A peerless recipe, but a dark dish? ”

Gongsun Meng was shocked, could it be that the situation of this fried dumpling city, they had fallen into a misunderstanding in thinking from the beginning?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it became.

The few people at the table finished flipping through the recipe, all frowning and not smiling.

Looking at the charred black greens, semi-black radish, and the bowl of rice with a black pot served by the stir-fry at home, everyone sat at the table, their faces were quite solemn.

"Why is the dish made like this when a high-priced cookbook is made?" The owner, who was sitting in the center of the table, asked with a not very good-looking face.

"Tell the head of the house, the comparison with what is written above is completely correct." The stir-fry person reported.

"It's true that there is no error, but I have always thought that this black is too strange." The head of the house shook his head helplessly.

"Peerless good recipes are flowing from small and medium-sized families, they have also eaten like this over the years, their strength is getting stronger day by day, the gold-level ones have been running all over the streets, and even the Wen family, the first family in the city, does not dare to underestimate the strength of the middle family."

"We shouldn't be skeptical, we shouldn't be questioning, look at the food taken out of the city, and the production is the same."

"Maybe the Wen family itself is like this."

"Wen Ruodi's stupid fool, just disappear for a while, and let the family make the whole city empty, and now other small and medium-sized families want to join forces to force the palace, I'm afraid the Wen family will plant it this time."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's dangerous to spread it, the power of the Wen family is still quite big."

"It's just saying it at home, and it won't get out, you're too worried."

Knock knock!

The head of the house picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the table, and then said: "Those black chefs, their whole bodies are black, and it is they who cook like this, so I wonder whether this cookbook is right or wrong." ”

"A few years ago, when the chef was still around, the food wasn't dark." The stir-fry did not have a clear conscience, but instead spoke his true memory.

"By the way, it's better to eat black than colorful?" The head of the family ate the burnt food for a long time, and his appetite became worse and worse.

"But the best recipe says that when it comes to ingredients, mortals usually make a mistake." The stir-fry refers to the contents of the recipe.

The head of the family raised his eyebrows and asked, "What mistake?" ”

"Not familiar." The stir-fry man said seriously.

"It makes sense, it's still safe to eat like this." After thinking about it for a few seconds, the head of the house still nodded and began to move his chopsticks.

The other people in the villa also began to eat with chopsticks.

Gongsun Meng couldn't accept such a scene, so he quickly flashed away from the scene and moved to the next family to watch.

As expected, the next family is also eating snacks made from a peerless recipe.

Yes, what this family has in their hands is actually a snack chapter of a peerless recipe!

"There's still a recipe for this!?"

Gongsun Meng was stunned, she felt that her three views of food were about to be refreshed by this wonderful fried dumpling city!

The family was also holding a swarthy snack and nibbling briskly.

It's disgusting to see.

And there is also a very important sentence in their recipe, uncooked.

After a while, she took out another peerless cookbook from an unoccupied family, and picked it up and read it carefully when she was sure that there was no one around.

In the recipe, a lot of ideas are mentioned.

If it is not cooked, the energy of the ingredients will not be able to be used to the extreme.

If you are not cooked, what you eat will carry a little bit of rawness, just like primitive people.

Uncooked, half-cooked, nothing can be accomplished, the dish is not a dish, and the appetite is not saved.

It's not cooked, it's healthier to drink nutrient solution, and it's healthier to eat real air conditioning bags, but are those foods?

Uncooked, whole raw vegetable food, Ru Mao drinks blood, why bother.

If it is cooked, it has to be black, burned until it is black, and the ingredients are transformed!

"Ahem, ahem!"

Gongsun Meng saw this strange concept propaganda, and she was choked by these words, and she wanted to tear up this cookbook on the spot, but decided to put it away first and go back to Leng Mo for identification.

In a certain corner of the fried dumpling city, Nangong Yu was walking a completely different action.

In the half-closed bar, she sat at the bar, her eyes fixed on the bartender: "Your boss ran away?" So this shop has become yours? But why would you choose to close your stall today? Dodging my inquiry? ”

"I'm a foreigner, you're also a foreigner, Fried Dumpling City is weakening, I have no choice." The bartender sighed.

"You have a choice, use your best to save the city." Nangong Yu persuaded him.

"My full strength? Hehe. The bartender sealed the bottles of wine, leaving only a bottle of commemorative wine left by the boss, he opened the bottle of wine, poured two glasses, handed a glass to Nangong Yu and said: "At the beginning, each of us thought like this, but without the strength of the glass level, we will be crushed to death by small and medium-sized families in minutes, I guess the boss also suffered an accident, so he couldn't come back." ”

"Just had a few words with people from more than a dozen stores, only you are willing to say a little more, they are all locals?" Nangong Yu took a sip of wine lightly and asked pretending to be slightly drunk.

"Yes, in the past two years, the city has been invaded by peerless good recipes, and the advantages of small and medium-sized families have become more and more obvious, but only people like you and me who can taste know that burnt food is wrong." The bartender didn't mind criticizing the masterless recipe that was so popular, which was surprising.

But Nangong Yu obviously heard the existence of this kind of recipe for the first time, and her eyes flashed misty and said, "Peerless good recipe, what kind of top cooking secret is that?" ”

"Yes, but some of our people who are in contact with ingredients are very opposed to this recipe, and even formed a small organization, hoping to fight back against the promoters of these recipes within a certain period of time, but a while ago, the people of the Wen family died unexpectedly, the organization was accidentally pulled out, and half of the dead and injured were killed, and more than a dozen people who survived secretly opened a restaurant to discuss future actions." The bartender said with a smile.

"So you said it openly so that I, a foreigner, would have to join your mysterious little restaurant organization if I wanted to stay?" Nangong Yu's eyes flickered and asked.

"It's a meeting place for self-help organizations." The bartender replied noncommittally.

"Is it to close the restaurant to save yourself, or do you want to leave the fried dumpling city and have some difficulties?" Nangong Yu's sharp eyes instantly recovered, as if the high concentration of alcohol had no effect on her at all.

"Yes, if you are interested, you can go to the underground fried dumpling shop we jointly opened to discuss the recent mysterious events."

As soon as he finished speaking, the business card was immediately pushed over and placed in front of Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu didn't pretentiously pick it up and asked, "How often do you get together?" ”

"Every day, at twelve o'clock in the night." The bartender's pupils twitched slightly, but he replied honestly.

"Your instincts are right." Nangong Yu took the business card and left with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

In her hands, she took seven different and peerless recipes from the bartender.

But the moment he left, three ghostly figures flashed outside the bar.

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