The shanty slaves watched Qi Lu scoop out old rice and put it aside for soaking. They also watched Qi Lu pick up a few "stinky" pickled bamboo shoots from the "stinky" bronze basket and soak them with clean water.

Ziba, Ziba, and then casually threw it into the bronze pan.

Pan is also called Chengpan, which is actually what we call a plate in modern times.

With the aged rice and the authentic-tasting sour bamboo shoots, it was the right time and the right place. Qi Lu had already decided on the rice noodle soup in his mind, and all he had to do was find the other ingredients.

Qi Lu was looking around again, and the diners and slaves were anxiously thinking about it. They responded to the sentence "The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuchs are in a hurry." As the official owner of the bet, Qi Lu was not in a hurry at all, and was steady and steady.

, with a calm expression on his face.

Qi Lu opened a cauldron. In this era, the cauldron was a meat utensil, and of course it was also an important sacrificial item. The emperor and the princes all used sacrificial vessels like the cauldron.

Qi Lu opened the mouth of the tripod and fanned it gently with his hands. A strong aroma of meat came to his face. It turned out to be a pot of thick pork soup. Just by smelling it, you can tell how mellow it is.

Delicious.

Seeing that Qi Lu finally found a "decent" ingredient, the diners and slaves breathed a sigh of relief and said repeatedly: "Heng people, this is the pork meat that the little people have been cooking since the morning. It's a good meal."

Cooked for a long time, the meat is soft and tender, falling off the bones, melting in your mouth, fresh..."

Before the waiter slave finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and he was frozen in place as if his shell was stuck. He stared at Qi Lu pouring out the broth from the cauldron without even looking at the salty and fragrant soup that had been boiled off the bones.

A look at the pork.

The waiter slave said uncertainly: "Heng people... you... don't want this pork meat?"

Qi Lu said firmly: "No."

The waiter slave was confused again: "Just... this watery soup?"

When the soup was poured out, there was no meat at all, not even a scrap of meat. Normally, the princes and gentlemen ate meat, but the slaves could never eat a mouthful of meat in their lives, so they secretly took a sip of the broth left by the gentlemen.

It was so beautiful that they never imagined that one day, a mere Heng man, a small official, would actually leave the meat and pour soup for the gentleman to eat.

There is an ancient article in the high school textbook "The Ignorance of the Country", which tells the story of King Hui of Liang's consultation with Mencius. Mencius described to King Hui of Liang a "beautiful" scene of governing the country. It said that a ruled country has "five

"Those who are ten years old can wear silk" and "those who are seventy years old can eat meat" means that if the country is well governed, then people who are fifty years old can wear silk, and people who are seventy years old can eat meat!

King Hui of Liang still lived in the Warring States Period hundreds of years later. Think about how difficult it was for ordinary people to eat meat during the Spring and Autumn Period hundreds of years ago. Perhaps it was really "it is difficult to eat meat, it is difficult to reach the sky", so it can be said that

One can only imagine how surprised and even horrified the slaves were when they saw Qi Lu pouring out the broth. This was extremely disrespectful...

Qi Lu spoke in front of everyone's dumbfounded gazes and said calmly: "What is this?"

The waiter slaves came back to their senses and cheered up. They seemed to have seen their own death, and they answered bravely: Huiheng people are... snails.

That's right, it's field snails. Qi Lu has been looking for the ingredients for a long time. With just this ingredient, Qi Lu can make delicious food!

Qi Lu smiled and said very kindly: "Can you help me clean this basket of snails, take a dip in them, and spit out the sand and mud?"

Qi Lu's face has always been good-looking, with a pair of phoenix eyes that are slightly dangling. He smiles slightly, and that smile seems to fly into the hearts of others. In addition, he has just received a whipping punishment, and his body is very weak. Therefore, his face is slightly pale and there is no aggression at all. When he smiles, he has an indescribable temperament, gentle but not harsh, giving people a wonderful feeling of being trustworthy.

"Okay, okay!" The slaves didn't know why, but they just felt Qi Lu smile. Before they had time to think about it, they had already agreed verbally, and their hands were busy. They unconsciously took the basket of snails and cleaned them quickly. , as if a demon was stunned.

Aged rice, authentic sour bamboo shoots, a pot of pork soup, and a basket of snails, Qi Lu's smile appeared on his face again...

"Isn't it better yet? How long do you want me to wait?"

The heat in the dining room gradually steamed up, and an indescribable fragrance filled the air, mixed with a trace of an unfamiliar "sour smell" that could not be explained.

Accompanied by the arrogant voice, the little gentleman stepped into the dining room again, strutting like a big cock that kept shaking its head and tail. When he walked in and was about to curse, he immediately covered his mouth and nose, frowned in disgust and said: "What does it smell like? It's so smelly." , it’s really despicable!”

"Gudong!" As soon as his words fell, the knees of the diners and slaves went weak. They were all so frightened that they unconsciously fell to the ground and grabbed the ground with their heads. They were trembling so hard that they didn't dare to raise their heads. They were so silent that no one dared to say a word.

