The mountain lord shrugged his shoulders,

"Yes, I know you don't want to tell so many people about it, it's embarrassing, isn't it?"

Hermione's cheeks and neck are bright red, and her breath is heavy.

"Hehe, I don't care about you like you, and my mouth is dirty mud legs."

"Tsk." The mountain master smiled evilly, "It's not good, it's beautiful, you still don't care about Lao Tzu?" Lao Tzu cares about you! ”

The body with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a shiny bald head, a hideous mouth, and a miserable white fangs - the image of the mountain lord is estimated to be described in this way in front of this kind of middle-aged literary woman who has never seen a living corpse even in the base city.

The mountain master was like a black mountain boar in estrus, and Hermin, who rushed to the pelvis, rushed to the pelvis with a sense of urine, and his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The mountain master tsked,

"Heh, now you know you're scared? What did you just say about Xiao Xiaoxie? What's small? I didn't hear clearly, you say it again? ”

“... I... He..."

In the face of such a wolf-like guy, if Hermione can really say a word, Lin Chou has to respect her as an iron-blooded real man.

Shen Daru and He Min had just exchanged a wave of scolding, and at this time, even if he thought in his heart, he couldn't let things develop, after all, this was his group's bureau.

"Misunderstanding, Master Shan, misunderstanding, Hermione, she is stupid, Hermione, don't apologize yet!"

"You have the ability to kill me!"

Huang Dashan was like a different person, and he just held back and didn't move.

Hehe,

"Eat a junk food before the cataclysm, and look at what you can, why don't you go up to 90,000 miles?"

“...”

Shen Daru's face is green, why is this mouth so poisonous?

He Min suddenly said a bunch of words in a hurried tone, and Shen Daru didn't have time to stop him.

"What do you know, the most wonderful period in the world is the ancient period before the cataclysm, flowers and grass are everywhere, food is everywhere, knowledge is above everything and culture is more important than everything, at that time everyone was literate and even everyone could write an article at will, with a beautiful hand, the cataclysm ruined everything, everything that has been handed down is not a single thing, everything before the cataclysm is worthy of respect and cherishment, who can make such wonderful and convenient food! Who! It is people like you, it is you, who have forgotten the ultimate meaning of human existence, forgetting the roots! Mingguang has become so unbearable, so... Depraved! Sooner or later, the bright light will be destroyed in the hands of those of you who don't even know who your ancestors are!! ”

Even Shen Daru was speechless, the power of his heart and faith is really fucking great.

Although Hermione's expression is very problematic, extreme and radical, but, to a certain extent, what she said is indeed the truth, which is also the purpose of the Society for the Study of Ancient Literature.

The mountain master exhaled and looked at the group of middle-aged men and women in front of him who were polite and bookish.

"Hehe, if you're lucky, then let's talk about some reason today."

"During this time, I went to a city outside of Mingguang that you don't know."

"They have a library the size of an entire city, and all the paper books that originally belonged to a city before the cataclysm, and all of them will be informed of this, and anyone will be allowed to go and see it."

Ignoring the sudden holding of the breath of the group of people, Shan Ye continued,

"But, in two hundred years, none of them have ever been there to take a look, and even now they have a new text, do you know why?"

"This..."

Hermione gritted her teeth, "Ignorance, it's madness!" ”

The mountain lord looked at her,

"Natural selection for the survival of the fittest, this is a world of the jungle, can you take your book to reason with the living corpse? How many levels of beast can you recite a poem to a strange beast without being scared into peeing your pants? ”

"It's not that Mingguang has abandoned those things, it's that they don't fit into the world anymore."

"You rarely even come out of the three walls of Mingguang, do you know how to face this wilderness and the dark sea?"

"Mingguang has a population of 10 million, how many evolutionaries are there? Just 100,000! Who do you think is protecting you? Hehe, 100,000, do you know how many living corpses there are near Mingguang? How many beasts are there per square kilometer of the wilderness? ”

"I've heard of you, the Ancient Literature Research Society, I really can't believe that this so-called Literature Research Society doesn't study your literature well and pulls your patronage, and you are still denying the Evolvers and pursuing the Heaven and Earth Monarch? The Way of Confucius and Mencius? Foolish policy? ”

"We didn't..."

Shan Ye said lightly,

"Shut up, I'm not done yet."

There was a dead silence, as silent as a cicada.

