Chapter 419: Uncle Su

Before dawn.

Wulong in the doghouse wagged its tail twice and fell back down.

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

The sky turned purple, and the rooster announced the dawn.

Sizzle.

White thick soup was boiling in the iron bucket, dried peppercorns were put into the oil pan, eel shreds were stir-fried, and the spicy fragrance filled the entire courtyard.

Fan Xinglai, who got up early to bathe Red Mountain, washed the withered grass in the stable, smelled the strong spicy fragrance, came over, and leaned on the window with Wulong, drooling.

"Auntie Zhang, what are we eating?"

"Noodles!"

"What kind of noodles?"

"Knife-fish noodles, eel-shred noodles, plus two small dishes, spring bamboo shoots with snow cabbage, green beans with salted vegetable and fried old tofu."

Fan Xinglai's stomach growled.

Liang Qu was not at home, and the old monk ate mostly vegetarian food. The food money was left, and there was meat every meal, but it was not as rich as usual, and no peppercorns, star anise, or cinnamon were added.

"What about the soup? Isn't the beef bone stewed inside?"

"Used for hanging soup. The bones with tendons and meat are stewed for Wulong to chew. Ah Xing, do you want some? Shall I scoop a piece for you?"

Auntie Zhang said and inserted a large cylinder of beef bone.

Wulong's ears stood up, and it turned to look at Fan Xinglai, its eyes gloomy.

Fan Xinglai laughed twice: "Forget it, forget it. Wulong doesn't have enough itself."

In the courtyard.

Liang Qu danced with Fubo, the sharp light flowing, smooth and writing-like.

He went to bed at the Zi hour at night and danced with the rooster at dawn. He was full of energy and didn't feel any fatigue. A sleep at home washed away the bumps and dust of the past few days, but he was also hungry.

Apart from a meal at a restaurant on the road yesterday noon, he hadn't eaten since, and hearing the fragrance of peppercorns, his appetite was aroused.

Putting down the Fubo in his hand, Liang Qu wiped off a head of hot sweat, put on his clothes, and came to the kitchen to ask when dinner would be served.

"Master!" Auntie Zhang saw Liang Qu and hurriedly explained, "I said I could do it alone, but your Uncle insisted on coming to help. I couldn't stop him."

"Uncle?"

Liang Qu was stunned, then saw Su Guishan, who was helping to add firewood and burn the fire behind the stove, looking strange.

Su Guishan broke the thin firewood, stuffed it into the stove, and enjoyed it: "Idle is idle. Can't eat free food, right?"

Auntie Zhang interrupted: "Uncle is joking, how can it be free food..."

Liang Qu was wooden.

Su Guishan faked death and hid in his own home. Those who should know should be Xu Yuelong and a few high-level officials, but it was impossible not to show his face. After all, there were three outsiders in the house, Fan Xinglai, Auntie Zhang, and Auntie Li. Was it called this way to the outside world?

Forget it.

Liang Qu thought about it and didn't care.

Anyway, Su Guishan had an epiphany while watching the battle between the Gan and Shun water forces at the age of twenty-nine, and he had been founding the country for over sixty years. He was at least eighty if not a hundred. Calling him Uncle wouldn't be a loss.

"When will it be ready?"

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

"Okay."

Liang Qu saw that the basin was more than half full of scorched eel, and didn't leave. He sat at the table and waited. He had specifically asked Auntie Zhang to add it last night for this fresh bite.

When the dishes were served, Auntie Zhang put the noodles in the colander and spread them out in a large bowl.

Ginger shreds were placed at the bottom of the large bowl, fried crispy yellow eel was coiled into strips, then a spoonful of hot high soup was scooped to soak them soft, noodles were added, and finally a layer of knife-fish or eel shreds was spread, sprinkled with green onions.

Fan Xinglai came over to serve the bowls, and Wulong ran to call the old monk.

83 Chinese Website Latest Address

Everyone arrived, and the noodles were served.

The old monk picked up the bowl first and started eating the noodles with chopsticks.

Su Guishan picked up a pair of chopsticks and stirred them twice. He had never seen such thin noodles. If he said thin noodles, they were thinner than ordinary noodles; if he said dragon-beard noodles, they were thicker.

