Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 141

[Chapter 141 Falling into the mortal world (twenty-two)]

Even if Song Que was sitting in front of the porch fishing, he could talk nonsense with Zhao Wen for an afternoon. Anything like Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, as long as it sounded reasonable, he could use it at will. One second, Zhao Wen felt that he was right, and the next second, he felt that it was arrogant. He was brought into the logic circle and didn’t realize what the problem was.

Seeing that he was going to turn Zhao Wen into a lunatic and a fool, Song finally stopped and caught the fish he wanted. Zhao Wen didn’t ask why he could fish with a straight hook. He could do such a thing, but Song, who became a fairy, couldn’t do it without reason.

However, Song took the black, long, slippery fish from the hook of Liao Shi Yu Wu. Zhao Wen took a look and found that he didn’t know him. Also, these cultivators don’t need to eat, and even the most knowledgeable people, they are only knowledgeable on those instruments and exercises.

After talking for the whole afternoon, Zhao Wen was no longer attached to his little melancholy, and asked directly: “What kind of fish is this?”

Song Que said: “Silk fish, there are less spines and more meat, there is a way to cut them fresh. Your tongue.”

Zhao Wen felt uncomfortable with this description and rolled his tongue unconsciously. Song seemed to notice something, and gave him a strange look. Zhao Wen immediately straightened his chest, raised his head, and accepted Song Que’s examination. Song but grabbed the fish and walked to the kitchen, and Zhao Wen followed behind him and asked, “It’s good, how did you think of being

a cook?”

Song said lazily: “Personal hobby.”

The person who cut the fish fresh, chopped off the head of the fish as soon as he came up, gave the black fish a treat, washed the fish’s internal organs, and began to scrape the fish fillet after it was all clean.

Zhao Wen eats the slack, seeing that he is skilled in his technique, and he scrapes the fish fillet quickly and beautifully. After thinking about it, he asked, “Where did you learn all these dishes?”

Song said calmly, “Open this dish. Before the restaurant, I had traveled all over the country and learned all kinds of dishes. After opening this restaurant, there is a rule in my restaurant to exchange dishes for dishes. In addition, when I have nothing to do, I will think about it myself. Recipes are learned over time.”

Zhao Wen heard the novelty. He has been cultivating truth in his two lifetimes, and he has never seen anyone living like this: “How do you change the dishes for you, and give you a recipe? Or do you want to make one for you?”

Song Que smiled . : “It’s all right, you can change it as you like. Not all chefs, but also some famous talents, are as delicious as me. It’s just that I learn how to cook it, and they are delicious. These dishes are recorded, both like recipes and food reviews. Some methods are also hearsay, I started to change three dishes to be able to eat, but there are also those weird recipes that can really be used, and the food they make is a unique It’s delicious. The dish I made today is a recipe written by a great genius named Shen. He wrote a lot of recipes in one go, all of which are beautiful and not often found.”

Zhao asked Even more curious, he looked at it with a pestle. Song didn’t chase him away, but just stood there with him, concentrating on scraping the remaining fish fillets.

Zhao Wen was not a cook after all, but he saw that Song was scraping very fast, and the fish slices were thin and clear, and almost every slice was the same thickness. The answer is yes, he can do it, but he doesn’t know if he can be as stable and easy as Song is.

But Song quickly scraped a whole fish into fillets stacked on a plate. Before processing the next step, he picked up a thin piece of fish and asked Zhao, “Would you like to try it?”

Zhao Wen’s face changed slightly, and he said, “Isn’t this raw?”

Song Que’s mouth was slightly raised: “You guys are really old-fashioned, yuzu, or yusheng, this is a famous dish, haven’t you heard of it?”

Zhao Wen couldn’t stand Song Que’s ridicule, and when he heard him say that, he immediately took the piece of raw fish and put it in his mouth, chewing with disgust. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. Zhao Wen always felt that the sashimi had a fishy smell. Although the fish itself was slightly sweet, it was not enough to cover the taste.

Song Que saw Zhao Wen’s expression and knew that he couldn’t eat it, and said with a smile, “Is it delicious?”

Zhao Wen frowned. He didn’t want to say that this fish noodle was delicious, but Song said it was a famous dish in the mortal world, and naturally it has its own advantages. If he alone said that this fish noodle It’s not delicious, but it seems that he has no taste. Zhao Wen didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of Song Que, but he didn’t want to be too ignorant of his conscience, so he vaguely said: “It’s okay.”

Only then did Song Que reveal his true intentions, pretending to be puzzled: “Really? It seems Heiyu I can also make raw fish. I have tasted all kinds of raw fish before, and I only picked a few raw ones that are not fishy and have more flavor. This black fish was not among them, but depending on your taste, maybe I am biased. ”

Zhao Wen’s face turned blue and then white, and finally said, “You

did it on purpose.” Song Que happily picked a small bowl and poured vegetable oil into it. It is a common practice, although using meat oil to make this pot sticker mullet won’t make much difference, Song still thinks that using plain oil will be more refreshing.

Zhao Wen played a bit of fun and ran into the hall angrily, apparently not wanting to watch Song but cooking, but Song was not as good as he wanted.

Song Que took the ham from the wall and quickly sliced the ham. Song Que did not have any requirements on the shape of the ham, as long as the sliced ham was smaller than the mullet slices. In fact, if you only pursue aesthetics, Song is not unable to trim the sliced ham into an oval shape, and then sandwich it in the fish fillet neatly, but it is hard to waste some ham pieces. The chopped ham is collected and saved for next use, and it is too squeak.

