After listening to my words, Lin Shaosong suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are also a chef!" No wonder you know French food so well...... You'll have to taste my 'personal chef' steak skills in a moment, it's amazing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Lin Shaosong's words hit my heart.

Since he wants us to eat beef, I'll "educate" him about it.

After listening, I hurriedly smiled at the "French Bull Demon King", nodded again and again: "Yes, yes!" The French do have a hand in making beef, and we Han cooks can't compare to it. But Mr. Lin, do you know why Chinese beef is not as good as the French...... Is it scientific? ”

Lin Shaosong is a "nutritionist" and has an inexplicable interest in criticizing Chinese diet, and as soon as he saw that I met his "point of view", he was also interested.

So, he replied to me unexpectedly: "That's because Chinese food has a problem from the root, either boiling or frying, and losing all the nutrients." ”

"Insightful!" I laughed and said, "But you only know one thing, you don't know the other!" There is another internal reason why we cooks can't cook beef. ”

"What?"

I told him word by word: "Because according to ancient legends, the ox is a ghost, and if you eat the ox that dies, you will be punished." Therefore, the ancient Chinese did not dare to eat beef, and in modern times, they did not know how to do it. ”

My words were purely to block Lin Shaosong, and they also had a good effect.

After listening, Lin Shaosong's forehead trembled obviously, and then he was stunned and said: "Mr. Tian is really joking, how can there be such a ridiculous statement, and I have never seen it...... Whoever eats beef will be punished! ”

That's what he wants!

I immediately replied, "Mr. Lin, what a coincidence. I knew of a retribution for eating beef. It's boring today anyway, so I'll tell you about it here! ”

While talking, I didn't forget to look at Momiji and said, "Yezi, do you say okay?" ”

I know that Lin Shaosong is definitely not willing to continue to listen to my "kicking" story, but Xian Hongye is different.

She, like me, desperately needed to give this self-righteous guy a "kick-off".

Sure enough, just as I was speaking, Xian Hongye immediately responded: "Lao Tian hurry up!" I love to hear these folklore stories. Very cultural! ”

Ghost stories have cultural connotations, and I am really convinced of Miss Xian's mouth.

In this way, under the "close cooperation" between me and Xian Hongye, Lin Shaosong could only be forced to listen to me in embarrassment to tell the "story".

First of all, let me tell you that this story is about my master Zhao Qingshan. The reason why I know and can guarantee the authenticity is because my master left me a diary, and this story was relatively completely recorded in a newspaper in Jinan, Shandong, and has been preserved to this day along with the diary of my old squad leader.

And this newspaper is also likely to be the only lonely evidence that Zhao Qingshan has ever existed in the world.

Zhao Qingshan is a famous "chef" in Lunan, Shandong, and the "right root" of Zhao Jialou, who is honest and likes to rely on a family heirloom kitchen knife to act chivalrous. But before he became famous, he also received a lot of experience, and successively worked as a handyman and cook in restaurants in Qingzhou, Jining, and Jinan.

The story takes place in the ninth year of the Republic of China, when Zhao Qingshan's clan relationship was working in Qingzhou, Shandong.

In that year, an unprecedented drought occurred in Qingzhou, with Qingzhou and Zibo as the core, sweeping across Shandong, and the Yellow River was cut off, leaving the displaced people homeless and even cannibalistic.

But under this tragic disaster, the land of China was warlords fighting, Yuan Shikai had just fallen, the Beiyang government was busy fighting, and no one took care of the drought in Qingzhou.

Under that unique historical background, Zhao Qingshan's restaurant was forced to close, and there was no way to continue, so the boss gave each guy two liters of mung beans and a piece of ocean, and sent them to flee.

At that time, Zhao Qingshan had just graduated from school, and he had no savings and connections. Faced with the severe drought and the displacement of people, Zhao Qingshan felt extremely confused about his future.

So after thinking about it, he felt that he should go back to his hometown first.

Zhao Qingshan felt that although his hometown was likely to be affected by the drought, he was the "right root" of Zhao's house, and there were fellow villagers and relatives there, so he could survive even if he "asked for food".

So, Zhao Qingshan took the mung bean all the way south, walked Mount Tai, went down to Yimeng, and planned to go back to his hometown along the old Qi Road to avoid disasters.

But when he had just reached the Laiwu realm, he suddenly couldn't go any further, and there was only one reason - he didn't eat.

The restaurant where Zhao Qingshan worked before gave him two liters of green disk when it closed, but mung beans are relatively low in calories, and although they are rich in nutrients, they are really not hungry.

Zhao Qingshan traveled for several days in a row, and he was physically pulling every day. After walking for three or five days, the mung beans were not enough to "stuff his teeth", and later he was hungry with elm bark and bitter bracken every day, and that day was completely on the edge of life and death.

At that time, Zhao Qingshan, holding the family heirloom imperial treasure knife in his arms, swayed step by step, mixed with the homeless people, and kept thinking about his livelihood and where to go.

And on the third day of Zhao Qingshan's food shortage, he finally ushered in the most important "turning point" in his life!

At that time, Zhao Qingshan watched the tragedy of cannibalism intensify, and knew that it was impossible to have a trace of life if he followed the team of displaced people.

Therefore, that night, he finished eating the last bit of grassroots bean noodles in reserve, and then broke away from the ranks of the hungry people, relying on his sword and kung fu, and headed for the Yimeng Mountain path.

He knew that although he might encounter bandits and even goblins in the mountains, he was more likely to encounter life-saving wild vegetables or game. Most importantly, the mountain road can get to the hometown faster, and although it is life-threatening, it is worth trying.

In this way, Zhao Qingshan dragged his knife in the dark night according to his own thoughts, relying on his own ability, discerning the direction with the stars, filling his hunger with grass, snakes, insects, rats, ants and soil, and miraculously survived.

Zhao Qingshan walked in the mountains for another three days, and when he came out of the mountain road again, he had already come to the Yimeng realm not far from home. And he saw the towering houses and houses of the plains.

The land in front of us has not been overly affected by the drought.

Zhao Qingshan, who was excited, immediately ran out of the mountain, and he went down the slope, hoping to find a bite of food to eat in the village.

After all, he still has a silver dollar, which is the most disadvantageous...... You can also buy a steamed bun to eat!

Soon, Zhao Qingshan stopped outside the largest mansion in the village.

For from the wall of the courtyard he heard the sound of the slaughter of pigs.