President's Legendary Master

"It still smells like mutton oil. It's mutton, but it's definitely mutton oil!" Qiu Chunshan probably relaxed now, thinking of more things: "Also, that, the smell of garlic, um, the smell of pork smell."

Every time he said one, Mr. Qiu and his wife had strange expressions on their faces.

"Oh, and the smell of bamboo leaf rice dumplings!"

"Bamboo rice?"

"The taste of boiled fish is quite authentic, super spicy."

"Let's try mapo tofu."

“Spicy diced chicken….”

“Pickled Pepper and Chicken Feet are definitely available!”

“The fish-flavored shredded pork tastes good.”

"Looks like Dongpo's elbow..."

Daomiao scribbled down the names of a lot of dishes, and his mouth was watering. It was Dugu Haoyan who took a few glances before interrupting him: "Are you eating Sichuan cuisine noodles? These are all Sichuan cuisine .”

Daomiao doesn't know what all the major cuisines have. He is happy to eat some, and even happier if it tastes good.

"It seems so?" Qiu Tianwang, who has also seen the world, also glanced at the menu-like record several times.

"No, besides these things, there are some more special ones, such as shredded radish and vegetable dumpling." Qiu Chunshan thought for a while: "Especially the roast duck! I can taste that taste every Qingming Festival."

Roast Duck?

The most famous roast duck is of course the Kyoto roast duck.

"Wait!" Dugu Feiyan raised his hand, as if he was speaking in class: "Now, listening to Brother Qiu, among the tastes he said, there are two places that are most suitable, one is Beijing Central, and the other is In the middle of Sichuan, it’s just that the tastes of these two places are quite different.”

"No, why do you have to worry about the taste?" Qiu Tianwang raised a question: "My son, this is something with his mouth."

"Yes!" Mrs. Qiu didn't quite understand, why did she insist on asking what kind of flavor it was?

What does this have to do with your son's mouth?

In her imagination, shouldn't it be the practice of opening an altar to exorcise evil spirits?

As a result, the questions Mr. Zhang and the others asked were strange, but his son was even more strange. He gave a menu of Sichuan cuisine, what do you mean?

Their family doesn’t eat Sichuan food very much, because Sichuan food has a lot of peppers and peppers. Unless it’s a treat for someone when they go out, they just eat two bites politely. Now it seems that the son has been eating Sichuan food in his dream?

"Let's put it this way, I suspect...he was sacrificed!" Daomiao said in an uncertain tone, "Otherwise, it can't be explained. He didn't eat, but there was a taste of food in his mouth."

"Sacrificed to...?" Qiu Tianwang's hairs stood on end, "Only the dead are sacrificed. Who the hell dares to sacrifice to my son?"

This is about to blow up the temple!

"Then what, I'm still alive!" Qiu Chunshan also raised his hand tremblingly: "The dead can be sacrificed, right? I'm a living person..."

He was a little afraid to go on, and he was a little afraid of himself.

"The two most primitive beliefs of human beings: one is the belief in heaven and earth; Sacrificing to the gods, praying to the gods and ancestors to bless the weather, praying for blessings and avoiding disasters." Dugu Haoyan thought for a while, and explained: "Sacrifice activities, offering tribute and offering incense, bowing and saluting, solemn and solemn, meticulous. Sacrificial rituals and offerings have certain The norms. The old customary offerings salute the gods or ancestors, expressing reverence and seeking blessings."

"That's right, the objects of sacrifice are divided into three categories: gods, gods, and gods." Daomiao added: "Of course, those who are sacrificed are generally ancestors, that is, dead people. There is no possibility of living people being sacrificed, but there are sacrifices." The ancient bad habits of the living."