After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 245 Red Soup

  Li Shuang stood on the turret watching their backs, feeling heavy in his heart.

  Stay or go? It would be a life-and-death gamble for anyone, but he has decided to stay.

  To his surprise, Li Zhi also chose to stay behind instead of taking advantage of the chaos to escape from Dunyu.

  Uncle Li is currently on bail pending trial. If he leaves Dunyu City, the deposit of 150,000 taels of silver will be confiscated, and he will not be able to return to Li's house.

   But the Li family doesn't care about this money, and I believe Li Zhi doesn't care either.

  Li Shuang had always believed that this uncle was mediocre and impulsive, but this time his concentration was surprisingly good.

  He was very unhappy. If Li Zhi escaped, the Li family would be left without a master again, and he would easily be in charge.

  Now, he has to wait another month.

  The situation in Dunyu City changed every day, and he really couldn't wait.

  …

  It was getting dark, and Ding Zuodong also arrived at Hesu Building.

  Shan Youjun came with him. Today's Dunyu City is full of chaos, and Ding Zuodong is full of valuable contracts, for fear of being robbed.

  Few restaurants in the city are open for business today, with the exception of Hesu Restaurant.

  From the cook to the waiter, Ding Zuodong has promised a lot of money. Of course, the most important thing is that this restaurant is now owned by Young Master He, and the owner as a weather vane is so calm, the servants are reluctant to take it easy.

  However, this time-honored restaurant only has two tables of guests tonight. They are both regulars and alcoholics, and they will come before the sky falls.

  Ding Zuodong sniffed as soon as he came in: there was an indescribable fragrance in the air.

  As a serious lover of fried peanuts, he can tell that there must be a thick and thick oily aroma inside, but what is the rest of the smell, which can be domineering and drill into people's lungs?

  He called the guy over and asked, "Where is the boss? Also, what kind of food does the back kitchen make? It's so delicious!"

   Guys answer both questions in one sentence:

   "My boss has been in the back kitchen for two hours, saying that no one has been seen except you."

  Ding Zuodong and Shan Youjun were very surprised. At this juncture, the owner actually soaked in the kitchen and stayed all afternoon?

  He has such a big heart, the outside world is about to turn upside down!

  The two rushed to the back kitchen, but unexpectedly saw Mao Tao outside the door. Ding Zuodong knew that this was He Lingchuan's horse boy, but he didn't expect that this person got a chair and sat at the door, actually guarding the door.

   Fortunately, Mao Tao also recognized Ding Zuodong, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Boss, Guanshi Ding is here!"

  He Lingchuan's voice came from the kitchen: "Director Ding, please come in."

  Mao Tao stood up and gave way.

  The curiosity of the two of them was already full, they walked in and saw that there was no one else in the kitchen except He Lingchuan.

   "Boss, what is this?"

  There are one basin after another on the table. At first count, there are twenty or thirty of them. Fortunately, this is a big restaurant, and the number of tableware is astonishing. The basin is filled with red...

  Ding Zuodong pointed to the basin: "Wait a minute, is this oil?"

  He was sure that the strange fragrance came from the basin. But the bright red liquid in the basin is full of red gold, which always gives people a murderous feeling.

  He Lingchuan came over: "Yes. How are you doing today?"

  He could smell oil all over his body, especially his hair was very sticky.

  As soon as he talked about the results of the battle, the wrinkles on Ding Zuodong's face stretched out: "It's taken! My boss, we successfully took down the 'oil tiger'!" After speaking, he took out a stack of contracts from his arms and handed them over. "I also took the opportunity to buy two shops today, 30 acres of irrigated fields, it's too cheap to let it go."

  Shan Youjun poked his head aside: "An old brand that specializes in sesame oil, 'Oil Tiger'?"

"Is there a second one, unless it's fake!" Ding Zuodong was so excited, "Originally, the 'Oil Tiger' was going to be sold to the Shu family, but I cut it off, and the bid was ten taels higher than the Shu family! Hehe, no matter what. They're all ten taels tall. You haven't seen that cub of the Shu family, his face is as angry as a pig's liver."

  Back then, he was kicked out by the Shu family on a random charge, and he was full of suffocation until now, and finally let out a little bit of it.

   "He bid with you?" He Lingchuan held up a large spoon, scooping something from the boiling pot.

   "Only once. I gave him a few words, and he flung his sleeves and fled."

The last time the uncle of the Shu family saw Ding Zuodong, he still looked at people with his nostrils, and sent him away with a dime; this time, by coincidence, it was still the same steward, but Ding Zuodong was so angry that he dared not even speak back, so he had to resent gone.

  The feeling of bullying others can't be said to be refreshing, it can only be regarded as refreshing.

   Ding Zuodong once again felt that the thigh in front of him was hugged correctly.

   "Congratulations to my boss, the whole industry of 'Oil Tiger', including more than ten hectares of fields, five oil mills, and seven oil stores, are all yours!"

   One of the key products of Dunyu and its surrounding areas is oil.

  Peanut oil, rapeseed oil, and sesame oil can be sold both inside and outside the state, and even presented to the capital as tributes.

   "Oil Tiger" is a 30-year-old Dunyu local brand. It even has its own raw material fields, and its quality is controllable. It is very popular among people.

   It has always been one of the key points that Ding Zuodong suggested He Lingchuan should keep in his pocket, but before today, the other party couldn't let it go, he was half-hearted, and even the Shu family couldn't grasp it.