Only Qi Lu was holding a wooden support in his hand, with a big bowl of soup usually placed on it. The hot breath came out of the bowl one after another, rich and "weird". Speaking of fragrance, it smelled It has a slight sour odor, which is said to be smelly, but it has endless aftertaste. Most people don't like to smell the smell, but this smell makes you smell it for the first time, and you want to smell it a second time. Smell it carefully. A clear and strange magic power, layers of sometimes rich, sometimes spicy fragrance, layer upon layer, distinct layers, endless aftertaste in this humble bowl of the ocean.

Qi Lu's pale and frail face was as calm as water, and he replied calmly: "Returning to the gentleman, the name of this dish is... snail noodles."

"Snail noodles!?" Mr. Ji stared at the sea bowl in Qi Lu's hand. The soup was brown and smelled spicy, adding a touch of heat to the already increasingly hot late spring. Mr. Ji was extremely disgusted and said with a sneer: "Okay. Ah! How dare you, a little official, deceive me, that your so-called snail noodles do not contain the rice I requested!"

Qi Lu smiled slightly and said calmly: "What the gentleman said is wrong. The gentleman asked in advance that the shape of the rice should not be visible, so Lu Te soaked and ground the rice and cooked it into rice noodles. Although the rice noodles did not have the shape of rice, they still had rice. It's fragrant and sweet, but it's more elastic and silky smooth than rice."

Qi Lu glanced at the hot snail noodles and added: "The soup of this snail noodles does not use the methods of boiling, chunwu, cannonball, cannon, soaking, pounding, liver and so on. The law can be guaranteed with the head on your neck. It is a taste that a gentleman has never tasted. Please rest assured."

The young gentleman listened to Qi Lu's eloquent words, and his face slowly turned blue and turned green little by little.

"Humph!" The young gentleman smiled contemptuously and said, "Even if these powders are indeed made from rice, your soup does not use the Bazhen method. It is indeed in line with my requirements, but I am ugly. Up front, if you, a fan like me, are not to my liking, you will also be punished by death!"

There was no trace of fear on Qi Lu's face, instead there was a hint of smile, because the most impossible thing in the world is for someone to say that Qi Lu's cooking skills are not good. He didn't do it before and he won't do it in the future. .

Qi Lu said calmly: "A gentleman might as well give it a try. After trying it, whether you want to kill or behead him, Lu... I will do whatever you want."

"What a loud tone!" The young gentleman said "papa" and clapped his hands twice, but he did not touch the snail noodles. Instead, he pushed the thug next to him and raised his chin.

The thug immediately bowed and flattered: "The villain is trying the dishes for the gentleman!"

As he spoke, the waiter slaves immediately presented bronze beans and a small bronze dagger. The dagger was not a dagger. In this era, a dagger was something similar to a spoon. Although food utensils such as "chopsticks" had appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period, But ancient people still liked to eat with their hands, and they only used daggers to ladle soup.

A large bowl of snail noodles was served hot, but it was too hot. The thug used a small dagger to remove some of the noodles and soup from the bowl, and placed it in a bronze adzuki bean. At first glance, the taste was so "weird" that the thug almost got smoked. He made a somersault, like a strong man breaking his wrist, frowning, frowning, pressing his thick lips into a thin line, and took a sip of the snail noodle soup in an upright manner.

"Ho--!"

The thug's eyes widened immediately with an extremely exaggerated expression. The young gentleman Ji beside him was so frightened that he thought Qi Lu, a small official, was so bold that he poisoned the soup. He was about to scold him when he heard the thug exclaim: " This...is so delicious! Little man, little man has never tasted anything like this before! I didn’t expect it to smell so bad at first, but eating it is like nectar!”

The waiter slaves looked around and asked each other, one by one turned into wooden chickens, pinning their hands and not knowing where they were. The old rice and pork soup, and the humble snails that even the gentlemen didn't even look at. In addition, there were a few stinking pickled bamboo shoots. If the thug hadn't lost his sense of taste, how could he have said such nonsense?!

The young gentleman also didn't believe it, "Get out of here, you idiot!"

He pushed the thug away, scooped up a mouthful of snail noodle soup with a small dagger, and took a sip of it into his mouth...

The slaves immediately held their breath, because in their eyes, the snail noodles eaten as a sacrifice to the young gentleman were obscene and despicable. This sin was actually no different from "poisoning". The slaves watched Qi Lu eat several of the most despicable things. The ingredients are put together, how can I not be nervous, it can be said to be frightening.

The young gentleman Ji seemed to have made up his mind. Compared with the thugs, his reaction was probably the difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps. He opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief, even though the young gentleman Ji tried his best to hide "It tastes delicious." "Why is it so delicious?" The expression is still really painted on the face, clearly and clearly!

The little gentleman stood still for a while, without saying a word, without saying a word, and he didn't mind the heat. He immediately picked up the large bronze bowl, held it in one hand, and used a small dagger in the other to pull out the rice noodles and pickled bamboo shoots. As if eating watermelon, Xili stuffed it into his mouth with a grunting sound, as if he was afraid that others would steal his food.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, there were no chili peppers that modern people eat, but the five flavors of "sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty" have existed since ancient times. The spicy food eaten by our ancestors was led by ginger. In addition to ginger, there is also "birds don't tread on it", which is actually Yuejiao.

