My food has become an interstellar intangible cultural heritage

The color of the camel hoof soup is a little dark red. Normally, only the camel hoof soup from the palm of the hand is used. When it is finished, it is crystal clear and soft red. In order to let Mr. Fan feel the realism, Si Xing did not give up too much meat. Therefore, the whole camel's hoof soup is very red in color, but the camel's feet are still transparent, sinking and floating in the dark red soup.

[Wow, this color feels like a ruby! 】

【Take a sip secretly. Unexpectedly, the soup tastes very light even though the raw material is meat. The meat is very elastic and chewy, so delicious. 】

【What you said sounds good, but I only get the taste of money. 】

[Vulgar!You can only taste the taste of money! ...Actually, I am also qaq]

The few chefs who looked down on Si Xing and thought Si Xing was a liar stopped talking.

They could smell the delicious smell when the whole lamb was out of the oven, and they thought they couldn’t make these gourmet tastes. When it came time to deal with the camel’s hooves, they even had doubts, thinking that even if it could be eaten, it would be good. Nowhere to eat.

As a result, as soon as the camel hoof soup came out of the pot, they felt pain on their faces.

Especially the one who mocked Jin Jin, now his face is hot and red like a shrimp.

They regret it now, if only they had rushed to help the cook just now?Maybe I can learn how to make this camel's hoof soup, now it's cheaper for a silly helper like Jin Jin, eh!

Especially when they saw Huo Lingjun filming next to them, this kind of regret reached the essence. They heard from the chef that he was an anchor, and they thought it was an Internet celebrity who cheated money. Who would have thought that he really had two brushes Woolen cloth?

If it had been before... maybe it could still gain some popularity and become famous, but now it's hard to catch up.

There was also a cook who still couldn't get used to Si Xing, and murmured in a low voice: "Cut, I may not be able to pass the level of Mr. Fan, just wait and see, I really thought that a chicken with feathers can become a phoenix, so just pretend. "

He thought he was quiet, but he didn't expect that the lens provided by Xie had a high-definition recording function, which could even record the sound of water vapor erupting clearly, let alone his whispering.

Therefore, the live broadcast room heard what he said.

[? ? ? ? hello?Who are you? 】

【Ah, oh, oh, it's okay to say that Si Xing may not pass other people's test, but the personal attack in the second half is a bit too much, right? 】

[It's so sour, Mr. Si didn't put vinegar in the dish today, why does it smell sour and vinegary? 】

[Sisters don’t need to bb with him, it’s time for dinner later, the feast is about to begin, and we’ll find out who the clown is later. 】

[?Although I think you are right, but I am not a sister, my man thank you. 】

[?Teacher Si still has male fans?No matter, they will be labeled as sisters. 】

The barrage is just a moment of anger. They have a mysterious confidence in Si Xing, and they guess that they are more confident than Si Xing himself, and they all think that Si Xing can definitely slap in the face.

There is no way, the people they follow are so powerful.hey~

Knowing that the banquet was ready, Fan Mingning ordered his people to take out all the dishes that Si Xing had prepared, and brought the pot helmet and camel hoof soup to Fan Qingyu himself: "Grandpa, why don't you try this?"

Fan Qingyu also knew that several grandsons of his family were running around for his little appetite, but unfortunately the few cooks he found were not very appetizing, and he felt that it was boring to eat, so he was about to give up, guessing that few people could cook come out.

But seeing Fan Mingning's earnest eyes, he said that he didn't want to eat, and his heart choked again, so he could only take the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of camel's hoof soup.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned.

Fan Mingning couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa? How's it going?"

Fan Qingyu couldn't help but took another spoonful and ate it.

Fan Mingning watched in amazement as his grandfather quickly ate the whole bowl of camel hoof soup, then picked up the pot helmet and took a bite. After a long while, he shed tears.

Fan Mingning was at a loss: "Grandpa...?"

Fan Qingyu burst into tears: "Yes...it's this taste! It's this taste!"

The pot helmet is very hard, the outer skin is crispy, and the inside is also hard. He is old, and his teeth are not as good as when he was young. It is very difficult to bite the pot helmet. In the smell of dry roux, he seemed to have returned to his youth.

The gravel is the smell of the sun, and there is the smell of roasted grass between the nostrils. The person who rescued him also has the smell of sunshine and the fragrance of acacia, and his smile is also sunny.

Very strange.

He should have hated the sun very much. After three days of roasting and torture, his skin hurt when he touched it. , He actually doesn't hate the sun anymore.

For him, it was a miraculous and coincidental encounter.

It was a girl named Atroma.

He was given two pot helmets and a bowl of strange broth that he had never tasted before.

He spent a week there recovering his wounds, covered with herbs for sunburn, and had two pot helmets and a bowl of broth to drink every day.

