"The world is absolutely delicious, absolutely delicious!"

Yuan Xuan's body was trembling, and his heart was trembling too.

I still remember that master Hou Junjian once said that there are three realms of seasoning for top chefs: the first realm is to have a variety of tastes and be able to use seasonings perfectly to bring out the aroma of ingredients. If you master this skill, you can join the ranks of top chefs;

The second level is to return the color of the mountain to its color, to look at the mountain as it is, to be able to use at least or even no seasonings, and only use salt to bring out the natural aroma of the ingredients. Such a chef will not count money until his hands cramp, and he will fall asleep.

When the pot is left to cool down, it means living in seclusion and concentrating on studying the food canal. Even if the rich and powerful want to eat one of their dishes, they have to find ways to fawn over them, but they may not be willing to cook it.

But above these two realms, there is an even more powerful realm, which is the realm of the God of Cooking that chefs dream of. Not only is it naturally pure, but it can also make the food taste better through the selection of ingredients and the control of heat.

Come alive!

The so-called "making the taste of food come alive" means that under the control of the chef, the natural taste of food can be separated at will, hitting the gourmet's taste with clear-cut touches, just like the Yangtze River, rolling in, making

Gourmets have broken away from the level of tasting food, but are bombarded, hit, and critically hit by food. This is the ultimate enjoyment, an emperor-like enjoyment!

This method is just like what Buddhism and Taoism say: "Everything is necessary, nothing is done, nothing is done", "There is no food ingredient, no seasoning, it is the eater." When you reach this state, you can reach perfection by just picking it up.

The dishes are exactly the Dao Sanqian. Wanliu Guizong, although there is still some distance to enter the real 'Food Dao', half a foot has already firmly stepped into it.

Zhouyi's snake soup enters the mouth, and the rich and mellow aroma with distinct layers hits you in waves. It is a real nine-day experience, and the taste is continuous. You don't need to worry about it. You have everything; and this layered aroma hits you.

Suddenly, it is like a big river, but also like a needle in a cotton. It not only covers an area, but also attacks in spots. People, whether they know how to eat or not, have to shout for joy, just thinking that they can enjoy this every day.

Especially after adding a spoonful of python heads, not only did it not increase the fishy smell, but it made the soup taste more tender and smooth, and the aroma that came like a tide seemed to have turned into substance, as if it could be played.

Moving your mouth makes your teeth itch, making you want to bite yourself.

"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts!"

Everyone who grabbed the soup bit their own tongue without exception, and each one gasped in pain. However, they couldn't let go of the delicious taste, and ignored the pain. They picked up the bowl and fished it into the pot.

Those who were weaker and lacked strength were pushed out directly. Now no one was showing off their gentlemanly demeanor. All the female diners were pushed outside, no matter how they danced, screamed, acted cute or winked, no one paid any attention to them.

, food, sex, food, food and sex, the eater comes first, who cares if you are a woman now? Even if Xishi Zhao Feiyan came, she would be squeezed out!

Old Man Hong was as ferocious as a cheetah. He was obviously an old guy in his sixties or seventies, but he still had a lot of strength. As soon as he moved his hands, the young people staggered back.

His efforts allowed him to grab eight bowls, and finally aroused public outrage. He was hugged by a dozen grown men, who hugged his legs, pulled his shoulders, and even gave him the life-threatening golden dragon scissors from Master Xing.

After using it, the big man who was desperately locking him was still shouting loudly: "I held this old man down, brothers, help me grab a bowl!"

After some fighting, the half-meter-high pot of snake soup was quickly exhausted, and the group of python brains had long been snatched away. The diners who were still unsatisfied looked at Zhou Yi eagerly, and seemed to have no interest in seeing him.

They all planned to make a pot of snake soup and dispersed in disappointment. However, Yuan Xing held an empty bowl in his hand and stood there in a daze: "I have eaten this bowl of snake soup today, what do you want me to eat in the future?"

.....How dare I make snake soup in the future..."

He muttered two sentences over and over in his mouth, which was not much different from a harried woman. Old man Hong chuckled and said: "Yuan boy, is it time for you to be convinced this time?" His attack just now was fast and ruthless, showing full force.

After seeing his true nature as a glutton, he robbed eight bowls of snake soup, feeling very satisfied at the moment.

"I lost... Yuan is so lucky to be able to eat Master Zhou's snake soup in this life! Master Zhou, please accept my worship..."

He was very bachelor. He walked up to Zhou Yi with a bowl in hand and was about to kneel down. At this moment, in his eyes, the young man in front of him was clearly the representative of the esophagus, the dream in his heart...

"Hey, Master Yuan is promoting my Chinese esophagus overseas, and he is also a disciple of the 'Monkey King'. How can I be worthy of him?"

Zhou Yi was not Old Man Hong, so he quickly supported Yuan Xuan: "Master Yuan, you and I are friends in the kitchen, and we should forget about gambling and other things..."

"You would never dare to make friends in the kitchen. Master Zhou is the contemporary god of cooking. I'm afraid I'm not qualified to be your apprentice."

Yuan Xing, a 'cooking idiot', looked at Zhou Yi with great affection, as if he were in love for the first time: "It would be a great honor for me if I could clean the stove, sharpen knives and wash dishes for Master Zhou. I'm afraid you might think I'm not qualified enough. Look.

Don’t fall in love with me, a stupid student..."

"ah?"

Zhou Yi was immediately shocked, knowing that this man was obsessed with cooking. This kind of person looks cute, but in fact he is the most terrifying. If he doesn't handle him well, he is afraid that he will be entangled with him, and it will be difficult to escape even if he wants to.