"Actually, yes, almost every evolutionary in Mingguang knows about you, we respect culture, but Base City has never been a safe house, it is just a stormy boat, which may sink at any time - Shen Daru, let me ask you, how much has the evolutionary growth in the past three years?"

Shen Daru let out an extraordinarily loud "coo" sound in his throat, bowed his head and said,

"Last year, minus 0.9."

"The year before last, it was 0.6."

"The year before that... Negative two percent. ”

Huang Dashan rarely didn't have a murderous expression,

"Of the 100,000 evolutionaries, no more than two-thirds can fight."

"Do you know where I've been, how much combat power they have?"

“...”

"Ninety percent! A full 400,000 is comparable to the fourth-order combat power! If they have the heart and wave their hands, Mingguang is a dead city. ”

"Why does the base city let the evolutionaries and herd ordinary people like sheep, you still don't understand?"

"But..."

Huang Dashan smiled,

"For example, before the cataclysm, it was often said that it doesn't matter if a man doesn't have a house, if he doesn't even have the 'capital' to open a house, it will be a great shame."

"The prerequisite for culture and history is that the corresponding civilization still exists – what is the point of blindly recalling the past and immersing itself in the glory of the past in such a world, when the future is precarious?"

"It's people who make history."

"Haven't you always wondered why the officials of Base City have never funded your research and data collection in any way?"

"It's very simple, I can tell you that your behavior like this will make some high-level people in Mingguang feel that we Mingguang people, even the courage to create our own history, have been beaten and crushed."

"There don't need to be many people who think like this, as long as there is one person, you will definitely not get any kind of support."

"And people like you, it's not meaningless, it's just that the time is not right."

Shen Daru and the others were all silent, embarrassed and silent.

Xie Xun's eyes flashed, and it could be said to be a ripple.

The mountain master shuddered for a moment, trembling and tasteless—as if some kind of possessed existence had left him,

", old boy, what do you think I'm doing, and my taste has become heavier when I'm old?"

Xie Xun looked him up and down,

"Hehe, the one who is the prince of the legendary queen, he sees things from a completely different angle... Dashan, if you had this kind of consciousness ten years ago, I'm afraid that there would have been a big change in the top level of the base city. ”

Lin Chou looked confused, what happened to these people recently?!

- I'm a mother-in-law, one day when Huang Dashan began to talk about reason instead of physics, he was really able to convince people with reason?

In the face of a group of stupid ancient literature club bosses, after the mountain master said this, he didn't even bother to glance at them.

Just grinned and said,

"Lin Zi, make a bowl of noodles for Xiao Xiao Xie to eat, the little guy is hungry."

Lin Chou asked with a smile, "What kind of noodles do you want to eat?" ”

As soon as the words came out, he immediately realized that something was going to be wrong, a big problem!

"Wait..."

"Hmm... I want to eat the fish soup noodles made by my grandmother before, the thick, white soup, only soup and noodles, nothing else, whew... It's delicious..."

It's over, it's late.

"Drip."

"Trigger the continuous monthly task, the boss's little secret: as the future post-apocalyptic kitchen god, you are only limited to making the customer's favorite food once a month, no limit to ingredients, and the host cannot choose the customer by himself, this system will be very kind to provide simple production steps.

If the customer is satisfied, the reward is random attribute points +1, and the backhill nursery can plant 1 crop seed;

The customer is not satisfied, and is penalized with a random attribute point of -1, which is a random loss of 7% of body volume.

Mandatory assignment of mission food this month:

Fish noodle soup.

Designated Mission:

Xie Rin.

Completion time, one business day.

The brief production steps are as follows: ........."

If there is any task that Lin Chou wants to control the most, it must be this task.

After the painful education of boiling water cabbage for almost a day last time, Lin Chou hated this painful task once a month comparable to that of a great aunt, because if he was not careful, he would become what he was looking like.

The reward of this task is completely disproportionate to the effort!

This was the case last time, and this time, even more so.

Whether it is Xie Rin's description or the understanding of each word in the name of the dish, as far as Lin Chou knows, there is only one kind of noodle that can meet the three words of "fish soup noodles" - "Dongtai fish soup noodles." ”

That's right, as you think, once again it is a place name, Dongtai, Jiangsu before the cataclysm, known as Yan in ancient times.