Anyway, the requirement of having all the colors, flavors, and smells is sometimes absent here in Song Que—he is an unprincipled cook, and cooking depends on his mood.

Song wanted to ask for speed, so it wouldn’t take much effort to slice the ham. If Zhao Wen was still here and saw Song Que’s work, he wouldn’t be able to ask the previous question. He knew very well that he couldn’t do it.

Song Que didn’t want to show off his skills either. After he finished slicing, he put a stack of mullet slices in his left hand, ham slices in his right hand, and a bowl of oil on the frying pan. The two plates were placed on each side of the frying pan, and they were brought out together.

Since the last time he made soup for Xiao Shan in the hall, Song Que simply cut a hole in the middle of the table in the hall, and made a stove similar to a modern hot pot, but the working principle was different. Technology, relying exclusively on formations to play hooligans.

Zhao Wen was stunned when he saw Song but took out all his things. He realized that he couldn’t avoid this guy, and he looked childish if he tried to hide. He snorted and sat there.

Song put the things on the table and asked Zhao, “Where’s the mullet pot stickers? It tastes the best when you eat it right now.”

After he finished speaking, he took the lead.

The meat of the mullet is tender and does not carry much oil, but Song whips up a piece, applies a little oil with a small brush, then presses the ham slices up, adds a little more oil, and finally pats a piece of mullet. Two mullet slices sandwiched a ham slice to become the initial mullet pot stickers. Because the ham is strong, there is no need to add more seasonings, but Song brushed enough oil on both sides of the pot stickers and put them in the pot.

Song, however, counted that the time was almost up, and turned the pot stickers over again. The white fish on the previous side was fried slightly yellow, with melted grease on it, which was delicious. The ham slices in the middle are eaten both raw and cooked. As long as the fish on both sides is fried, it can be eaten. Song has brushed the oil between the fish slices and the ham slices, so that when the fish slices are cooked, both sides of the ham can be slightly fried. , it tastes crispy and delicious. Seeing that this piece was fried, Song turned over the dishes that were always on the table, put them in the dishes, and pushed them to Zhao Wen, signaling him to eat them.

Zhao Wen was embarrassed to use his chopsticks at first, but seeing that Song had already prepared the next pot stickers for himself, he looked at the hot mullet pot stickers in the bowl, and put down his chopsticks anyway.

A mullet pot sticker is not big, but it’s not too small, like the palm of a ten-year-old child’s hand. Zhao Wen thought that one bite was not elegant enough, so he only took half of the first bite. As soon as this salty, fresh and fragrant pot sticker entered, the feeling of the hot oil brought him into memory.

Zhao Wen couldn’t help but think, when was the last time he had a mouthful of hot food like this? Was it before he went up the mountain? How old was he then?

These doubts filled Zhao Wen’s head, and he couldn’t answer for a while, so he took another bite.

This dish does not use any seasoning, because the taste of the ingredients themselves are rich enough, and they complement each other even better. The ham is lean and mainly salty and fragrant. Because it has been fried in oil, it has absorbed part of the oil, not so dry wood, and has a fried aroma. The mullet meat on both sides is sweet, but not too sweet. It may be bland when eaten alone, but the ham slices neutralize the domineering salty fragrance.

If Zhao Wen was asked to evaluate this dish, it would be just right. Just as the ancients described beauty as “Pink is too white, Shizhu is too red”, this dish also means this.

Zhao Wen chewed the remaining bite slowly, and the familiar feeling of eating really helped him recall the past. Before going up the mountain in his teens, he had parents. Zhao Wen’s parents have only his one child, and they raised them like jewels, but it’s a pity that he was born weak and always looked like he couldn’t raise them.

Master Song Que happened to pass by, and the Zhao family’s parents heard the news, so they carried Zhao Wen, who was still sick in his teens, to the Immortal Master and begged the Immortal Master for treatment.

Master Song Que saw that Zhao Wen’s aptitude was good. Although his talent was weak, he was easy to cultivate, but his poor parents couldn’t afford it. After thinking about it, Master Song Que suggested that Zhao Wen should take away Cultivation, so that he could grow up safely and be a hundred years old.

The parents of the Zhao family were reluctant to part with their only child, and in the end they sent him to Miaochong Mountain for him to live for a long time. When he first went to Miao Chong Mountain, Zhao Wen thought about his parents every day.

When I was in my early ten years, I was neither too young nor too big, and I gradually forgot my parents.

There is a saying that cultivators cut off the fate of the world. As soon as they enter the gate of immortality, the only thing they think about in the end is cultivating. In the last life, Zhao Wen didn’t even know when his parents died.

When Zhao Wen thought of this, his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Now is the sixty-third year of his life. His parents may have passed away, or they may still be alive. Do you want to take a look?

Zhao Wen knew that this answer should be affirmative. But he was a little scared, afraid that he would only get a handful of loess when he went there. The fragmented and tender fragments of memory were the last destined part of the past and present.

Seeing his expression, Song knew that what he was thinking of was not a happy thing. This is not surprising. There are thousands of worries and a hundred worries in the world. How many people who come to his restaurant do not cry?

But Song finished cooking the mullet pot stickers and brought two jars of wine from the wine cellar.

[End of This Chapter]