The world is in turmoil.

Anti-thieves, bandits everywhere.

However, the people of Heifeng Village don't care, because they are the most populated village on Diancang Mountain, the world is good, they are ordinary villagers who keep to themselves, the world is chaotic, so they can change and live a part-time job as a mountain bandit.

The only thing the people of Black Wind Village care about is how to feed themselves and live.

At this moment, this Black Wind Village, no, it may be more appropriate to call it Black Wind Village now.

Several leaders of Heifeng Village are holding a feast in the "Juyi Hall", leaving only a few minions to guard the gate of the village.

"Snake skin, they eat and drink spicy food inside, and leave Lao Tzu here to blow the wind."

Wang Liuma leaned against the gate of the village, spit out the grass stalks in his mouth hatefully, and looked out with slanted eyes.

"How can anyone else come to this place."

Heifeng Village is in the depths of Diancang Mountain, usually only they go out of the mountain to grab other people's shares, and even the merchants who receive the goods are afraid that the road is difficult to walk and are unwilling to come to their village.

"That's not even if you offended the three leaders, and even took me to watch the door with you." There was a half-grown child squatting on the ground, with a delicate face, and he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, playing with a sharp knife poking at the dirt.

"But that dog meat is so fragrant, fat and big."

Wang Erwa squatted on the ground, squinting and sniffing in the direction of "Juyi Hall", he could see it clearly when he passed by.

"Could that be my fault, not yet." Wang Liuma's face was full of anger at first, but he let out his anger halfway through speaking. "Forget it, who made him the leader."

Then his eyes rolled again.

"Erwazi, if you want to eat dog meat, let's go to Xiahe Village in the evening to get two more, they must still have stock."

"Yes, yes."

The second baby's eyes lit up, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and hurriedly agreed.

Suddenly.

"What color dogs are you talking about?"

A dull question came from the front.

"Big black dog, it's fat, four or five, slaughter one and put it in the pot, and the rest is estimated to be fast."

Wang Erwa replied without turning her head.

After answering, he reacted, this voice was not Wang Liuma's.

"Eh, who's that?"

Looking at the empty gate of the village, Wang Erwa and Wang Liuma looked at each other.

......

The predecessor of the Black Wind Village was a stream of rogues, who came here decades ago to set up camp, although it turned into a black wind village, but the style of the rogues is still there.

This "Juyi Hall" has been handed down from the beginning of the village.

At this time, a feast was being held inside.

There were twenty or thirty people in the big and small leaders of the Black Wind Village, plus their cronies, and the hall was very lively.

Each of the three leaders had a desk at the head of the hall, and the rest of the people sat in two rows on either side, leaving the middle empty.

In the middle of the open space was a large iron pot, steaming, and an old man was stirring the soup base with a long spoon in his hand.

The large pieces of meat rose and fell with the stirring, and the old man tasted a mouthful of soup from time to time, and then sprinkled seasoning into it.

The whole section of green onions, rice wine, salt, ginger slices, and then simmer.

After a while, the smell became more and more fragrant.

......

"It's really fucking fragrant, Uncle Mo, how long is it going to be."

"Uncle Mo's cooking skills are getting better and better."

"These dogs sent from Xiahe Village are also really handsome, if they weren't too fierce, I really wanted to keep them."

The people sitting on the long table on both sides looked at the food at hand and suddenly lost their appetite, compared with the aroma of the dog broth, it was like wax.

"Okay, serve."

After another moment, Uncle Mo tasted the soup again, and finally showed a satisfied expression.

Beckoned a few servants, set up the porcelain bowls, and distributed them to everyone one by one.

"Hehe, are you still satisfied with this soup cooked by the old man?"

Although Uncle Mo had a question in his mouth, he already knew it in his heart when he looked at everyone's expressions.

"I don't have to say anything about this taste, the big restaurants in the city are probably at this level."

"Fart, I think that's what the emperor eats."

"It's just too little."

A bowl is only a few bites for people with a large amount of rice, and the effort is gone.

"Don't worry, aren't there a few more here, today the old man will give you a new skill."

As he spoke, he motioned for the servants to carry up the black dog, whose legs and feet were tied.

"This technique is called live roasting, which is to roast the ingredients while they are still alive, and the difference between it and our usual barbecue is that it can allow blood to seep into the meat, so as to retain the flavor of the ingredients to the greatest extent."

So saying, he picked one of the largest black dogs, threaded an iron rod through the rope, and lifted it.

"This live roasting, the most important thing is to pay attention to an evenness, it must be to let the blood evenly penetrate into the whole body, where there is more and where there is less, it will not work."

He put the black dog on the oven and beat it with a few sticks, but the black dog did not dare to move, and stood still.

"The old man's craft, after years of practice, has finally been completed, and today I will let you eat the most delicious food."

"Fart, the best thing to eat is obviously a belly."

It's cold, I don't know where the sound of lifting the bar came from.

"Vulgar, how can raw meat be compared to my roasted alive."

Uncle Mo instantly lowered his face and retorted.

"My live roasting, in addition to relying on my skills to evenly penetrate the blood throughout the body, but also with my secret seasoning, it is definitely the most delicious."

"Not really."

Uncle Mo finally found the person who spoke this time, a rough man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked a little angry, but he didn't care about this in anger.

He rushed to the man and handed the knife over, "Don't talk big, or come to Bibi." ”

The man took the knife and let it go and played with it.

"And what if you lose?"

Uncle Mo blew his beard angrily and glared, "If the old man loses, cut the meat on his body and feed it to the dog." ”

The man smiled and stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the corners of his mouth, looked Uncle Mo up and down, and nodded.

"Your meat is too old, a little firewood, but you can barely eat it."

When the minions heard that the two were going to compete, they all cried out, and it was not a big deal to see the excitement.

The big leader sat at the head of the hall, and with a curious smile, he commanded the servants to bring the kitchen utensils.

"Second child, is this your person?"

"No, the third child, yours?"

"I haven't seen it."

The big boss shook his head, thinking that he would ask more carefully when the meeting was over.

Before the fire was lit, the rough man stepped forward and picked up the black dog, put it on the table, loosened the rope for it, and patted it on the head a few times.

"Let you run around again, won't you be caught, will you dare next time?"

The black dog couldn't get up, so he lay on his side on the desk and looked at the rough man, whimpering from his mouth.

"What do you say, don't you dare to do it."

There was a lot of noise around, and Uncle Mo didn't hear what the rough man said, so he stepped forward and mocked him.

"I'm asking, what are you doing with these knives?"

The rough man asked, pointing to dozens of knives of different sizes and shapes next to the desk.

"This is the one who chops the bones, this is the one who shaves the meat, and the one that cuts the vegetables, and as for the one you have at hand, the skin of the black dog was peeled with this knife."

Uncle Mo was disdainful, this person didn't even know what these knives were for, and he dared to say that he was a cook.

"The best cooks need knives, you come here, get closer."

Uncle Mo was stunned and walked over.

"What do cooks use without knives, do you tear them by hand?"

The rough man smiled and put his hand on Uncle Mo's shoulder.

"You're right, naturally with your hands..."

Only half of what he said, the rough man suddenly grabbed his wrist with his right hand, put his left hand on his shoulder, and then violently forced, Uncle Mo's entire right arm was ripped off by Qi Gen, and then without waiting for him to scream, he grabbed his throat again and brought him whole person in front of him.

“... Tear it. ”

At this moment, the rough man had already appeared in his original form, and the scarlet eyes on the dog's head looked around at everyone in the field. With his right hand, he shoved an arm into his fang-covered mouth and chewed it.

"You're a little old."