I am Qinxing No.1

Chapter 563
The ancients of China were very particular about choosing their capitals. Not to mention the famous historical capitals, even Chudu, the former capital of Western Chu, was surrounded by mountains. Under the care of several small dragon veins, they not only managed to avoid It has been in the earthquake zone, and it has not encountered severe drought or flood for many years. It can be said that it is one of the most suitable places in China for human survival.

Fengqi Mountain and Ajie Valley are even more precious places among the treasured places.

The tens of acres of land that Zhou Dong 'rented' was already golden at this time. From the day when the spring rice was planted, except for two timely rains when necessary, until the harvest season, God obediently did not Come to make trouble, standing by the field at this moment, the smell of rice is already in the nose.

"Good rice seeds, how many years haven't I smelled such pure rice fragrance?"

Mr. Shang got into the field like an old urchin, picked the biggest ear of rice, and then sat down on the side of the field stalk to inspect it carefully. The pearl-like rice grains almost didn't flow out of the saliva directly.

Back then, Shang Lao was considered a good cropper, but it was the first time in his life that he saw black rice grains.

Grains of beige black are translucent, like pairs of big eyes of a little girl, faintly glowing like jewels.

Especially inside the black rice grains, there are traces of cloud-like white awns, like the light from a certain star in the depths of the universe.

"Xiao Zhou, is this the dark cloud chasing the snow?"

Shang Lao is Shang Lao, and he will not ask about the origin of this rice seed like ordinary people. After all, this is not a hybrid rice, which has the value of being promoted to the whole country. something that class enjoys.

But this does not prevent the old businessman from enjoying it once in a while. The proletariat can also understand these luxuries with a critical eye. Knowing yourself and the enemy can win every battle, right?
"Mr. Shang, this is dark clouds chasing snow. Look at it like this. You can harvest a large area tomorrow. You won't leave until the day after tomorrow anyway. I'll cook a pot for you tomorrow and try it."

Zhou Dong laughed, Mr. Shang was going back to Beijing yesterday, and as an old man, no matter how much he cared about the Chinese national cuisine, he couldn’t spend too much time on it. The news of the harvest forced the trip to be postponed for two days, isn't it just to taste this delicious food?
"Hahaha, let's make a deal then."

Old Shang laughed loudly: "When you win against that old fellow Cai Pinlong, I will personally welcome you in the capital!"

For such a big event as the national cuisine of China, no restaurant in China is qualified to set up a table. Kyushu Ding Dining and Huacui Residence are not successful. Shang Lao has already decided to announce it to the world in the Kyoto City Hall.

In the eyes of this old man, Cai Pinlong's appearance was at most a small disturbance, which would not affect the overall situation at all.

He had already decided that Zhou Dong would win even though he hadn't even compared yet.

On the day Shang Lao and Shang Qingxiong left, Zhou Dong cooked most of the pot of Wuyun Zhuixue in a small iron pot for the grandfather and grandson and Hu Shenchu.

After the hustle and bustle, all the masters left yesterday, Shi Buyu and Takemiya Masada also returned to Chudu, and brought Zhou Aiguo, the Su brothers, Yan Yi, and Huai Liang who hurried back from France to form a private hall The chef team is ready to meet the challenge from Cai Pinlong.

Zhou Dong stayed in Ajie Valley to personally harvest the dark clouds and chase the snow, so as not to make any mistakes, but was caught up by Shang Lao.

Eating the real top-grade rice, even if you just use soy sauce and lard, is considered waste, it is the purest white rice, served steaming on the table, with a plate of hot and sour potato shreds, a plate of pickled cucumbers, and a pile of white sliced ​​meat , a spinach basket, rich in nutrition and comprehensive taste, the emperor may not be able to have such a good taste.

Wuyun Zhuixue deserves to be the heterogeneous rice provided by the system. After it is really cooked, it is more eye-catching than freshly threshed raw rice. I saw countless black pearls piled up in the shape of small hills in the white porcelain bowl. A tiny bit of white light shines through, not to mention actually eating it, but just looking at it for a few times is pleasing to the eye and the appetite is whetted.

After the entrance, there is a slight coolness in the hot rice, as if someone secretly wrapped some menthol in the rice, but it is not as overbearing as the taste of menthol, but perfectly blended with the aroma of rice, but still , the taste is just right!

Mr. Shang didn't realize that it was just a bowl of dark clouds chasing snow. He just felt that this is not the food that should be in the world at all. This is not eating rice. He was sitting at the table just now, mouthing the rice, but it seemed like he was walking. In the golden rice fields, just after sweating, there was a gust of wind blowing countless ears of rice.

With his determination, he was stunned for a while before picking up the rice bowl and stuffing it into Shang Qingxiong's hand: "Go, make another bowl for grandpa."

"Okay, but grandpa, please eat slowly, how can you eat at your age to catch up with me?"

Shang Qingxiong smiled and walked towards the rice cooker, passing by Hu Shenchu ​​who had just refilled the rice
After a meal of Dark Clouds Chasing Snow, the guests and hosts had a great time. Mr. Shang laughed heartily more than once, and after the meal, he asked Zhou Dong with some unsatisfactory intentions: "Xiao Zhou, can this Black Cloud Chasing Snow grow in other places?"

Zhou Dong secretly smiled wryly. As expected, Mr. Shang still raised this question.

Leaving aside the unique water quality of Ajie Valley, let’s just say that the dozens of acres of fertile fields he’s looking for are not strong enough to support him, and he needs to attract the essence of the earth’s energy himself.

In this way, the dark cloud chasing snow produced by dozens of acres of land is also different. Today, Mr. Shang and Grandpa Hu are invited to eat, but five acres of it are from 'Wang Tian'!
Even if other places have the water quality and soil strength of Ajie Valley, they must have him.
So he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work, even though I have taken care of these tens of acres of land, it is also uniquely blessed, so that it can barely mature, and after this crop is harvested, it will take another two years to plant it again."

"I see."

Old Shang nodded, glanced at his grandson and said, "Qingxiong, when you walk back, take five hundred catties of dark clouds and chase the snow back to the capital.

You and Xiao Zhou are good friends, so you don't need to be polite. "

"what?"

Shang Qingxiong was stunned for a moment, and thought that grandpa is still your bull, he is worthy of being an XX class XX of the older generation, so he started to beat the local tyrants?
After seeing off Mr. Shang and his grandson, Hu Shenchu ​​looked at Zhou Dong and smiled: "My old man also figured it out, this place is good, and I will live here from now on.

From now on, every morning, I will cook porridge with Wuyun Chaixue.

You kid won't feel bad, will you? "

Zhou Dong said with a smile: "Grandpa Hu, what are you talking about, mine is yours, you can do whatever you want.

Besides, although the yield per mu of Wu Yun Zhuixue is a bit low, my dozens of mu of land also has a yield of tens of thousands of catties, which cannot be eaten by one person. "

"Hehe, even if you have filial piety, Grandpa Hu didn't love you for nothing."

Hu Shenchu ​​smiled and said: "At first I was a little worried that you would lose to old man Cai, but now I am not worried at all, just relying on these dark clouds to chase snow, there is no reason for you to lose.

By the way, boy, after winning the surname Cai, you will start ordering national dishes. This is a difficult problem, but tell me, which cuisine are you going to choose as the Chinese national dish? "

"Hehe, Grandpa Hu, I'm afraid that if I choose any cuisine as the national dish, other cuisines will be dissatisfied."

Hearing Hu Shenchu's question, Zhou Dong's heart suddenly moved. The chef's recipe given by the system task has not been opened yet. Maybe it is a key to solve the problem of national cuisine?
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