Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

It's still dark.

The Oolong in the kennel shook its tail twice and fell down again.

Aunt Zhang walked through the small door and saw the note in the kitchen. She folded it and stuffed it into her apron, took her silver and went to the market to buy vegetables.

The sky is purple and the rooster crows.

Stab.

The white thick soup is boiling in the iron bucket, dried Sichuan peppercorns are put into the oil pan, and shredded eels are stir-fried. The spicy aroma fills the entire courtyard.

Fan Xinglai, who got up early in the morning to give Chishan a bath, washed away the dead grass in the stable, came over smelling the strong and spicy fragrance, and lay down on the window with Wulong, salivating.

"Aunt Zhang, what do you want to eat?"

"noodle!"

"What noodles?"

"Saury noodles, shredded eel noodles, plus two side dishes, spring bamboo shoots and pickled vegetables, green beans, pickles and fried tofu."

Fan Xinglai felt his stomach growl.

Liang Qu was not at home, so the old monk mostly ate vegetarian food, so he kept some money for food. He had meat for every meal, but it was not as rich as usual, and he didn't add any pepper, star anise, or cinnamon aniseed.

“What about the soup? It’s not beef bones stewed in it?”

"It's for making soup, and it's stewed with bones and tendons for Oolong to eat. Do you want it, Ah Xing? Can I get a piece for you?"

After speaking, Aunt Zhang inserted a large piece of ox bone.

Oolong's ears stood up and he turned to look at Fan Xinglai with a faint look in his eyes.

Fan Xinglai sneered twice: "Forget it, forget it, Oolong is not enough."

In the courtyard.

Liang Qu dances with fubo, sharp light flows, smooth and freehand.

I fell asleep at midnight and heard the chickens dancing at dawn. I was full of energy and didn't feel tired at all. After sleeping at home, I washed away the bumps and dust of the past few days, but I was still hungry.

I went out to a restaurant on the road at noon yesterday and haven't had a meal since. When I first smelled the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns, I moved my index finger.

Putting down the fubo in his hand, Liang Qu wiped away the hot sweat, put on his clothes and went to the kitchen to ask when dinner would be served.

"My boss!" When Aunt Zhang saw Liang Qu, she hurriedly explained, "I told you I can do it alone. If your uncle insists on coming to help, there is nothing he can do to stop him."

"Uncle?"

Liang Qu was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Su Guishan, who was helping to add firewood to the stove behind the stove, with a strange look on his face.

Su Guishan broke off the fine wood, stuffed it into the stove, and enjoyed it: "Idleness is also idle, you can't eat free rice, right?"

Aunt Zhang quickly interrupted: "My uncle is joking, how can it be free rice..."

Liang Qu was stunned.

Su Guishan faked his death and hid in his home. Only Xu Yuelong and a few senior officials knew about it, but it was impossible not to show up. After all, there were three outsiders in the family: Fan Xinglai, Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Li. Is this how the relationship is called to the outside world?

never mind.

Liang Qu thought for a while, it didn't matter.

Anyway, at the age of twenty-nine, Su Guishan had an epiphany while watching the battle between Qian Shun and the navy, and worked hard to become stronger. Now he is more than sixty years old in founding the country, or eighty years if not a hundred. He will not suffer any loss if he calls him "uncle".

"When will it be better?"

"After frying this pot of eel, it will be ready soon."

"become."

When Liang Qu saw that the basin was full of mostly cooked eels, he did not leave. He sat at the table and waited. He left a message last night specifically for this fresh bite.

When all the dishes were served, Aunt Zhang put down the colander to scald the noodles and spread them out in a large bowl.

Put shredded ginger on the bottom of a large bowl, then plate the fried crispy eel into strips, then add a spoonful of hot stock to soak until soft, add noodles, and finally put a layer of saury or shredded eel on top, and sprinkle with chopped green onion.

Fan Xing came over to take the bowl, and Oolong ran to call the old monk.

Everyone comes together and looks the same.

The old monk first held the bowl and used chopsticks to smack the noodles.

Su Guishan took out a pair of chopsticks and flicked them twice. He had never seen such thick noodles before. Thin noodles were thinner than ordinary noodles, and dragon whisker noodles were thicker.

When you first enter the mouth, the taste is a bit special, elastic and breaks when you bite it, which is quite strange, but after you get used to it, it has a unique flavor, refreshing and clean.

