Originally, because the takeaway restaurant was banned by the platform, Zhang Mingchuan was confused for a while, I don't know if he really did something wrong, the reason why he suddenly cleaned up this courtyard today, why didn't he have a trace of wanting to numb himself through fatigue, so as to escape from reality.

Now that the jade plate of the Shan Hai Jing hidden deep in the courtyard has been activated, it seems that there is an invisible big hand guiding Zhang Mingchuan in the direction of his progress.

"I pride myself on learning to cook for many years, but I don't know what kind of fish this fish is, and I don't know what danger this mountain of hooks will be, but it has always been my long-cherished wish to revive my ancestral business, and I can only go home if I enter the desolate world and catch a fish." Zhang Mingchuan, who was standing in the mysterious space, didn't think much about it, and directly pushed open the door of the Xuanyu on the right, and decided to accept this fateful arrangement with peace of mind.

"It's not a way to grind like this, so I have to go in first." This seemingly simple and heavy door is not as heavy as it seems, the jade door is wide open, the white light behind the door is shining, Zhang Mingchuan stepped out, and stepped in.

After passing through the gate of Xuanyi, Zhang Mingchuan suddenly felt a strong gust of wind and sand attacking, and the yellow sand hit him in the face unexpectedly, and he sat on the ground directly.

When Zhang Mingchuan sat on the ground and stabilized his mind, he could no longer find the door to enter the desolate world, and he appeared in this desolate land as if out of thin air.

Looking around, a hundred miles away, a desolate scenery was in sight, the yellow sand was flying in the wind, and Zhang Mingchuan finally woke up from his state of bewilderment.

"Fortunately, I covered the dust tightly enough when cleaning, but unfortunately I didn't bring the mask and gloves aside when I checked the Eight Immortals table." Zhang Mingchuan's cheeks were faintly painful when the wind and sand blew, and Zhang Mingchuan, who tightened the neckline of his cuffs again, stood on the top of the mountain and thought secretly.

"Since the jade plate let me catch a kind of fish, then there must be a river flowing in this barren mountain, as long as I find the river, it is equivalent to finding the fish required by the mysterious space." Zhang Mingchuan stood on the top of the mountain and looked around, trying to find some direction through careful observation.

It's just that Zhang Mingchuan lacks experience in surviving in the wild after all, and he is not proficient in the art of feng shui, so he is still a little powerless to find a water source in a barren mountain.

"Time is pressing, I can't continue to stay like this at the top of the mountain, and if I stay any longer, I will really be blown into air-dried bacon." Roughly discerning the direction of Sanyin, Zhang Mingchuan walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

The footprints left on the ground were wiped out by the wind and sand in an instant, and all traces were not preserved, as if no one had ever appeared here.

It was already a hard day, and there was a sudden change, so that I didn't even have time to eat supper, although it was a downhill road, but the more I walked, the more hungry I became, and I could only rely on the pain in the soft-soled rubber shoes to refresh myself.

Zhang Mingchuan was numb and didn't know how long he walked, but he felt that the wind was getting smaller and smaller, until a burst of moist and cool air blew, and when he looked up again, he saw a sparkling river not far away, and the light reflected from the river surface reflected in Zhang Mingchuan's eyes.

Walking two steps briskly, the cool water vapor moistened Zhang Mingchuan's chapped lips, and he picked up a touch of crystal clear river water to wash away the dust on his face, and a heroic face was reflected on the surface of the river.

The appearance of twenty-five or sixteen years old, a pair of clear eyes, with depth and perseverance that does not match age, add a bit of charming charm to the already three-dimensional facial features.

Zhang Mingchuan sat by the river to rest, and in just a few minutes, he saw that several fish of different sizes had swam past this small river.

"There are only fish in this river, but no other creatures can be seen, and the surrounding area is also desolate, and the direction of the fish is also downstream, I don't know how many years it has been breeding in this environment without natural enemies." Zhang Mingchuan was empty-handed, looking at the fish swimming in the river and feeling in trouble.

The cold river water overflowed his knees, and the barefoot Zhang Mingchuan walked into the river step by step, originally looking at the fish swimming slowly, when he bent down and stretched out his hand to fish, they all became extremely flexible.

After fishing with bare hands for half a day, I was tired enough to choke, but I didn't catch a single fish.

Zhang Mingchuan, who racked his brains, recalled the interesting story that the fishmonger told about the children in the village catching fish when he followed his grandfather to buy fish, and Zhang Mingchuan planned to try again.

Zhang Mingchuan walked downstream along the river, and finally found a flat beach with a slightly narrow river, rolled up his sleeves and dug a small pond on the bank of the river in the direction of the water, and then picked up stones from the bank and built a dam underneath.

The next thing Zhang Mingchuan, who had set up the trap, was to wait patiently.

After a while, a fish was blocked above the dam, and gradually more and more fish were trapped here by the dam built by Zhang Mingchuan.

Zhang Mingchuan saw that the time was ripe, so he drove as many fish as possible on the embankment to the small pond that he had dug before, and the fish that entered the small pond were almost equivalent to his stomach.

