I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

In the remote mountains and old forests, a young man with eyes as clear as the morning dew dexterously climbed up a sturdy tree.

But a moment later, a wild boar weighing hundreds of catties roared and rushed over, destroying the grass and trees wherever it went, and leaving the ground in a mess.

Because of running wildly, Chi Ming's forehead was already covered with dense beads of sweat. He calmly took out a delicate and light arrow crossbow from his back basket, and aimed it at the position between the wild boar's eyes.

Three arrows were fired, and with the wild boar's screaming, the huge monster with three arrows between its eyes deviated from its original track and rammed wildly.

Chi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little more at ease, then he wiped the sweat off his face without haste, grabbed the water bag and drank a few gulps.

The autumn rain is continuous, and the mist on the mountain is misty. If you don't pay attention, you will get lost in the dense water vapor. He hasn't entered the mountain for a long time.

Chi Ming never dreamed that he could return to this ancient world.

In the previous life, after the death of his beloved grandmother, his parents unexpectedly died early, and he was kicked out of the Chi family by several uncles in a blink of an eye.

The eldest young master, who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, has a whole body of several hundred taels of silver in his pocket, and looks for his old friends to take him in full of longing.

It is said that there are thousands of wine and meat friends, who ever came to give charcoal in the snow.

The result can be imagined.

After suffering countless rejections, the disheartened man gradually recognized the cruel reality.

In the capital where jade and osmanthus are eaten, his life is difficult.

Until a fierce plague broke out, he was unfortunately infected, and finally died silently under a linden tree.

After his death, his soul traveled to the modern society, where he lived with difficulty in place of the frail child who was abandoned by his parents.

Fortunately, I met Master later, and followed him, a veteran of the gourmet world, to every corner of China, eating all the delicacies in the streets and alleys.

Who would have thought that he, who was on vacation at the East Pole last moment, would return to the era he once lived in when he opened his eyes.

I don't know if his soul disappeared in that world, or if he was taken over by other lonely ghosts.

Thinking of this, Chi Ming's heart turned sour, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He still wanted to give his master and his old man a retirement pension, and carry forward his mantle.

If Master hadn't adopted him and educated him to become a talent, he wouldn't have achieved so much in the food industry.

Thinking back, Chi Ming let out a breath of foul air slowly, and closed his eyes. Since God gave him another chance to be reborn, he chose a different path from his previous life.

Fortunately, in this life, he is no longer a dude with a black eye, at least it is not a problem to support himself.

The wild boar, which was still struggling, gurgled bright red blood from the corner of its mouth, and finally kicked its limbs and died.

Chi Ming snapped his fingers, then jumped down from the big tree, walked around the wild boar with great interest, and after making sure that it was completely dead, he started to carry the wild boar of a hundred catties on his shoulders.

Despite his slender figure and pale face like a frail scholar, his strength is enormous. A wild boar weighing several hundred catties is as light and non-existent as carrying a broom.

In his previous life, Chi Ming followed his master all over the world, and it was rare for him to stay quietly for a week in one place.The stable life of living in a corner now makes him feel like he is retirement early.

The place where Chi Ming lives now is called Zaoyun Village, surrounded by mountains, and the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

The population of the village is simple, and there are only a dozen families in total.

The ancestor of the Chi family was from Zaoyun Village. Later, because of his fortune, his family moved to the capital.

When he was kicked out of the Chi family, in addition to the 150 taels of silver on his body, he also had a deed of the ancestral house.

In his previous life, he disdained the house deed in a remote country in his hand, and threw it to the beggar beside him in a blink of an eye.

In this life, he did the opposite.

The ancestors of the Chi family started their business by setting up a stall on the wharf and selling food. Because of his excellent cooking skills, he opened a restaurant in the county in just three years.

In the third generation, there was an heir with extraordinary talent and strong five senses.

In that year, Chi's restaurants spread all over the country, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were making a lot of money every day.

Even the people in the royal family were full of praise for the dishes made by the ancestor.

According to legend, the ancestor left a cookbook after his death, called the Monster Cookbook.It's just that with the death of this legendary ancestor, the monster cookbook enshrined in the ancestor's ancestral hall became a wordless book overnight.

This frightened the head of the family at that time.

Without recipes, the Chi family is like a clown who has lost its aura, and the industry has shrunk again and again. Now in this generation, there is only one family left in the capital.

Chi Ming walked back to the ancestral house slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Said to be the ancestral house, but it was just a mud house with two entrances. When he moved in, the roof had almost collapsed, leaving only four earthen walls standing tenaciously.

He had already processed the wild boar in the stream at the foot of the mountain, and when he got home, he started to cook the braised pork.

Except for the pig's head on the offering table, Chi Ming marinated all four pig's trotters.

He distributed most of the wild boar meat to the elders in the village, and cut the rest into strips and salted them.

After autumn, the weather has dropped a lot compared to when he first came.

Chi Ming looked at the room full of stored food, and only then did he somewhat have the confidence to survive the winter.

The traffic in Zaoyun Village is blocked and surrounded by mountains. If it is winter, once it is covered with snow, it will be very inconvenient to travel.

He didn't take all the prey he caught to the town to sell like other hunters. First, he just sold a bear blind last month, and there was still a lot of money left; second, he enjoyed the current life of salted fish.

Wrapped in a quilt every day, he slept until the sun was up, and no one urged him to get up.

When you're hungry, cook up your favorite foods.