Especially the deep-fried eel at the bottom. The bones and blood are clean, as thick as a finger, and the ginger shreds are used to remove the fishy smell. It is soaked until it is crispy and soft. You can fully absorb the soup and take a sip. With that warm feeling, it tastes fresh from the beginning to the end. tail.

It’s no wonder that you have to eat it while it’s hot. Su Guishan has eaten a lot of good things. Noodles with this kind of texture will be completely different if left for a little longer. This is the refreshing taste that you eat.

After eating a bowl in one go, your stomach feels warm and comfortable, and the pores all over your body relax.

Su Guishan looked at Aunt Zhang: "Is this method of thin noodles and vegetables unique to Huainan? Why have I never seen it before?"

Aunt Zhang smiled and said: "It's all taught by my boss. It's not ready yet this time. Normally, the soup needs to be prepared at night and stewed for three or four hours. My boss came back in a hurry last night. I bought the bones and came back too late. I only stewed them." In an hour and a half, uncle, you will be there."

Su Guishan turned around in surprise: "Did you teach me that?"

"I don't have any hobbies on weekdays. I think about what I like to eat. I don't eat from time to time. It happens that saury and spring bamboo shoots are in season. The eel is a little bit worse, but the summer heat is coming soon. I thought I would entertain you, so I specially made a pasta breakfast."

The Western Army pioneered and introduced many foreign varieties. Dashun cuisine is in a prosperous period of vigorous development.

Liang Qu stands on the shoulders of giants. From time to time, he comes up with an idea and asks Aunt Zhang to implement it.

After two years, I have enough spices and ingredients. In terms of craftsmanship, I am no worse than ordinary restaurant cooks, and I am better than others in the variety of recipes.

For this reason, Liang Qu specially raised his salary. It was initially 800 cents per month. Later, after being pried into, it was raised to 1,500 cents per month. Now it is 22, 30 cents per month. As a woman, this is appropriate. of high-income people.

"Very good!"

In front of the delicious food, Su Guishan stopped talking and moved his chopsticks.

Two quarters of an hour.

Try all three toppings including saury, eel, spring bamboo shoots and pickled vegetables.

Eating more than ten bowls of soup and noodles, a layer of fine hot sweat appeared on my forehead, and I made a conclusion.

The spring bamboo shoots were refreshing, the knife fish was delicious, and the eel was satisfying!

I found a whole fat eel at the bottom of the bowl. I ate it in a few bites. It was half crispy and half soft. The rich soup flavor squeezed out between the crispy skin and the chewy eel meat. It was the most enjoyable!

Aunt Zhang was stunned.

It was normal for the boss to eat. How could an old man with gray beard, a famous martial artist, eat so much?

But when she thought that the master with an older face was not bad, Aunt Zhang got used to it again.

The empty bowls were piled up, Su Guishan's face was flushed, and he exhaled a breath of hot air.

He was comfortable eating.

"It's great! I've eaten delicious food for decades. Not to mention precious fish and precious meat, there are few ordinary breakfasts that can give me such a fresh feeling! You know how to eat! The chef in my house is not as good as you."

Including the pond, the small courtyard is only four acres, less than one-tenth of the Huaiyin Su Mansion. There is nothing new. I never thought there would be such an unexpected surprise. And from what Liang Qu said, there are obviously many recipes.

Su Guishan took out a handkerchief and wiped off the hot sweat. He was in a good mood. He took out a small dark green wooden box from his waist and gently placed it on the table.

"Uncle, this..."

Liang Qu recognized that this kind of treasure box is generally used to store precious plants.

"You have also cultivated the golden body, right? I heard from the old monk that cultivating the golden body is best aided by precious plants with similar appearances but different attributes.

When I came here, I picked some from the mansion and found a water and fire vine. It was too late yesterday, so I didn't give it to you. It's just right to give it to you as a gift today, and also as rent."

The old monk put the chopsticks together and placed them flat on the bowl: "It's a good material."

The implication is that you can accept it.

Liang Qu was overjoyed.

He heard from the fat catfish last night that the old toad claimed to be the owner of the pond and accepted Su Guishan's gift, a top-quality precious lotus, and was thinking about how to find a reason to cheat it back, but he didn't expect that he also had a share.

Uncle recognized it and it was not wronged!