real mountain treasures in the mountain have never been tasted. ”

"In that case, you won't be able to find any good ingredients there! And how old was that food idiot more than ten years ago! "Some people below feel disappointed, and they are all busy sighing and fighting.

"At that time, we did think that we didn't have any ingredients to eat, but who knew that after that, when we went up the mountain, we did bring down a kind of excellent mountain treasure. Who knew that he made a mushroom chicken with this mountain treasure, and as soon as the dish was ready, the moment the lid of the pot was lifted! Our whole village smells like that. ”

"Coincidentally, the food addict happened to live in my house at that time, and Xiao Lao'er was fortunate to taste a little, the chicken was smooth and tender, the entrance was juicy, and when I bit it lightly, the juice flowed out between the lips. This flow out, the freshness and aroma of the dish are in the tongue and mouth. It exploded, and the whole head was full of that smell. Take another bite of the mushroom, the shape of the mushroom is extremely beautiful. It's like a girl's skirt. It really has a holehole like a fishing net. It is white when it comes out of the pan and is boiled with chicken. ”

"Dyed with an extremely strong yellow color, I can't help but drool just by looking at it, and the mushroom is bubbling with a faint heat as soon as it enters my mouth. Before I can chew, the feeling on the tip of my tongue is one word: tender! Is it as if you can swallow half of your tongue? It's as if you can slide straight down your tongue. But with a bite! It's a completely different feeling than I imagined. ”

"It's a special crunch on the bite. Crispy and refreshing, it squeaks when eaten, and absorbs enough chicken juice, the umami of chicken juice and the umami of mushrooms are combined, and it is the kind that can make people eat their tongues. ”

"Little Er, serve a plate of stewed chicken to Lao Tzu." The storyteller above is still talking.

There was already a big man below who couldn't sit still and slapped the table and asked Xiao Er to serve him food. Listening to this little old man, Lao Tzu's saliva is direct! How could he be so lucky to eat the food cooked by the food idiot! I'm hungry for Lao Tzu. ’