I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

He raised his head quickly and saw a familiar face.

It was the old man at the banquet last night.

The clothes the old man was wearing were not rich people's fancy clothes embroidered with auspicious clouds, but a very ordinary blue cotton padded jacket, but it looked very new, not full of patches like the others in Zaoyun Village.

"Steamed pork with winter bamboo shoots." After Chi Ming finished speaking, he lowered his head to read the book, seeing the highlights, he didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Steamed pork with winter bamboo shoots? Well, it smells very good." The old man simply didn't leave, with his hands behind his back, and a pair of eyes fixed on the steaming pot.

He was originally a glutton, but five years ago, he got a strange disease of anorexia for no reason.

The food that I liked to eat at first changed the taste in my mouth, and I would feel nauseous and vomit after trying to eat it.

Obviously, my brain wants to eat, and my stomach also has a strong sense of hunger, but I can't restrain my disgust when I put the food in my mouth, and I just can't eat it.

His otherwise robust body suddenly became weak and weak.

If Doctor Zhang from the Imperial Hospital hadn't prescribed medicine to hang him, he would have reported to the First Emperor a long time ago.

That's why he insisted on coming here.

As the elder of the two dynasties, he should have gone home for the elderly, but the little emperor refused to let him go home.

Even in this moment of rare leisure, it was also because he couldn't eat, was too thin, and fainted from hunger in the hall, that the little emperor granted him half a year's leave.

Chi Ming read the bizarre ghost story in one breath, and when he looked up, he found that the person was still there.

Come on, it's another one who came to rub a meal.

Without haste, he put away the books and lifted the lid of the pot.

A strange fragrance engulfs the fresh fragrance and comes straight to the nose.Especially when the tumbling golden blisters burst open, even if you haven't eaten it yet, your tongue is already full of fluid, which makes you move your index finger.

Chi Ming poked the boiled golden bamboo shoots with a chopstick, and after making sure they could poke in, he sprinkled a handful of chopped wild onions, and then turned off the fire.

At this time, the rice in the stone pot had already been steamed. The rice grains in the middle were distinct, but there was a layer of burnt crispy crust all around, which was still making a sizzling sound.

This stone pot was specially customized by him, just to make it easier for him to use when he went into the mountains.

"The rice is soft and hard, and the bamboo shoots are fresh and tender. Just looking at it makes people appetite, praise, praise." The old man slammed his mouth after speaking, and his throat rolled down slightly, as if he was swallowing saliva.

His belly was already groaning like a drum, and the glutton in his stomach was clamoring for food.

"If the old man is not mistaken, this rice is peach blossom rice. The grains are full, the rice grains are slender, and the waist is continuous. This meat is not like ordinary domestic pork. The meat is compact and deep, with less fat and more lean meat. If the old man If you guessed right, you used the hind legs of wild boars."

The old man was amazed, his taste buds that hadn't responded for a long time actually started to secrete saliva like a stream, and even the three-point full stomach that had eaten in the morning kept singing empty city tricks.

"..."

Chi Ming, let no one have a good meal.

"Young man, the old man sees that you can't finish so much by yourself, why don't you sell me a bowl?"

"No way."

"Do not sell!"

It's fine if he can't refuse that one, but he can still refuse the one who wants to steal from him.

"How about five taels of silver?" The old man was not reconciled, even though he was ruthlessly rejected, he was still cheerful.

"Do not."

Chi Ming continued to lower his head to pick up the rice.

The thick, fresh and viscous crystal clear soup is sprinkled on the rice, and the original crystal clear white rice is also given a layer of yellow color.

The bamboo shoots in winter not only do not have astringent taste, but the key point is that they are very tender, crispy and delicious, no matter how much they eat, they feel that they are not enough.

The two blisters on the palm of his hand were nothing, he decided to dig a basket back after eating, and continue to eat the whole bamboo shoot feast at night.

"Ten taels?"

Seeing less and less rice, the salty aroma of bacon mixed with the sweetness of winter bamboo shoots kept attacking his taste buds.

He gritted his teeth and said eagerly.

50 taels is a lot, you can eat a top signature dish in the best restaurant in Beijing.

"..."

Chi Ming acted as if he had never heard of it, and continued to look like you don't cue me, I won't bend down for money.

But the old man was terribly anxious, especially when the other party ate most of the food with a bit of unrefined snoring.

The sound of the tongue rolling the food and the sound of swallowing are stimulating his fragile nerves.

The old man's face was a little dull, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "100 taels!"

"make a deal."

"Hey?"

Unexpectedly, the other party was so straightforward this time, the old man was taken aback, thinking that the other party was a person who would not bend his waist for money.

Chi Ming really didn't want to sell it at first, but his stomach was already full. It would be troublesome to pack it back, and the bamboo shoots in the re-cooking pot were not as delicious as the first one. Seeing that the old man admired his cooking skills so much, he was reluctant to do so. Split it in half.

The old man held a large bowl full of rice with bamboo shoots and pork, took a deep breath, then picked up the chopsticks and started to eat silently.

As soon as the bamboo shoots were in his mouth, the taste of fresh bamboo shoots spread on the tip of his tongue, and his throat made a grunt unconsciously.He couldn't help squinting his eyes, and took a deep look at the boy who was still eating with his head down.

It has been a long time since he enjoyed the shock of the dishes brought to his taste buds.

Then he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of boiled, soft, thin and transparent meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.The meat slices are fresh, tender, sweet, soft and palatable, which is a superb product.

Wild pork already has game flavor, and he could imagine the sizzling sound of the sliced ​​meat in a red hot pan, and the aroma of being marinated and stir-fried.

It's delicious, the 100 taels is worth it.