Finally, as more and more fish were blocked, schools of fish broke through the dam that Zhang Mingchuan had temporarily erected. At this time, Zhang Mingchuan also sealed the entrance to the small pond.

Looking at the pond full of fish, Zhang Mingchuan smiled like an old father.

Scoop up a fish, look carefully, only to see that the fish body is slender, the front part is subround, the back side is narrow, the body is dark brown, thick and long two pairs of whiskers, although it is a river fish, but it has the posture of a sea fish.

Recalling the task requirements of the Xuanqi Gate, to cook a steamed fish of perfect quality, Zhang Mingchuan, who was observing the fish in his hand, just thought of how to make the steamed fish in this barren mountain and wild mountain.

It was the white mist before again, and Zhang Mingchuan returned to this mysterious space in a blink of an eye.

The white fog dissipated beside the door of Xuanqi, and a room with blue walls and gray tiles appeared not far away, with a kitchen word written on the vermilion lacquered door.

"Why does this house look so familiar? It's exactly the same as my previous kitchen. Shocked, Zhang Mingchuan held the fish in his arms and walked into the kitchen that suddenly appeared, only to see that the layout of the kitchen and the placement of pots and pans were the same as the kitchen in the courtyard.

Looking at the kitchen in front of me that has been staying longer than the wing room every day, an inexplicable peace of mind spreads all over my heart, and the fish in my hand is no longer a problem.

Steaming seems easy, but because there are not too many steps, it is actually more of a test of fine work, and a successful steamed fish is delicious, and the taste of the fish should be highlighted.

The fish in the hand is very fresh, the scales are fine, after gently scraping it, a knife cuts open the belly of the fish, and the blood water of the internal organs is cleaned out. After checking the weight of nearly two catties, he punched a word knife on both sides and hit the fish bone. A smooth set of operations took less than 10 minutes to complete.

Although Zhang Mingchuan doesn't cook steamed fish every day, the skilled knife work accumulated over time is a memory engraved in his bones.

Then Zhang Mingchuan took out a little refined salt and cooking wine, evenly smeared it all over the whole body, and marinated it for a while.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Mingchuan went to cut the white onion and ginger shreds again, found a plate specially for fish, spread a layer of shredded green onion and ginger to put the processed fish on it, and then covered the fish with a layer of shredded green onion and ginger, and put it in the steamer.

After steaming for 3 minutes, Zhang Mingchuan took out the plate, poured out the fish soup on the plate, replaced it with a new layer of shredded green onion and ginger, and then put it in the steamer basket to continue steaming to ensure that the fish did not smell fishy after cooking with limited seasoning.

Six minutes later, Zhang Mingchuan turned off the fire and simmered for another three minutes.

Zhang Mingchuan, who has been cooking since elementary school, has carefully implemented every step, and now this steamed fish may be the most serious steamed fish he has made since he became a chef.

Seeing that the time was just right, Zhang Mingchuan lifted the lid of the pot, and the steam rose into the sky, although there was no golden light special effect, but with the bursts of fish fragrance wafting out of the steam, Zhang Mingchuan, who was already hungry, felt that this was definitely a steamed fish of perfect quality.

Pick out the steamed shredded green onion and ginger, and confidently carry the freshly steamed fish out of the pot to the door on the left.

[A flower knife is not neat enough, the fishy matter is not cleaned, the smell of green onion and ginger invades the fish, and the steaming time is one minute and twenty seconds, causing the fish to become old. 】

Zhang Mingchuan looked at the long comments on the door, but he didn't expect that the dishes he thought were perfect would have so many problems under the strict scrutiny of the Xuanyi Gate. Although ordinary people can't eat this minute and second difference, who let Zhang Mingchuan be censored is not a person.

【A serving of steamed fish with unfresh meat, uneven cut of the fish head, and a steaming time of 40 seconds】

[A portion of shredded green onion and ginger is insufficient, resulting in no freshness and fishiness, and the steaming time is less than 30 seconds]

Catch fish again and again, steam fish again and again, because each fish caught is different in size, so it is difficult to fix a perfect steaming time and the ratio of green onion and ginger shreds.

【A perfect quality steamed fish】

"Fortunately, this stove is not burned with firewood, otherwise I feel that controlling the size of the stove will become a hurdle that I can't overcome." Looking at the evaluation on the door that finally met the requirements, thinking of the six fish sacrificed earlier, Zhang Mingchuan picked up his chopsticks and decided to carefully taste the taste of this legendary steamed fish that has reached perfect quality.

The chopsticks are silent, and the chopsticks are gently inserted into the fish, and the right heat makes the fish soft and firm, and the chopsticks are not old.

The fat under the skin of the fish is completely melted into the snow-white fish, and even the bones of the fish are white and flawless, without the slightest black blood vessel.

Just looking at it feels like a perfect work of art.

Gently put it in the mouth, the skin of the fish directly turns into slightly viscous collagen, the flesh is broken in the touch of the mouth, and the umami of the fish also bursts out, and the fragrance emitted when it is just out of the pot can only be regarded as the aftertaste of the skin.

"This is a fish I made! I was able to make this delicious taste! "One bite into the soul, for Zhang Mingchuan, who has been cooking since elementary school, this is not an exaggeration to say that this is a god-level steamed fish!