Doomsday Pavilion

After the chicken soup is boiled for the second time, skim the froth, combine it with the old turtle into a pot, add sliced ​​ham, add the wolfberry, and simmer on low heat.

At the same time, I took a large pot, put one of the six claws into it, and poured a pot of Lao Turtle Soup. The seasoning was very simple, a little fennel, four or five cloves, a little cinnamon star anise, and four or five tangerine peels.

The two dishes that Lin Chou made today are very emboldened.

One is "Farewell My Concubine".

This is a traditional dish in Xuzhou. It is a dish created by the common people to commemorate the leader of the rebellion in the end of Qin, the hero of the Qin Dynasty, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, and Yu Ji, a peerless beauty who cares about national destiny and righteousness. It is passed down from generation to generation. to date.

This famous dish uses the homophony of chicken and turtle, chicken and Ji, turtle and goodbye, to highlight the allusion of Farewell My Concubine, with euphemistic meaning and wonderful artistic conception.

The other dish of glutinous dog meat, the famous Fan's dog meat, is even more touching.

It is said that when the Han Taizu, the high emperor Liu, was still a gangster (well, I think everyone knows a little about the old man in the official history, that is refreshing), if there is nothing to do, I love to harass future men. General and current "good friend" Lao Fan.

At that time, Lao Fan didn’t have any shields and guns. He was very poor. He slaughtered dogs for a living. He sold fresh and frozen dog meat. He might also sell spicy five-spice thirteen-flavored flavors. starve.

Mrs. Liu had nothing else to do with Lao Fan. He ate dog meat and talked about Dashan by the way and despised Lao Qin's second product.

Mrs. Liu felt like a mirror in his heart, but in the future, I will ask the 72 concubines of the Sangong and the Sixth Hospital to be called a lonely and widowed person.

Do you dare to care about me asking for money?

I can't give you money if you want money!

More losses!

Forgive you for your lack of culture. You definitely don’t understand such profound and confusing sentences as "Is it a king's soil in the whole world, or a princely court", but I am a generous king. When I come to eat dog meat next time, Forgive you again.

Lao Fan is sincere, so he can't afford to provoke him. He deliberately detoured a long way and quietly moved and ran away. This time, it was not only far away, but also separated by a big river.

Old man Liu is as poor as a ghost...cough cough, it happens to be shy in his pocket, how can I get a ticket to cross the river to find Lao Fan by boat?

Or how can I say that Mr. Liu has a hard life, and the ancient people are more or less legendary.

In a hurry, an old man who didn't know how many years he had lived, stroked his beard and raised his head to ask.

"Your Majesty, have another glass..."

(????)

"...Your Majesty, don't you cross the river, forgive the open-top boat, the thief is comfortable!"

So Old Man Liu, who was holding his stomach, appeared in front of Lao Fan again.

I crossed the river with sorrow, and my stomach was hungry.

The people around saw that the old man was sweating profusely and the tiger's body was shaking, and the advertising effect suddenly burst, and everyone rushed forward.

Lao Fan’s dog meat was sold out.

Lao Fan was so happy for the thief, and the next day he chopped off the enthusiastic Lao Yuan to celebrate.

In order to destroy the corpse, stewed Lao Ying and dog meat. Unexpectedly, the soup tasted sweet and the dog meat was red and bright. From then on, Lao Fan embarked on the road of making a fortune.

When Mr. Liu returned to his hometown when he returned to his hometown, he saw that there were all the tickets for the car and house in Lao Fan. Fan controls all the knives, puts aside harsh words, and dares to use the knives to punish your kid for bankruptcy.

Lao Fan had no choice but to kill the dog with a stick and tear the skin of the dog and stew it.

Later, Mr. Liu was already a great ancestor. After rebelling against Yingbo, he passed through his hometown to feast in the village with dog meat and wine. This dog meat was made by the nephew of Wuyang Hou Lao Fan, and he won the true biography of Lao Fan.

The old man Liu rejoiced, and the past came to his heart, and the poem became popular, saying,

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Fan's dog meat does not need a knife."

All in all, all in all.

The two dishes were made for different people, but they originated from the same ancient times.

With their moving stories, they will meet again in a small restaurant after the cataclysm of thousands of years.

...

Huang Dashan and others are quite clear about the taste of a certain forest.

This kid has a mouthful of his mouth, and he likes the light and light taste. For example, the piece of horse meat noodles that made Sikong desperate is the best proof.

Surprisingly, Lord Shan didn't complain about Lin Sorrow anymore—perhaps it was related to Leng Han, who was sitting at the window and watching the scenery quietly.

But the biggest reason is...

"The taste of this soup is too damn fresh."

"Daddy can't help it, boss Kobayashi, when will it get better?"

Lin Chou looked at the two soup pots,

"immediately."

Fan's dog meat is a cold food, but seeing everyone's wolves and tigers' eyes, I definitely can't wait to serve them in large pots, one on each table.

The cooked dog meat in glutinous sauce was bright red in sauce. Once it was served on the table, the rich aroma was unobstructed, like a delicious nuclear bomb, bursting out in the small restaurant.

Huang Dashan's eyesight is quick, and he fights an old face, don't grab a whole dog leg and run away.

"Haha, grandchildren, Grandpa Dashan loves you."

Although everyone hates it, it is clear that the difficulty of taking meat from the pot is more than a few levels lower than that of grabbing meat from Huang, so he is ignored, and Uncle Huang can enjoy a whole dogleg.

The fleshy fiber on the dog leg is longer, and the fleshy fiber can be felt broken between the fingers when it is torn off, and it is full of elasticity.

Every trace of the dog meat soaked in soup has a shiny reflection, and it dances its own dance between the palms of the fingers elegantly.

A piece of dog meat is put in the mouth, fragrant and rich, tender and smooth without losing its elasticity.

The mellow fragrance stretches from one mouth to the limbs, and the whole person has a feeling of being enveloped by the warmth and care of a mother.

"It's amazing, there is obviously no source of power, why does the whole person feel warm."

"Yes, yeah, it's so comfortable, it's like being in the bed of a girl."

"roll!"

"Brothers, who beat this GR, insulted a good dish!"

After all, no one really did it.

Are all busy tasting the food in your mouth, how can you have time to deal with the scum that you haven't learned well?

Lin Chou gave Leng Han a bowl of dog meat,

"Taste it, although there is no water from Fanjing, but it is barely considered authentic, the world's best that Qianlong once mentioned."

Leng Han nodded, eating dog meat in a small bite.

Suddenly the voice was like a mosquito, and his eyes were expectant.

"Another dish, did you put ham?"

"..."

So, in any case, you can't get around the ham moat, right?

Uncle Huang quickly killed a whole dogleg over there, screaming like Hong Zhong,

"Una, let go of that bastard to daddy and let me come!!"

Then there was a burst of ping-pong fighting and fighting.

Leng Han raised his eyebrows immediately.

"Quiet!"

There was still unmelted ice scum on Shen Feng's eyebrows, and he was shaken by Leng Han.

Most of the old turtle lay on the plate that I didn’t know how many punches I got after all the hard work, holding it in his hand and talking,

"Well, Lieutenant General Leng, would you like to come?"

"roll!"

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