Upon entering the mouth, the texture was slightly special, chewy, breaking with one bite, quite strange, but after getting used to it, it had a unique flavor, refreshing and clean.

Especially the eel that had been fried to crisp at the very bottom, the bones and blood were removed cleanly, the thickness of a finger, ginger shreds removed the fishy smell, soaked until crispy and soft, absorbing the soup, one bite down, along with that hot energy, fresh from head to tail.

No wonder it had to be eaten while hot. Su Guishan had eaten quite a few good things, but noodles with this texture were completely different if left for a while. What he ate was this refreshing energy.

Eating a bowl in one breath, his stomach felt warm and comfortable, and his pores stretched.

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

Auntie Zhang smiled: "It was all taught by the Master. It wasn't done well this time. Normal hanging soup needs to be prepared at night, stewed for three or four hours. The Master returned in a hurry last night, and I bought bones back too late, only stewed for an hour and a half. Old Uncle, please make do."

Su Guishan turned his head in surprise: "You taught it?"

"I don't have many hobbies on weekdays, just tinkering with things I like to eat. Eating only what is in season—it just so happens that knife fish and spring bamboo shoots are on the market. Yellow eel is a bit lacking, but Minor Heat is coming soon, so thinking of hosting you, I specially prepared a noodle breakfast."

The Western Army opened up, introducing many foreign varieties, and the Great Shun cuisine was in a prosperous period of vigorous development.

Liang Qu stood on the shoulders of giants, occasionally coming up with an idea and letting Auntie Zhang operate it.

Over the past two years, spices and materials were sufficient. In terms of craftsmanship, it was no longer inferior to the chefs of ordinary restaurants, and it won in the variety of recipes, which was even better.

For this reason, Liang Qu specifically increased her wages. At first, it was eight hundred wen a month, then it rose to one thousand five hundred wen a month after being probed, and now it was two taels and three qian a month, which was a proper high-income group for women.

"Very good!"

With delicious food in front of him, Su Guishan didn't speak anymore, and his chopsticks moved wildly.

Two quarters of an hour.

Knife-fish, eel, spring bamboo shoots with snow cabbage, Su Guishan tasted all three toppings.

With soup and noodles, he ate more than ten bowls, and a layer of fine hot sweat appeared on his forehead, summarizing one point.

Spring bamboo shoots are refreshing, knife-fish is delicious, eel is satisfying!

Finding a whole, unbroken fat eel at the bottom of the bowl, he ate it in a few bites, half crispy and half soft, the rich high soup flavor squeezed out between the crispy skin, mixed with the chewy eel meat, which was the most enjoyable!

Auntie Zhang was stunned.

The Master can eat, which is normal, he is a famous martial artist, but how can an old man with a gray beard eat so much?

But thinking that the old monk with a more aged face was no different, Auntie Zhang got used to it.

A stack of empty bowls was left, Su Guishan's face was glowing, and he breathed out a hot breath.

It made him feel comfortable.

"Painful! I've eaten good things for decades. Not to mention treasure fish and treasure meat, few ordinary breakfasts have given me such a sense of freshness! Can eat! The chef in my mansion is not as good as you."

A courtyard of only four mu, one-tenth of the Su Mansion in Huaiyin, nothing worth being curious about, but I didn't expect such an unexpected joy, and listening to Liang Qu's meaning, there were obviously many recipes.

Su Guishan took out a handkerchief, wiped away the hot sweat, and was in a pleasant mood. He took out a cyan small wooden box from his waist and placed it on the table.

"Uncle, this..."

Liang Qu recognized it. This kind of treasure box is generally used to store spiritual plants.

"You also practice the Golden Body. I heard from the old monk that it is best to have spiritual plants with similar and non-similar attributes to assist.

I picked it from the mansion when I came, and found that there happened to be a Water-Fire Vine. It was too late yesterday, so I didn't give it to you. It happens to be a meeting gift today, and also as rent."

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

The implication is that it can be accepted.

Liang Qu was overjoyed.

He heard from the fat catfish last night that the old toad claimed to be the pond owner and accepted Su Guishan's gift, a top-grade treasure lotus, and was thinking about how to find an excuse to cheat it over, but didn't expect he would have a share too.

Uncle recognized him not wrongly!

83 Chinese Website Latest Address ===== CHAPTER 420 =====