He felt strange, and asked what kind of meat it was, but Adroma just shook his head, unwilling to tell him, his black eyes were staring at him with an expression that he couldn't understand.

Fan Qingyu closed his eyes, tears rolled down his old face, he grabbed Fan Mingning's hand, and asked urgently, "What kind of meat is that?"

"It's camels, camel meat. People who live in the desert believe that camels are gods in the desert."

It turned out to be a camel.

Are you a god...

In order to save himself, Adroma killed his own god?

Fan Qingyu was stunned.

He remembered that when he came back, the family doctor told him that luckily the burn had been treated, and the lack of water and hunger had been resolved in a timely manner, and some elements that were good for his body were even added to make his body function well. He must continue to heal himself, otherwise he may not be able to recover in a month.

It turned out that it was only because he ate camel meat.

Fan Mingning looked helplessly at his grandpa, whose face was full of tears and his eyes were red: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The old man who had always been resolute and imposing, even when he was lying on the hospital bed, was still full of vitality. At this moment, his back suddenly seemed to be bent, showing a panic expression and crying like a child.

He murmured something.

Fan Mingning leaned closer to listen.

"Adroma...Adroma...I'm sorry."

Fan Mingning didn't understand why grandpa said sorry.

After my grandfather came back, he took care of everything and wanted to give Adroma a sum of money to repay his life-saving grace, but Adroma refused. At that time, Fan Mingning was still young and followed his grandfather curiously. I remember that Adroma girl with long, shiny black braids, a beige veil on her head, a face scarf of the same color on her face, and eyes as gentle as water.

She refused grandpa's money, blew the whistle in her hand, and a group of camels ran towards her, rubbing her hand affectionately, then she patted the camel's head, and said something like Fan Mingning to a close person Unable to understand the dialect, turned on the camel, waved and left.

Only camel bells jingle.

Later, grandpa thought about looking for her again, but unfortunately the desert was too vast, and the oasis was slowly disappearing, and he never saw the girl named Azhuoma again.

And now, grandpa is saying sorry.

Moreover, he had never seen his grandfather cry so sadly.

He remembered a sentence, the collapse of an adult may be in a single thought.

However, in this situation, he really didn't know what to say, and Si Xing was still waiting outside. Was the banquet a success or was it not?

Fortunately, Fan Qingyu didn't indulge in grief for too long, and quickly wiped away his tears: "Let me meet that child."

Si Xing was brought into the room by Fan Mingning, and what he saw was Mr. Fan sitting on the hospital bed, with an old face and red eyes.

Si Xing thought of the photos hanging on the wall just passing by the living room.

In the photo is Fan Qingyu when he was young, handsome, upright, vigorous and young, wearing a combat uniform, he looks like the boy in many girls' dreams.

It's not the same as Fan Qingyu who has red eyes now.

Si Xing remembered his past life.

When he was an up master, he liked to travel around the country, learn about the customs and customs of various places, and heard many stories of joys and sorrows.

Si Xing expressed his feelings and put those stories into his video, which aroused a lot of response, but it was a small audience, and it was much less famous than some funny up masters. It turned out that the same operation Mode, there are so many viewers here.

And they are genuine audiences.

When he was distracted, Fan Qingyu was also watching him. This man was unexpectedly young, but young had a lot of energy.

He is acquainted with the Lu family. The old man of the Lu family mentioned Si Xing when he came to chat and drink tea with him before. What did he say then?

"With family and country in mind, know how to see."

At that time, Fan Qingyu only thought that his old partner was exaggerating, but now he looks at it differently. A person who can guess from the sound of camel bells that he eats camel meat, a person who specially makes dead dough pancakes, is cautious, careful, and respectful. But he is not timid, and has good craftsmanship.

Much better than the students of the same age he saw in the Mecha Academy.

When he learned that he studied classical philology at university, Fan Qingyu was a little regretful, even if such a person was cast in the military, he would not lose his color.

Fan Qingyu had a good image of him, the two chatted for a while, and then heard Fan Mingning say, "Grandpa, Xie Xun is here."

"Oh? What are the juniors from the Xie family doing here?"

Fan Mingning shook his head.

Xie Xun had already walked in, glanced at Si Xing who was sitting on the sofa, and said hello to Mr. Fan.

"What brought you here?" Mr. Fan joked, "Usually you are very busy, but tomorrow you will say that you haven't got together with them for a long time."

Xie Xun said: "Just passing by, I will visit you."

A few people chatted a few words, and it was time to leave.

After going out, Xie Xun took the key and glanced at Si Xing: "Let's go?"

Si Xing: "Eh? Are you here to pick me up?"

Xie Xun's hand that opened the car door stiffened: "No, pass by!"