Chapter 340： The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying (part 2) (1/2)

After the chicken soup boils for the second time, skim off the foam, combine it with the old turtle into a pot, add slices of ham, add the wolfberry, and simmer on low heat.

At the same time, I took a large pot, put one of the six claws into it, and poured a pot of Lao Turtle Soup. The seasoning was very simple, a little fennel, four or five cloves, a little cinnamon star anise, and four or five tangerine peels.

The two dishes that Lin Chou cooked today are very emboldened.

One is ”Farewell My Concubine”.

This is a traditional dish in Xuzhou. It is a dish created by the common people to commemorate the leader of the rebellion in the end of Qin, the hero of the Qin Dynasty, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, and Yu Ji, a peerless beauty who cares about the fortune of the country and is awe-inspiring. It is passed down from generation to generation. to date.

This famous dish uses the homonyms of chicken and turtle, chicken and Ji, turtle and goodbye, to highlight the allusion of Farewell My Concubine, with euphemistic meaning and wonderful artistic conception.

The other dish of glutinous dog meat, the famous Fan's dog meat, is even more touching.

It’s said that when Mr. Liu, the emperor of the Han Taizu, was still a gangster (well, I think everyone knows a little bit about Mr. Liu in the official biography, that is refreshing). If there is nothing to do, he loves to harass his future subordinates. General and current ”good friend” Lao Fan.

At that time, Lao Fan didn’t have any shields and guns. He was very poor. He slaughtered dogs for a living. He sold fresh and frozen dog meat. It might also sell spicy five-spice thirteen-flavored flavors. It was an ancestral unique skill, but the business was average. starve.

Mrs. Liu had nothing else to do with Lao Fan. He ate dog meat and talked about Dashan by the way and despised Lao Qin's second product. He left after eating and blowing, and he didn't pay any money.

Mrs. Liu felt like a mirror in his heart, but in the future, I will ask the 72 concubines of the Sangong and the Sixth Court to be called a lonely person.

Do you dare to control me for money?

I can't give you money if you want money!

More losses!

Forgive you for your lack of culture. You definitely don’t understand such profound and confusing sentences as ”Is it a king's soil in the whole world, or a princely court”, but I am a generous prince. When I come to eat dog meat next time, Forgive you again.

Lao Fan is sincere, so he can't afford to provoke him. He deliberately detoured a long way and quietly moved and ran away. This time, it was not only far away, but also separated by a big river.

Old man Liu is as poor as a ghost...cough cough, it happens to be shy in his pocket, how can I get a ticket to cross the river to find Lao Fan by boat?

Or how can I say that Mr. Liu has a hard life, and the ancient people are more or less legendary.

In a hurry, an old man who didn't know how many years he had lived, stroked his beard and raised his head to ask.

”Your Majesty, have another glass...”

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”...Your Majesty, cross the river, forgive the open-top boat, the thief is comfortable!”

So Old Man Liu, who was holding his stomach, appeared in front of Lao Fan again.

I crossed the river with sorrow, and my stomach was hungry. I just grabbed the dog meat no matter what.

The people around saw that the old man was sweating profusely and the tiger's body was shaking, and the advertising effect suddenly burst, and everyone rushed forward.

Lao Fan’s dog meat was sold out.

Lao Fan was so happy for the thief, and the next day he chopped off the enthusiastic Lao Yuan to celebrate.

In order to destroy the corpse, he stewed Lao Ying and dog meat. Unexpectedly, the soup tasted sweet and the dog meat was red and bright. From then on, Lao Fan embarked on the road of making a fortune.

When Mr. Liu returned to his hometown when he returned to his hometown as a Sishui Pavilion, he saw that Lao Fan’s car and house tickets were all available, and he felt so angry. Thinking about the free ferry tickets, he was even more angry. He ordered the big soldiers to take him away. Fan controls all the knives, puts aside harsh words, and dares to use the knives to punish your kid for bankruptcy.

Lao Fan had no choice but to kill the dog with a stick and tear the skin of the dog and stew it whole. After it was done, it was torn and sold by hand, which was the first of its kind.

Later, Mr. Liu was already a great ancestor. After rebelling against Yingbo, he passed through his hometown and feasted in the village with dog meat and wine. This dog meat is exactly the nephew of Wuyang Hou Lao Fan, who has won the true biography of Lao Fan.

The old man Liu rejoiced, and the past came to his heart, and the poem became popular, saying,

”The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Fan's dog meat does not need a knife.”

All in all, in short.

The two dishes were made for different people, but they originated from the same ancient times.

With their moving stories, they will meet again in a small restaurant after the cataclysm of thousands of years.

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Huang Dashan and others are quite clear about the taste of a certain forest.