The old man asked,

"What do you want this time?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Ahem, actually, I'm not here to pick up the goods, I just want to come and see..."

"I want to see what good things I have here, old man, right?"

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

The old man said,

"You people, you're all the same, curiosity kills the cat, you know, I think about the old man and my stock every day - but, it's excusable, it's excusable haha."

There was a sense of pride between his eyebrows.

"I know you chefs, that's not all, old man, I have a lot of varieties here that have gone extinct after the cataclysm, but they are limited, well-if you say hello and give me time in advance, I can still get them out, you know."

“...”

I don't seem to know much about this...

The old man skillfully made a thumb and index finger rubbing motion, playfully squeezing his eyes.

Lin Chou suddenly understood,

"No problem, that's for sure!"

Then he asked,

"I've been talking about it for so long, and I haven't known... What do you call you, old man? ”

The old man stroked his beard with one hand, and he didn't know when there was more dust in his hand, and his long shirt fluttered and his eyes were deep.

"Old man, Wu Ming!"

Lin Chou was startled, and his mind was opened,

"The one who returned to the sect of ten thousand swords... Nameless?? ”

- Wait, it seems that the old man didn't have this surname before, right?

The old man rolled his eyes,

"Takeshi is Takeda Hua's Takeshi, and Naruto is Naruto's Naruto!"

(Oh, why does it feel familiar?) ）

The mountain lord was in awe, and gave a thumbs up,

"The old man is mighty."

The old man's face is even lucky,

"Old man, my dad probably didn't expect that I would be able to see it end one day in my lifetime, hahaha..."

Then the mountain master turned his head and whispered to Lin Chou,

"This old man can't afford to offend, at least at the same level as Old Man Zhao."

“？？？”

"You don't understand what I told you, just remember my words, the mountain master can still pit you!"

After taking a turn in the pasture, Old Man Wu said happily,

"I just baked a jar of meat in the morning, let's go catch two more fish and come back, so that you can also taste the old man's craftsmanship."

Lin Chou smiled and nodded,

"I can't ask for it."

As he spoke, he led the two of them in the direction of the nearest stream.

The mountain master wondered,

"I know the altar meat, this jar meat... Could it be an upgraded version of altar meat? ”

The old man was seriously holding the fish basket, so naturally he didn't have time to take care of the mountain master, so Lin Chou explained,

According to historical records, the great writer Su Shi was invited by Haining Anguo Temple to write the "Song Anguo Temple Great Compassion Pavilion", the uninhibited Su Dongpo arrived in Haining, Anguo Temple's wedding banquet, whether you know him or not, please don't invite him, he sat down on his own at the wedding banquet, Haining people have a simple temperament, let him eat and drink, but unfortunately Su Shi himself is a big gourmet, every time he eats a dish, he shakes his head, Only when this stewed pot of crispy meat was served, Su Dongpo praised it again and again. ”

"When Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, he drank with his friends to relieve boredom and chanted poems to eliminate his sorrows, there was wine and poetry naturally without food, he couldn't find a jar to make meat for his friends to eat, and his friends were shocked to praise the heavens, and the famous "Ode to Pork" was written at that time, 'Wash the bell, less water, and the firewood can't be smoked. Don't urge him when he is familiar with himself, and he is beautiful when he is full. ’”

"When a sentence is full of fire, he has been beautiful for thousands of years, and many chefs are like Feng Lunyin."

Lord Shan blinked,

"So, this thing isn't an upgraded version of the altar meat at all? I'll just ask casually, what are you doing so sourly? ”

“...”

It's really special to talk to the cow, phew, play the piano!

The old man Wu Ming brought a basket full of fish up, and disemboweled, broke his belly, scraped the scales, and removed the gills.

"Look, this is my fish, how about it?"

Lin Chou glanced at it,

"Yes."

The old man laughed and said,

"It's not eye-catching, isn't it... I can't learn the complicated techniques of your chef who has worked hard to raise a fish for a year and a half, old man, my fish, just by one word, wild! ”

Lin Chou smiled.

The mountain lord sneered,

"It's all raised, where did it come from?"

The old man shook his head again and again,

"It's about raising, but in fact, it can't be regarded as raising, wild carp has twenty-eight scales, breeding thirty-two scales, the body is long and fleshy, don't believe it, you can count it."

The mountain master counted it again, and it was really twenty-eight scales,

"Damn, there is such a thing?"

The old man said proudly,

"Here, there are many doorways - walk, go pick a few green papayas, get a sour and hot fish to eat, Xiaolin, old man, I heard that you have fish sauce made of climbing rock fish and chiyu sour? Old man, may I please a little? ”

"Absolutely."

The big pot and big stove firewood, the sour papaya, the spicy dry pepper, and then sprinkle a handful of Guanyin vegetables when the pot is out, which is fragrant.

Guanyin cuisine is also a mountain stone leek, the leaves are wide and fragrant, the taste is lighter than the wild leek, and it is a perfect match with fish and bacon.

Lin Chou only took one bite and was conquered.

This is almost exactly the same as the taste of Uncle Tiger making fish, a very intimate and nostalgic feeling.

Old man Wu Ming took out a piece of straw and tied meat from the vat,

"Try the old man's pot of meat again, a 2,000-kilogram black mountain boar, such a one-foot square piece of meat is only four pieces, evenly layered without the slightest tilt of the intercostal meat with straw tied with bones into the tank, enough material and enough soup for four hours, this is the pot meat, come, taste how it tastes."

The old man made the cylinder meat head is amazing, the color is like amber with slurry, the pure and natural meat fragrance is thick and heavy, a cut of the bundled straw, the boxy meat block trembling and suddenly relaxed, take the chopsticks can be "cut", oily.

The old man was looking forward to it,

"Xiaolin, taste it quickly, while it's hot."

"Okay."

The meat in the jar is not greasy or greasy, the mellow and long meat aroma is like a string of memories, but eating this piece of meat seems to hook all the aftertaste of the food, and the satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Lin Chou said very seriously,

"I can't make this kind of taste, the old man is amazing!"

"Hey~ That's not what I said, old man, I make this vat of meat every three or five days, the vat has been used for a lifetime, the meat has been made for a lifetime, and the vat is on fire every day, this meat is naturally a little extra content, if you reach my age, haha-old man, I'll give you another trick, the stewed meat tank, but you must not wash it with water, rub it with thatch every day, and then wipe it clean with a towel, the meat is fragrant, and you can stay in the tank!"

The mountain master is getting more and more incomprehensible,

"And this kind of operation? It's really fake..."

Old Man Wu frowned,

"People who don't understand life, what are you talking about, while eating your meat!!"