Maybe you don't know much about Dongtai, and when you mention this place name, you have to say two names.

Lin Chou muttered in a low voice,

"Autumn is loud and only the cranes are heard, and the night sea is hazy and every pearl is seen."

- This is actually a poem used by Song Fan Wenzheng to describe the scenery along the coast of Dongtai.

Second, Dong Yong.

Before the cataclysm, the love legend of the seven fairies of Dongtai Dongyong was listed as a national intangible cultural heritage.

Then the third one may be Dongtai fish noodle soup.

As a provincial intangible cultural heritage before the catastrophe, the deliciousness of Dongtai fish noodle soup is not mentioned for the time being, and the most basic standard is actually the description of the soup, "dripping into beads".

Just four simple words mean extremely cumbersome operations.

Lin Chou hate,

"Boy, do it on purpose."

Xie Rin looked dazed, "Huh?!" ”

Xie Xun looked over with apologetic eyes,

"Rabbit cub, what nonsense, Lin Zi can't do it... No, I mean there are no raw materials... Huh?? ”

Lin Chou sighed, and put a small jar in his hand on the table.

Xie Xun panicked,

"This, this can't be..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Yes."

"Boom."

Xie Xun's saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth on the spot, and he couldn't swallow it all.

"Where did it come from?"

Lin Chou swept the ashes on the mouth of the small jar the size of a palm,

"It should have been passed down by my grandmother, and I don't know any further, I shouldn't be able to find these little things around here, anyway, my dad didn't find them."

Huang Dashan hummed,

"What kind of dumb riddle are you two playing!"

"You'll know when you eat..."

The practice of fish noodle soup is simple and simple, and it is complicated and complicated, all in one soup word, which is also a genuine kung fu dish.

I went to the mountain stream in the back mountain and fished a pot of fresh crucian carp that was not more than the length of the palm and the size was uniform, and I broke my belly and took the gills.

During this period, Lord Rolling successfully recognized Lin Chou's unorganized and undisciplined behavior of preparing to quietly make supper, so there was a huge eye at the back door of the kitchen - Lord Rolling staring at you.

Only the internal organs and gills of crucian carp are removed, and the scales are intact.

Fish scales contain a lot of calcium and lecithin, which is the key to making a pot of super-thick fish soup.

The fish eye is then punctured and fried in a hot pot of lard.

When frying fish, the fish's eyes are very easy to burst and splash oil, but after piercing, there will be no splash of oil.

Fry the fish over a warm fire, keep stirring gently, and when the fish is separated from the flesh and bones, you have to get out of the pot and boil the soup in the soup pot.

A large number of broken crucian carp bones and meat emulsified the moment they met the boiling water, and the soup quickly turned a pale milky white.

Then fry the eel bones and pork bones in an oil pan and put them into the soup pot together.

After six minutes, take out all the fish bones, fish meat, pork bones, and eel bones in the soup pot, put them into the clear oil pot and stir-fry, fry until the water is completely yellow, and add a little rice wine to enhance the freshness.

This kind of stir-frying can not only effectively remove the fishy smell, but also force out the fat in the fish meat, fish bones, pig bones, and eel bones, and increase the flavor and thickening.

Afterwards, the fried fish bones are soaked in the soup again, and the meat is boiled for six minutes, then served out and then fried.

This is repeated three times, and on the last stir-fry, add the green onion and ginger and a little shrimp and put it back in the soup pot.

After boiling and stirring for two and a half hours, the fish soup is like milk, and the soup is milky white with a little cloud-like light yellow, which adheres to the edge of the pot to produce a hanging wall effect, and has not spread out for a long time.

Lin Chou dipped a drop of fish soup with chopsticks and dripped it on the board, but the soup beads of the fish soup did not spread out like water droplets, but "stand" on the board surface, forming a bulging hemisphere.

Lin Chou nodded, and his hanging heart was slightly lowered,

"Whew, I'm qualified."

It's not uncommon to have an operation, but the mountain master has long been in a circle.

"Didn't I say Linzi, if you cook, you must have to do so many tricks, isn't it just a fish soup..."

Lin Chou scooped out a spoonful and put it in a bowl and served it to the mountain master,

"Smell it, taste it."

The mountain master lowered his head and sniffed, his eyes changed, and he inadvertently swept Xie Xun's eyes-

"Knock knock!"

A grease nozzle,

"Chels."