No longer able, he quickly changed the subject and said: "This is all a later talk, a later talk, Master Yuan... By the way, Master Yuan, I want to invite Mr. Hong to dinner today, but Master Yuan is too famous.

It’s so big, I can’t make a reservation, you see…”

The so-called place of right and wrong cannot be stayed for a long time. It is better to let this delicious old man have a good meal as soon as possible, find out how to meet Master Huang, and settle the matter of the lion dance first. It is almost dark now, and Zhou Yi is also impatient

Woolen cloth.

"Ah, this is simple and this is simple... Master Zhou, Mr. Hong, please come to the private room. Yuan will cook some special dishes immediately. Please give Master Zhou some advice."

Yuan Xuan's eyes lit up and he was immediately excited. Being able to have Zhou Yi, the master, taste his own dishes was exactly what he dreamed of. He quickly took Zhou Yi's hand and enthusiastically let him and Old Man Hong into the Yali Palace.

During this time, Old Man Hong looked at Zhou Yi, then at Yuan Xuan, and said with a smile: "Forget it, let's eat Chef Yuan's specialty dishes first. Another day, Xiao Zhou, you have to cook in person and make me two dishes to try.

Taste it?"

Zhou Yi ignored him, thinking: How can there be any change? You are just Cheng Yaojin in this world, the devil in the world. I'd better hide as far away as possible...

As if offering a treasure, Yuan Xing moved Zhou Yi and Old Man Hong to the top-class 'Tiangang Pavilion' box in Tiangang Tower.

Zhou Yi was stunned when he walked in. The decoration of this private room was very strange. It was neither luxurious nor natural style of bamboo and wood. There were Tai Chi and Bagua patterns painted on the wall, Feng Shui fish were placed at the door, and there was also a hanging hanging on the east wall.

There is an ancient painting on which there are two ancient people who are half Confucian and half Taoist and dressed strangely. One is sitting in front and the other is attached to his back. Are they gay? But both of them have serious expressions and majestic faces.

Righteousness......

"Push back picture? I'm talking about Mr. Yuan. Are the rumors true? Is your ancestor really Yuan Tiangang?"

Old Man Hong was well-informed, and he laughed when he saw this picture, but it was more of a tease than a compliment, and he was obviously making fun of Yuan Xuan.

"Oh. So this is the famous Tuibeitu?" Zhou Yi was stunned. He was a layman in the metaphysics of Feng Shui. The Almighty Idle System did not provide this sub-professional or skill. However, he still heard the name of Tuibeitu.

Yes, it is said that if you can break this diagram, you can know the world for 500 years. In any era, it is a fighter among the magicians.

However, "Tuibei Pictures" was originally a book co-authored by Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng. It is said that there are sixty pictures of prophecies. There are some obscure text annotations under each picture, but it is not a picture of these two strange people playing with broken backs. This picture

The picture is probably the freehand work of later generations of painters, but it is hung here like a treasure by Yuan Xuan. It is obvious that Master Yuan has some blind worship for his ancestors, and he worships him like a stick.

"Haha, it turns out that Master Yuan has such a distinguished background. It's really disrespectful..."

Zhou Yi was extremely repulsive to the metaphysics of Feng Shui. Not to mention that this thing was probably a method of self-psychological suggestion for the ancients, but it really existed. What era is it now? Not only are cremations implemented, but even the houses are apartment-style.

There are no buildings, yangzhai or yinzhai. If you insist on talking about Feng Shui, you are really deceiving people. It doesn't matter if you don't understand this stuff.

Therefore, he just said a few polite words and did not want to talk in depth; he just wanted to let the old man Hong, who was eating and drinking, have a full stomach and give him some advice on how to see Master Huang earlier.

"Ashamed, ashamed... My ancestors were all famous Feng Shui masters, but in my generation, I didn't learn from my ancestors and changed my career to become a chef. Alas... I won't hide it from Master Zhou.

It is said that although Yuan is obsessed with cooking, he also has great admiration for Feng Shui metaphysics. This Tiangang Pavilion has hosted several Feng Shui masters from Xiangjiang and Baodao..."

Yuan Xing sighed seriously: "Is Master Zhou also interested in Feng Shui metaphysics? If you are interested, I can give you the phone numbers of those masters. They are all people who know how to eat.

I will definitely be willing to be friends with you."

"Haha, let's forget it. I'm not very interested in Feng Shui metaphysics or anything like that. Master Yuan, let's serve the food as soon as possible. I'm really a little hungry after taking so long."

"Okay, okay, Master Zhou, please wait a moment, I'm going to cook." Yuan Xuan walked out of the door very excitedly, his steps jumping like a bird, just like a child who wants to show off his skills in front of adults.

"This boy Yuan only has eyes for you, Master Zhou, and he doesn't even want to look at me."

Old Man Hong snorted and sat down lonelyly. He couldn't help but brag: "Huh, if you tell me my old man's name, won't you scare him to death?"

"Oh? By the way, I haven't asked Master Hong about his origins yet."

Zhou Yi was reminded by him. He turned around and glanced at Old Man Hong with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, Master Hong should be a famous martial arts master, right? I have admired martial arts masters since I was a child. This is really disrespectful."

"Hehe, you think you are smart, but this time you guessed wrong." Old Man Hong glanced at Zhou Yi with a sly smile: "Okay, I guess you are curious enough, so I will tell you. Boy, Speaking of which, we are not outsiders, so your meal is not in vain..."

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