   "If it weren't for the special situation today, I might not be able to win it."

   "You have worked hard." He Lingchuan poured the contents of the pot into a bowl, and then poured the bright red oil in the basin, "Come, taste it."

   The two took the bamboo chopsticks handed over by the host in a daze, and hesitated for a while: "Ah this?"

  This young master He doesn't seem like a person who can cook, could it be a hidden skill?

  Shan Youjun was more cheerful, stretched out his chopsticks, and picked up a piece of meat soup.

   Take another hold, a chopstick of sprouts.

   As soon as he stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, his cheeks slowly stopped, and his eyes became more and more round.

  He Lingchuan didn't see what he wanted to express: "How?"

   Before Shan Youjun could reply, he sneezed twice.

   Thankfully he remembered to turn his head first.

   "Cough! Cough, cough..." Shan Youjun couldn't speak coherently, his face was flushed.

  He Lingchuan was already prepared, took a glass of water, added two **** of ice and snow from the branches outside, and handed it to him: "Just drink it."

  Shan Youjun took it and gulped it, finished it in one breath, and let out a long "ah".

   Ah, relief.

  His performance was too exaggerated, He Lingchuan found a pair of chopsticks, and took a bite to taste.

   Well, not the best taste in memory, but passable. After all, he himself is just a foodie, not a chef.

   "Old Ding, you have a taste."

  Seeing Shan Youjun's performance, Ding Zuodong felt uneasy, but he had no choice but to raise his chopsticks at the request of his boss.

  He didn't know what he ate, but the taste exploded in his mouth.

   Numb, spicy, and fragrant, take turns, and finally burst into a word "fresh".

Huh?

Eh?

  He Lingchuan smiled and asked him: "How?"

   "I, I can't tell." Ding Zuodong felt awkward for the first time, "What did I eat?"

   "Pig red."

   "I'll try it again." Ding Zuodong stretched out his chopsticks, holding another piece of meat soup.

  Shan Youjun watched from the side, couldn't help but said: "Don't you think it's spicy?"

   "Spicy tastes good." Red oil dripped from the corner of Ding Zuodong's mouth, and he didn't realize it, "You are not a local, you don't understand!"

  People in southern Xiazhou like to eat spicy food. He Lingchuan already knew it. There is even a lot of small peppers here.

   Shan Youjun saw that he was enjoying his food, so he couldn't help stretching out his chopsticks again.

  Although it was so hot that it sizzled all the time, the taste was weird. The hotter it was, the more I couldn't stand it, the more I wanted to eat it.

  The two of you took one chopstick and the other, the bowl soon bottomed out, leaving only the red oil. The last sprout was gone, and Ding Zuodong stretched out his chopsticks to scoop it up a few times, feeling unsatisfied.

  Shan Youjun, with smoke coming from his throat, ran outside to chew on the snow.

  He Lingchuan threw two pieces of paper over: "Wipe your mouth."

   "I lost my temper, I lost my temper!" Ding Zuodong wiped his mouth, and the paper was full of red oil, "I made my boss laugh, but this bowl of food is really delicious."

  He went to the water tank to scoop up a spoonful of water to drink, and then went to find a piece of paper.

  It's so spicy, the nose is clear.

  He Lingchuan pointed to the red oil and asked: "Do you think Dunyu people will like this?"

   "Yes!" Ding Zuodong gave a thumbs up, "Definitely, definitely."

  Tunyu people love spicy food, but they have never combined oil, spicy, salty and numb together. With this taste, Ding Zuodong felt that they would definitely tremble from the depths of their souls.

   "Then I'll leave it to you, let the chef of Hesulou study the dishes as soon as possible, and I'll write you the ingredients."

  Since Ding Zuodong took over a time-honored restaurant, He Lingchuan began to think about the "Hundred Fragrance Collection" obtained in Panlong's Dreamland. The spices there indeed have a special preparation method for the "spicy" category. Besides, he has eaten so many malatang, maocai, skewers, and red oil pots in his previous life, and the taste has long been branded in his memory. I can't help but want to eat as soon as I touch it.

  So this afternoon he brought spices from the pharmacy, and started working here.

  Barely succeed.

  As the owner, he will be considered successful at this point, and it is impossible for him to devote more energy. For the latter, it depends on Ding Zuodong and Hesulou.

  Ding Zuodong was full of joy: "We have a medicine shop, and we also have an oil workshop, so it's not a problem to make this. The recipe must be made by a special person to keep it secret, and add another signboard to Hesulou!"

  He Lingchuan laughed: "No matter how secret it is, it will still spread. Even if others don't know it, they will try it."

   Red oil is not difficult at all. Its existence itself points out the way for others.

  Ding Zuodong also understands this truth: "It is a moment to stay a moment longer."

  He Lingchuan scooped up water to wash his hands, and Ding Zuodong said again: "The Zhan family is gone. I heard that their remaining grain and land were sold to the state government, including the farmland that was originally eaten."

   "Before we came to Dunyu, Zhan's family was selling their properties, and half of the people moved out. Now they have no reason to stay." He Lingchuan was not surprised, "Many people also followed Zhan's family, right?"

  Like this kind of big family migration, other small nobles and ordinary people who intend to leave will follow. First, follow the crowd, and second, for safety reasons.

  (end of this chapter)