, the ancients called it raccoon seeds. The spiciness of raccoon seeds is not exciting enough, and it is time-consuming and laborious to pick and make raspberry oil. Therefore, after the chili pepper was introduced to China in the later period, raccoon seeds slowly withdrew from the stage of the seasoning industry.

The dining room is the dining room of a gentleman's family. If you want to find some raspberry oil, it will be a waste. Qi Lu slightly improved the spiciness of the snail noodles. It just so happened that the gentleman had never eaten food that was too spicy. If it suddenly became too spicy,

, it is unbearable to offer sacrifices to a young gentleman, and it will be a bad thing.

This bowl of snail noodles is fragrant, fresh, spicy, sour and salty!

Moreover, the soup has just been boiled, piping hot and spicy. Although it is late spring and the weather is getting hotter, sipping on such a bowl of snail noodles will make you break into a hot sweat, just in time to drive away the moisture from the heavy rain. It can be said to be refreshing from the stomach.

When it reaches the top of the head, doesn't it answer Qi Lu's words - just right.

At first, Ji Junzi just wanted to take a bite, then he threw the big bowl at Qi Lu's feet and asked him why he was fooling himself with such pig food, but...

But after he took a bite, his hands were not his own, and his mouth was not his mouth. He reluctantly shoveled the rice noodles into his mouth, as if he had never seen the world, and in the blink of an eye he filled a big bowl.

The bowl of snail noodles was completely eaten, not even a bit of perm was left.

Bang——

The young gentleman put the empty bronze bowl on the table, and the thug quickly handed over the silk towel and wiped his mouth. After the young gentleman was full, he felt completely embarrassed, "Ahem!" He coughed hard and said

: "Indeed...it's indeed pretty good and edible."

The young gentleman held back these words. When the servant slaves heard this, they almost cried with joy. No one expected that with a few extremely humble ingredients, Qi Lu actually asked everyone to escape and ascend to heaven!

The little gentleman Ji had had enough, but his face was very painful. The bet that he thought was a sure win was now completely lost. Perhaps for the first time since he was born, the little gentleman Ji snorted and turned around to leave.

"Gentleman, please stay." Unexpectedly, at this time Qi Lu said "desperately" and smiled slightly. Although his smile was not arrogant, it was not humble at all, and said: "Gentleman and Lu have a bet beforehand. If it is rice,

If you do well, not only will you not be blameless, but you will also be rewarded. Nowadays, the gentleman loves and praises snail noodles. I wonder what the gentleman rewards?"

"Reward..." The little gentleman felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. He didn't know if he had eaten the powder too fast just now, and it was all stuffed in his stomach. It couldn't go up or down, and it made his stomach hurt!

The young gentleman is so angry that a small official in the kitchen is asking for a reward for himself! But there is nothing he can do. After all, he has said something in front of him, and all the "ugly words" have been said in the past. If he breaks his promise, wouldn't he be beaten by the sacrifice family?

Face?

The little gentleman's eyes were rolling around, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed randomly, and said nonchalantly: "I'll reward... I'll reward you for this little bitch!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at a small gray-headed and earth-faced dog tied in front of a large wooden stake in the open space at the door of the dining room...

…

The weather in late spring is sultry and depressing.

King Zhou Ping died of illness in the fifty-first year of his reign, and his eldest grandson, Prince Lin, ascended the throne. Who would have expected that at this very moment, a strange phenomenon would appear in the sky, which would confuse Shou's heart. This was a celestial phenomenon that heralded the death of the king and chaos in the world.

I don't know if it was because of Yinghuo, but the new king Lin suddenly fell into a coma before he came to the throne. The Zhou royal family was in chaos, and Dazai Heijian was forced to take charge of the overall situation and shoulder the heavy responsibility of supervising the country.

Prince Lin felt a severe tightness in his chest, and his mind was filled with dizziness. After being confused for a long time, he finally had some strength to open his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several daring strangers surrounding him. One of them was arrogant and pointed a disrespectful finger at him.

"Insolent!" Prince Lin shouted angrily: "I am the orthodox member of the Zhou Dynasty, how can I tolerate your disrespect!"

"Woof woof!"

However, as soon as Prince Lin opened his mouth, the deep magnetic voice disappeared and was replaced by a milky cry.

Qi Lu followed the little gentleman's direction and looked over, and saw the little local dog shaking its head, baring its teeth, and looking "ferocious". However, because it was still a small puppy, its head was a bit big, and it almost swung its tail while barking wildly.

The center of gravity lost its balance and fell to the ground. The little dog had the insight: "Woof woof woof woof woof, woof woof woof woof!"

The sacrifice to the young gentleman was intentional. Although he had said it first, but in response to that sentence, the richer the person, the more instigating he was. The sacrifice to the young gentleman was an iron rooster, and naturally he did not want to do anything good to Qi Lu.

The native dog still looks like a little milk dog, covered in gray and very ordinary in appearance, but because of its small size, it has a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain, and its milk smells milky, which is quite pitiful.

It's a pity...it's not worth a penny.
Chapter completed!