Lying on a bench covered with soft and smooth fur at night, drinking hand-brewed sweet-scented osmanthus wine while watching the moon leisurely, let alone how comfortable life is.

Chi Ming opened the wooden food box in his hand, and took out the bowl of roasted red pig's trotters exuding sweet fragrance, and placed it on the old dusty altar table in the middle of the room.

For a while, the small ancestral hall was filled with an unusually rich meaty aroma.

After Chi Ming finished all this, he brought out the bottom-level meals and put them on the small wooden table beside him.

Today is the last seven days of my grandmother. My grandmother's favorite thing before she was alive was boiled soft and sticky pig's trotters. Whenever there is a festive festival, she will let the kitchen make a plate.

When he was a child, he often heard his grandmother say that his father was best at the "fairy meat" made with pig's trotters.

The fragrant pig's trotter trembled, and under the warm candlelight, it looked more and more bright and pleasant.

"Barely, let's just eat."

Chi Ming frowned, and took a bite with a little disgust, even though the pig's trotter in his hand was soft, waxy and sweet, and it melted in the mouth.

He is picky when it comes to food.

There are few seasonings in this era, and it is indeed an annoying torture for Chi Ming, who is used to eating all kinds of delicacies and has a tricky mouth.

Ancient rice was not fine enough, and the taste was not as delicious as modern ones.There are not as many varieties of vegetables as in later generations, even some fruits are small and sour.

Chi Ming pouted, he just wanted to relive the past years through the familiar taste of food.

After slowly eating a bowl of rice, Chi Ming's stomach was also full.Xu Shi was very hungry during that period of time, but now he is fuller than before. No matter what kind of ingredients are made, he will try his best to fill his stomach.

"Father, mother, grandma, I'm leaving, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

Chi Ming packed the bowls and chopsticks and put them back into the food box, glanced at the three brand new tablets on the altar table, hesitated for a moment, and put the cooled plate of roasted pig's trotters back into the food box.

There is a large area of ​​barren hills behind the ancestral house, and there are mice after staying overnight.

He left some food before, and came back the next day. Except for the empty plate, there was not even food residue. It must have been a mouse or a squirrel on the mountain or something that stole the food.

As soon as Chi Ming closed the door, two translucent black shadows jumped down from the altar table impatiently, blowing their beards and staring.

The faintly scorching figure, together with the two blue and white faces, looked even more eerie and ethereal under the light of the candlelight.

One of them looked the oldest, the grey-haired old man's eyes were rounded, the beard that stretched to his chest trembled, and even his breathing became short of breath.

Another old man who looked a little younger pointed at the closed door angrily and was speechless, as if he needed a ventilator to breathe oxygen at any time.

"Look at your wonderful great-grandson, he must have done it on purpose!"

"Ancestor, what are you talking about? Isn't he also your grandson Yun?"

"..."

The face of the old man who was slapped turned darker in an instant.

So angry!

The unworthy descendants forgot him in the ancestral house after they made a fortune, and the tablet that was brought to the capital also had other old immortal names written on it.

Whenever I think about it, my heart, liver, spleen and stomach hurt.

He wrote his name wrong, and wanted him to bless them to get rich after his death. What nonsense, he was almost starved to death without the enshrining of descendants. !

Just when his hungry chest was pressed against his back and he was about to pack his bags and go to work for other old ghosts to earn some extra money, there were finally offerings and incense candles on the table that had been left unattended for a long time.

"We all owed the blessing to that boy Chi Zheng. We didn't expect that their husband and wife would go to reincarnate early. We two are immortal and enjoy his son's worship."

"Tsk, who said it wasn't. It's a pity that the pig's trotters look delicious." I don't know what it tastes like.The younger old man didn't forget to smack his mouth a few times after finishing speaking, and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

If it wasn't for fear of scaring the child... Hey, forget it, let's bear with it for now.

It's not that he didn't eat amazing food when he was alive, he himself is a culinary master.

"It's not your fault, it's like being reincarnated like a starving ghost every time." The bearded old man walked away irritably for two steps with his hands behind his back, but unconsciously took a few deep breaths.

It's so fucking delicious.

It is even higher than the old man's craftsmanship back then.

"Hey, old ancestor, why don't you give that cookbook to that kid?"

"Tch——, give? How? Give it as you say! Maybe it will disappear automatically for us again. Where will you get it back then?"

"Hehe, that's what I said..."

The short-bearded old man scratched his head and said with a cheerful smile:

"But I think that kid is pretty good. Maybe the Chi family can be raised to a higher level in his hands in the future. Look at the current Chi family, it's smoky. I feel very sad when I look at the old man. Those days These descendants are all pig-headed, and a good industry was ruined abruptly, so there is no one who has aura and enlightenment."

"Tsk, now I'm starting to dislike it. Who was greedy for beauty back then, and wanted to let go of the dexterous and shrewd girl from the Gu family, but wanted to marry the big-breasted and beautiful girl from the Xue family."

The young old man thought of the beautiful old woman who had been reincarnated long ago, but he didn't know what he thought of, his pale face was covered with a suspicious flush.

Whispering aside, he retorted: "Then I have improved the bloodline of the family after all. Look at that kid just now, with red lips and white teeth, and a face that is more delicate and handsome than a doll. If he follows my dark and rough appearance, I'm afraid It's because I won't be able to get a daughter-in-law in the future."

The author has something to say:

Old man: Fortunately, he didn't follow me, otherwise he would not be able to marry a wife

Chi Ming: I thank you...