Three glasses of wine, the yellow pen asked Guo Dalu about the stranger who adopted him, Guo Dalu talked nonsense, the general way is Jin Daxia's classics plus the structure of online novels, what a peerless master, both inside and outside, hiding in a cave, high and high, a palm split, the wind and thunder are hidden - just stupid as a pig, following the master for many years, and he has not learned any exercises, usually just cleaning the cave for the master, cooking rice and boiling water.

Guo Dalu's nonsense was so loud that he was stunned when he heard the old village chief Zhu and the yellow pen sticker, and the old village chief Zhu heard Guo Dalu's experience for the first time, and the yellow pen sticker was also a little puzzled by his judgment just now - isn't this kid surnamed Guo a fugitive slave?

Otherwise, how could he tell such a detailed story about the Inhuman, if it weren't for his own experience, a country boy would not have been able to make it up at all!

How do you know that there is a kind of Dongdong called an online novel in another time and space, as long as Guo Dalu is given enough time, he can tell a whole year about the story of the stranger who does not exist at all, and there is no duplicate.

Huang Pen's face became a little solemn - if this kid surnamed Guo really had an adventure, then it was a bit too much to rob him of the fat accumulation method. Although he said that he was not a true disciple of Yiren, and he had not learned any real skills, he was at most a miscellaneous person, but the seven-rank official in front of the prime minister's door and the Yiren in Fengshen Mountain was not something he could afford to provoke with a small pen.

The yellow pen paste is suffering from gains and losses, and suddenly there was a loud noise in the side room next to it, and I don't know who smashed the plate and dish to the ground, and a shrill voice sounded: "It's hard to eat, it's hard to eat, this kind of pig food, don't eat it for cats and dogs, bring me good food!"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the room, and then there was a low voice from the shopkeeper: "Little master, these dishes are all made by the new chef, and the other guests all say that they are excellent and delicious--"

Bang, a basin smashed on the wall: "Delicious fart! I'm so angry! You bastard bastards, just let you find some delicious food for the young master, this little thing can't be done badly, you want to starve me to death, don't you?!"

There was another sound of insulting and smashing things.

The old village chief Zhu said curiously: "Who is this? How dare you make trouble in the Wangjiang Tower? As long as the shopkeeper in the Wangjiang Tower sends a post to the county office, he can drag the trouble-seeking person to beat the board and stand in the station cage for half a day." ”

Huang Pen-style chuckled: "Old Zhutou, just listen to the fun." This kind of smashing of the restaurant, in the recent past, will be troubled every once in a while. ”

Old Village Chief Zhu was stunned: "Who is so fat and bold, he doesn't know, is this Wangjiang Tower the property of the Zhu family, which is known as the half of the city? Even if the old lady of the county is in front of the old ladies of the Zhu family, he has to show some affection." ”

Huang Pen said: "That's natural, several sons and nephews of all families are officials in the capital, only the old lady and a few daughters-in-law stay in their hometown, but even if the old men in Fucheng see the old lady, they have to bow and call the old birthday star." It's just that the one who is smashing the restaurant today is the old lady's most heartbroken grandson. A few days ago, this grandson returned to his hometown from Beijing to pay a birthday greeting to the old lady, and when he was free, he wandered around Yongcheng, making the market restless. ”

The old village chief Zhu shook his head and sighed: "It turned out to be a distinguished guest from Beijing, alas, if you want to come, you must have caused a lot of harm to the people's families." ”

Huang Pen-style laughed and said: "Old Zhu Tou, you can think about it, this little young master is still young, and there is no style of gentleness, he is dedicated to food, after arriving in Yongcheng, the streets and alleys are running around, as long as people burn delicious food at home, he will smell the wind and enter, even if he smashes the door of your house, he has to taste it." ”

However, he was not a bully, and when he ate and drank, he always left a heavy reward. Some people are still waiting for him to slam the door so that he can make a small fortune. It's just that this little young master has a very tricky mouth, he hasn't eaten anything delicious in the capital, and there is nothing delicious in our county and countryside except for a few seafood, so until now, there is no dish cooked by a family, and he praised it after eating it. That is, the dragon and phoenix gold group in Meilong Town, won his reward, but he still left a sentence, there was too much lard in the filling, which was greasy, and the old shopkeeper was angry enough. ”

"In the past few days, the old ladies of the Zhu family are afraid that he will be too messy and disturb the people, so they specially invited a famous chef from other places to come, and cooked vegetables for him every day in this Wangjiang Tower. ”

The old village chief Zhu shook his head vigorously and stuck out his tongue: "Good girl, I really don't know what the old men in the capital eat, if the dishes in this Wangjiang Tower are pig and dog food, then what are the people in our village eating - mud garbage?"

