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Gu Fan sniffed lightly, stopped and turned into the forest, and under the bewildered eyes of the two brothers, the cook and the big fire and the small fire, he quickly walked out of the forest, and Gu Fan had more than a dozen huge ...... strung together with long grass Apple.

It should be apples, I don't know if the environment is too good, they grow very big, all of them are the size of a volleyball, although the skin is still green and not fully ripe, but it is a rare supplementary food for Gu Fan.

Since I came to this world, I either don't eat it, or if I want to eat it, I only have meat, anyway, Gu Fan doesn't eat bamboo. As for the food in the prayer vessel, it had already been eaten in the legendary world of the Son of Heaven, and he was missing the green vegetables and fruits very much now.

This has nothing to do with physiological needs, the body of Otogi is completed, that is, he is planted in the soil, watered every day, and basked in the sun.

But it's too miserable to live like this.

"Brother Gu Fan, what are you doing with these green fruits, these fruits are not fully ripe, and the taste is unpalatable!" Seeing the green fruits picked by Gu Fan, the cook couldn't bear it, and asked loudly with a surprised face, the sound was like a horn ringing in the ears, and the volume was very loud.

As a chef, it is natural to be responsible for the food. She has also eaten this green fruit, it is very sour, and it is not delicious at all.

"Then the eldest sister will know!"

Gu Fan only smiled lightly and didn't explain much. This is also the habit of chefs, collect the ingredients by hand :)

Gu Fan glanced imperceptibly at the bushes and couldn't help but smile.

Interesting!

He thought that the Wu Clan was always a frontal existence, but he didn't expect that there was a squat in there. With a height of three meters, it is also difficult for him.

When picking the fruit, Gu Fan asked him, and he said that his name was Kuafu, and he was worried that the cook would learn from others and rush back.

As for why he didn't show up after he rushed back, why he was squatting here alone. He didn't say, and Gu Fan didn't ask. But looking at the red fruit pits that ate all over the place, Gu Fan actually had the feeling of seeing a cigarette butt.

At sunset, Kua's father came back from outside, carrying hundreds of catties of blood-drenched fresh meat in his hand, and whispered: "Cook, I heard that you have a good relationship with someone." Are you hungry?"

The voice......

Well! It's still deafening. The Wu clan is talking quietly, and the thatched house is shaking and falling grass ashes.

"Huh, what are you doing?"

Kua's father came in, but found that it was not the cook who was cooking today, but saw Gu Fan and the cook around a big pot together.

While waiting, I heard Gu Fan say: "The meat can not only be roasted and eaten, but also steamed and fried...... Now I'm making Dongpo meat. The recipe for this Dongpo meat is ......"

Gu Fan and the cook are also acquaintances, and Gu Fan doesn't mind spreading his cooking skills.

And the Chinese cooking skills are even more prosaic pots and pans, full of Chinese traditions, folding shè out of the truth of life.

The growth, love, separation, reunion, birth, old age, sickness and death, inheritance of children and grandchildren, home-cooked deliciousness, is also the taste of life.

If you ask what is the most delicious food in the world, it is definitely the best food with the taste of hometown, especially the dishes in the hands of parents and grandfathers, which are the most unforgettable food of traditional Chinese people.

The sense of taste is like a seed deeply rooted in memory, and the feeling brought by the tip of the tongue to human beings is not only the food itself, but also the story behind the experience through food.

No matter how far the heart goes, familiar flavors will always guide the direction of home.

This is the habit of chefs, and it is also Gu Fan's home.

While Gu Fan was speaking, a ceramic clay pot in his hand was placed on the fire, after pouring water, he used a bamboo skewer to pad the bottom, spread the shaved apple pieces, and then arranged the cut pork pieces with the skin facing down, added a small amount of water, and then put in sugar, soy sauce and rice wine.

Alas, there aren't many of them.

"Hey, what is this?"

Looking at the layer of sporadic mincs on the barbecue, still with a strong fruity aroma, Kuafu asked with a look of surprise and curiosity, and while speaking, he unceremoniously grabbed a large piece of golden-roasted Dongpo meat, opened his bloody mouth and stuffed it in.

His eyes lit up, and the sweet flavor in his mouth made him feel ...... Very uncomfortable.

In two bites, he wiped out a piece of roast meat weighing nearly two catties, and his face showed a sense of satisfaction, and while recalling the strange feeling in his mouth, he asked curiously: "What taste, so ...... Blame?"

Whether it is a witch or a demon, meat will be used as the staple food, and although it will not be greasy to chew for many years, sometimes it is a good choice to change the taste.

Not to mention, this is Dongpo meat, Chinese cuisine, for the production of the big foodie empire, there is no reason not to satisfy the ancients.

Yes, the ancients. After removing the identity of Kuafu, this product is a proper ancient person.

"This taste...... Very delicious, very appetizing, I have the urge to eat a cow. ”

"The barbecue is smeared with green fruit residues, and the taste naturally changes!"

Gu Fan smiled lightly and was noncommittal, but at this time it was an unprecedented nostalgia, all kinds of grains that had traveled through the world before, even the most difficult to swallow grains, and now they couldn't eat it if they wanted to.

After two days of leisure, in the early morning of the third day, Gu Fan bid farewell to the Kuafu tribe. I can't stand it anymore.

Is there a wood?

At night, the sound of the Kuafu tribe seemed uncomfortable and comfortable. If you say mortals, it's moaning. They were screaming at the top of their lungs, like thunder.

And they were happy, they would really thunder - make the earth thump.

Compared to helping the loud voice, the shapeshifting goblins are much more elegant.

Gu Fan returned to the bamboo forest, and for two days, he didn't show up, so he always had to sleep first.

After waking up, Gu Fan gave instructions to the little demons in exchange for asking them to help with the condiments he brought back from outside.

To be honest, compared to these "condiments", Gu Fan wants to grow rice and millet.

But the flood was too big. Even if he has a relationship with the Kuafu tribe, there is no clue at all about such ingredients. On the contrary, he found a lot of fruit trees, and he moved those who could be moved.

Is the land hard in the purple bamboo forest?

What are you afraid of? It would be nice to just move the mountain of fruit trees with it. The Wu clan has strength.

Seeing the appearance of the Wu clan moving mountains, Gu Fan had a feeling: "Ah! This is really a flood of wilderness!"

And when Kua's father had eaten Gu Fan's cooking, he came to Gu Fan twice in three days.

Gu Fan told him that cooking skills had been taught to the cook. He said that the cook was made according to the cooking skills he taught, but unfortunately it tasted wrong.

He's a strong man. How long does it take for a chef to learn her cooking skills?

If you learn it, you can become a good chef, then in the future, there will be recipes everywhere, and some recipes are even accurate to the gram, does it mean that everyone is a good chef?

He's also too demanding.