I just don't know if this unsatisfactory stomach can live up to it, don't throw up halfway through eating.

The old man put the food into his mouth one mouthful after another, and he was somewhat worried that the delicious food in his mouth would be spit out uncontrollably in the end.

Silently counting the fifth, sixth, seventh, and hesitantly took the eighth.

Until he ate the whole bowl of rice, his stomach didn't react at all.

The internal organs are rare and comfortable, and the stomach is also warm, and the whole person also glows with a satisfied expression after eating.

It was the first time in five years that he ate such a large bowl of rice. If it was the usual way, he would have had an attack by the eighth mouthful.

Now, he finally had the feeling of fullness that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he even stroked his chubby belly happily, feeling the urge to laugh out loud.

Did his anorexia heal by itself?

The old man was crying with joy, his eyes were full of tears, and his hands were trembling because of the excitement.

His Dongpo pork, vegetarian steamed duck, boiled goat, oxtail raccoon, raw crab...

Chi Ming looked at the old man with tears in his eyes strangely, and was a little puzzled. Could it be that his food was so delicious that it made the other party cry?

"Master, I have finally found you, I am so anxious." A man in a short jacket dressed as a servant ran over panting.

Even in winter, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

While wiping the sweat with his sleeve, the boy bent over and panted heavily.Apparently, he ran in a hurry when he first went up the mountain, and there was still some moisture at the end of his eyes, as if he had cried.

When he saw the empty bowl the old man ate that was cleaner than water, he opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg.

"Master, you... can you eat?"

"Well Well!"

The old man snorted coldly on purpose, obviously very excited, even his eyebrows were dancing, showing the fact that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

"Let's go, go down the mountain and ask the cook to prepare delicious food for the master. The past few years have tortured me to death." The old man was anxious to leave, as if thinking of something, he said to the boy next to him: " Do you have any money?"

"Ah? Bring it, bring it." The boy looked confused, the master never cared about money.

"Give this young man 100 taels as a thank you for his meal." The old man looked at Chi Ming very lovingly, just like looking at the most lovable junior, Chi Ming looked puzzled.

The boy reluctantly took out the 100 taels of silver bills. He felt that the master might have been cheated, and an ordinary meal in the mountains was too expensive.

But after thinking about it, it's rare for the master to eat so much in the past few years, but it's worth the amount.

The master can eat normally again, does this mean that he will soon be able to return to the capital and continue to play happily with his little friends?

After Chi Ming and the others left, they stayed on the mountain for a while. When they descended the mountain, they carried a basket of winter bamboo shoots on their backs. Not to mention the wind when they walked, it was as if they were carrying a basket of gold, and their complexion was extremely gentle.

It's a pity that there are few winter bamboo shoots now, and he is reluctant to use them to dry, and he plans to dry more when the spring bamboo shoots come out next year.

From a distance, I saw two small fish hanging on the door of my house.The fish still looks very fresh, the fish scales are still very hard, and the belly of the fish is also white. It is obvious that it has not been dead for a long time.

Chi Ming looked around, but saw no one.Immediately, he thought of the thin figure from yesterday again.

Is it him?

It is said that the old man's name is Li Changqing, he is the right minister of the dynasty, and this time he came to this remote countryside for vacation because of personal health reasons.

The old man happily walked back, walked all the way, and was also hungry all the way, already thinking about the dishes in his mind.As soon as I got home, I was in a hurry to let the cook who brought from the capital cook dinner.

At the beginning, I could still write and draw in the simple study room, but as I got to the back, I didn't know where my mind was drifting away.

It was not easy until the cook brought all the dishes he wanted to eat on the table. As soon as he lost his pen, he rushed out in a hurry.

Things that swim in the water, run on the ground, and fly in the sky are all his favorite things in the past. The cook's skills are as good as ever, and the color, aroma, and taste are all good, and he can't fault it, but he still has no appetite at all. No.

After taking a few bites, I vomited.

The old man dropped his chopsticks cursingly, sat down angrily and sulked.

Can see or not eat, he is at this age, and he also suffers from this disease, when he thinks of those old friends in the capital who eat hot and spicy food every day, go to any restaurant that tastes good, and from time to time, they will come to him with joyful depictions Once again, the angry beard trembled.

But it was fine when I was on the mountain just now, why doesn't it work now?

The old man couldn't figure it out.

Bamboo shoots cannot be left overnight, as the meat will become old and affect the taste.

Chi Ming simply cooked a table full of bamboo shoots.

Braised bamboo shoots in oil, hot and sour shredded bamboo shoots in cold sauce, stewed bamboo shoots in old duck, and fried bamboo shoots with mushrooms.

The rest of the blanched water was cut into slices and dried in the yard. It doesn’t need to be dried in the sun, it can be dried in eight layers, and it can be eaten as bamboo shoot noodles.

Bai Yao got hungry at noon, and because of the old man's presence, she only tasted the deliciousness of the bamboo shoots until now, her mouth was full of oil, and her belly was round.

In its words: I would rather turn into a ball than disappoint the delicacies of this world.

Chacha hid in the space and was reluctant to come out. He felt that his obsession with food was not deep.Instead, he prefers to stay in the soft soil, which is his happy nest.

Chi Ming was quite satisfied with what he ate, thinking about whether he should go dig some winter bamboo shoots and dry them into dried bamboo shoots tomorrow.

The only disadvantage of eating bamboo shoots is that they are not easy to digest, have a lot of fiber, and are cold in nature.

Chi Ming ate too much this day, his stomach became a little bloated later, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

Thinking that I haven't made tea for several days, I thought about drinking some tea to relieve my tiredness.

To his horror, that person came just after he finished making tea.

I thought I finally got rid of that person...

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Xuanshu: What, you are very excited to see me?

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