Guo Dalu listened to it next to him, but he didn't think that the taste of this young master was so tricky, because he had tasted a few dishes just now, and the taste was really not much.

The dishes in Wangjiang Tower, like the rice wine served just now, are fresh enough, but the means of cooking the dishes are really not flattering - basically, this dish is boiled, boiled, or boiled, and occasionally steamed. Even the braised fish is just boiled with some bean sauce in the water.

There are no cooking methods such as frying, cooking, frying, boiling, stewing, etc., and the ingredients are even more pitiful, except for shallots, you can't see ginger, garlic, fennel, chili, pepper, cinnamon, star anise and other things.

In fact, the eight major cuisines of Chinese cuisine did not slowly take shape until the Ming and Qing dynasties, and many raw materials and ingredients were imported from overseas.

The dishes cooked in the Wangjiang Building are not as good as the few home-cooked dishes that Guo Dalu cooked for his little girlfriend on the small stove in the dormitory.

In Guo Dalu's view, this little master who pursues food, although his temper is a little weird, but he is not a bully bastard, people are robbing food, not beauties, not to mention leaving money, just this one, it is much more noble than the yellow pen sticker style that took away his own fat accumulation method.

Think about it, the little young masters of all families are from the capital, they have seen the world, and they can't leave a bad reputation for themselves for a few bites of food, but the yellow pen sticker is a kind of local snake, and it will be clever and robbing, rampant in the countryside, and doing all kinds of illegal things, and the little people are also the most affected by them.

Huang Pen said with a smile: "I heard that these little young masters have issued a bounty, whoever regulates the good food can get him a good word and a good snowflake silver ingot." ”

Old Village Chief Zhu stared at him: "A bloom of silver?

"Ten taels, fifty taels! Authentic snowflakes pressed the treasury silver!" Huang Bi shook his head and shook his head, and suddenly turned to Guo Dalu: "Guo family boy, you have served that stranger for so long, what fresh food things have you seen? If so, if you dedicate it to the little master of the family, you can also make a windfall." ”

Guo Dalu really thought so in his heart, if he got the fried chicken wings of the KFC grandfather right, could he satisfy the tricky taste of the young masters?

--Although the chicken wings were turned out of the trash can and have been gnawed by people, the junk food that the children of the 21st century cannot refuse will surely conquer the children of ancient times, even if he is the son of an aristocratic official.

Guo Dalu was thinking, only to hear a muttering sound outside the door, but it was the shopkeeper of Wangjiang Building who was scolding a few big chefs and men: "You rice buckets, didn't I let you look for rare food everywhere? Why haven't you found it now? The little young master came to smash the building once when he saw the sky, my old face was gone, and you don't want to settle down!"

A guy complained bitterly: "The shopkeeper, our legs are all thin, we turned out all the food in the corner of Yinxian County, and we went to Hangzhou to find it, but the little master can't look at it, so we can't bring up the nest head of the farmer's food, right?"

The shopkeeper was so angry that he jumped to his feet: "A group of waste, less nonsense, hurry up, open a market today, go to the market to see, what fresh food there is, bring it and talk about it." ”

At this time, a guy slapped his thigh: "Shopkeeper, just now there was a girl from the countryside who came to our hotel to sell candy--"

The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "Then quickly bring up the candy, what are you doing in a daze?"

The man hurriedly said: "I see that girl is rustic, what good candy can there be, and I sent her away early." ”

The shopkeeper stomped his foot: "Fool, get that girl back!"

The shopkeeper was also sick and rushed to the doctor, and it was true that the little master was appeased first, but fortunately the girl did not go far, and after a while, the voice of the partner taking the girl upstairs came: "This girl, go here, where are the candy you brought? ”

The shopkeeper's voice came again: "This is the candy you bought, and what is it made of?"

A girl's beautiful voice came from outside the door: "Uncle shopkeeper, this is our own cooking, it's delicious, why don't you try it?" ”

Guo Dalu was stunned, this is the voice of the big girl, why did she go to the restaurant to sell candy -- sugar? Alas, this girl shouldn't be selling the White Rabbit milk candy she gave her? The big girl can't tell what this milk candy is made of, but she wisely avoided it, and only said that it was her ancestral method.

Outside the door, the shopkeeper stretched out his finger suspiciously, and plucked the white things in the rough bamboo box of the little girl in front of him—the things were a little damp and sticky.

The shopkeeper hurriedly retracted his hand, picked out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips, with a look of disgust: "Go, go, what kind of dirty thing, can this also enter the mouth of our little master?" You don't inquire, all kinds of sugar-pickled fruits in our Wangjiang Building can't even be compared to the big restaurants in Fucheng, you actually sold this dirty thing to our door, it's really a class door axe." ”