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Volume 1: The Blackened Zhang Si in the World of Fairy Sword 033 The Story of the Cultural Cook

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    Fang Xian is not interested in most things in this world, except food.  At this time, he was full of curiosity, wondering whether the old man had exaggerated Suzhou cuisine.

    The two of them walked into the inn and found a table to sit down at.

    The waiter was dressed very standard. He took off the towel on his shoulder and wiped the table quickly.

    "Sir, what do you two want?"

    At this moment, Fang Xian was at a loss. He had long been accustomed to ordering food by looking at the menu. It was best to have some pictures on the menu. Now in an inn in Suzhou in the Southern Song Dynasty, he really didn't know what to order.

    So Fang Xian looked towards Zhao Linger, trying to ask for help.

    However, Zhao Ling'er's face was completely confused. She didn't know much about this place than the real world. This girl stayed in Shuiyue Palace all day long. Except for those few vegetarian dishes, her memory of food was blank.

    No idea, just ask if you don’t understand.

    "Xiaoer, do you have any good dishes to recommend at your home?"

    The waiter asked patiently: "Do you want snacks or main course, snacks or tea, meat or vegetarian"

    "Forget it" Fang Xian shook his head, took out dozens of coins and slapped them on the table, "Pick up some local dishes with distinctive local characteristics and bring them to you, and two bottles of good wine. Thank you."

    "Please do it!"

    The waiter was overjoyed. It’s not every day that someone takes advantage of someone like this. He collected the money and ran to the kitchen.

    "He seems to speak with a Beijing accent, right?" Fang Xian asked Zhao Ling'er, his face full of confusion.

    Ling'er was very calm: "Have you not noticed that everyone here speaks Beijing accent, and I also speak Beijing accent."

    The waiter is quite kind and has basically prepared all the specialty dishes.

    Suzhou cuisine is one of the eight major cuisines in China and belongs to the "Southern sweet" flavor. Fang Xian originally didn't like this flavor because it was too greasy. In comparison, he was more tolerant of the spicy Sichuan cuisine.

    "However, the sweetness here is unique and elegant. It's not so much the skill of the cook as it is the natural seasoning.

    There are seven or eight dishes such as braised duck, lion head, squirrel mandarin fish, bisnail shrimp, etc. Each dish has its own flavor. When he was in Shuiyue Palace, Fang Xian only ate the ingredients here, and the cooking degree was basically zero.  And in this magical little inn, Fang Xiancai finally appreciated the breadth and depth of our country's traditional cooking skills.

    Good food must be paired with good wine. Fang Xian drank happily, but he had no idea what kind of wine he was drinking.

    There seems to be a floral aroma in this wine, and the taste is slightly sweet. It is not the kind of sweetness that is brewed, but the kind that is similar to the honey in flower buds. It is full of flavor, feels comfortable in the mouth, and even has an aftertaste in the stomach.  .

    At the same time, this meal once again subverted Ling'er's view on food.

    "It's delicious!!" Ling'er chewed the lion's head like an ordinary meatball. The appearance was extremely indecent. "These are also meatballs. Why are they so much better than those in Malatang shops?"

    "This is a lion head, not a meatball."

    “Isn’t it just a bigger meatball?”

    "Okay, actually I think so too." Fang Xian drank a little wine and felt that this scene was quite comfortable. What he was playing was not a game, but life.  What the old man said is indeed true. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. It doesn't matter how big the city of Suzhou is. Restore the flavor inside and it will become a good city.

    In half an hour, the two of them had wiped out all the dishes on the table, and the two Gu wines had also bottomed out.

    "Waiter!" Fang Xian called the waiter over.

    The waiter ran over happily, looking at the empty plate and sighing.

    "Sir, how much do you two eat"

    "Don't be afraid, we are full." Fang Xian asked, rubbing his belly, "What is this wine called? It tastes very refreshing."

    "Haha, sir, you know your stuff. This wine is the famous Osmanthus Wine! It's not a local wine. I don't know where it came from. There was a late poet in the Song Dynasty - Li Qingzhao. Did you know  .”

    "Hey, I actually know! She invented the osmanthus wine?"

    "No, no, she just wrote a poem about osmanthus wine. Sir, please listen carefully"

    As the waiter said, he suddenly changed from a 2b youth to a literary youth:

    "The body is dim and light yellow, and the nature is soft. The traces of love are far away, but the fragrance remains."

    "There is no need for light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the picture railings are open to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival."

    "The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he see the end of the matter?"

    Fang Xian was stunned for a long time.

    "Can't understand."

    "Guest, you are joking, we children in Suzhou City can recite this poem."

      Fang Xian asked again: "Does this word refer to this wine? Why can't I feel it at all?"

    "I'm not talking about osmanthus wine, I'm talking about osmanthus."

    Fang Xian was stunned again. The people of the Song Dynasty were indeed literate. Even a waiter in a shop had such accomplishments. He was an embarrassment to the people of the 21st century China.

    "By the way, I have one more thing to ask for." Fang Xian stood up and leaned into the waiter's ear, "Can you take me to meet your cook?"

    "This the cook is very busy"

    It’s an old bridge, Fang Xian knows how to deal with it, he stuffs the broken money into the waiter’s pocket, and everything is done.

    The waiter put away the broken money and made sure that the boss was not looking here. Then he took Fang Xian and sneaked towards the kitchen: "Sir, if you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."

    "Of course, I am in a hurry." Fang Xian did not forget to tell Ling'er before leaving, "Sit tight and don't move around."

    When I came to the kitchen, I saw a fat, white, middle-aged man looking up at the ceiling at an angle of 45°, smiling lightly.  His face was featureless except for being fat. His head was smooth and there was no hair at all. Even his eyebrows looked very light and slightly funny.

    "Didn't you say he was very busy?"

    "He is very busy, because there is the word 'busy' in his name." The waiter smiled apologetically and pointed at Chef Shamat and said, "This is the chef in charge - Fang Mang. You guys hurry up and talk, don't let the shopkeeper  discovered."

    "Why did my parents choose the name? I feel very unhappy" Fang Xian mumbled and walked up to Fang Mang, waving his hand, "Can we talk?"

    I saw Fang busy sigh——

    "The peach blossoms are smiling in Taohuawu, and the cuckoos are pretty in the Humble Administrator's Garden."

    "It seems that I am drifting in a fairyland, and I dream of returning to the south of the Yangtze River in the middle of the night."

    Listening to these words, Fang Xian felt that his more than ten years of study had been in vain.

    "What's the matter, sir?" The chef continued to look up at the ceiling, looking like a master. As a fat white man, he didn't have the joy of a fat white man. Maybe educated people are like this.

    Fang Xian had to adapt to the feelings of a cultural chef: "Brother Fang, I have two questions to ask. I hope you can enlighten me."

    The chef smiled and waved his arms: "I can't say I can teach you, but it doesn't hurt."

    "Where are you from?"

    "" The chef thought he was going to talk about some poetry and poetry, but he didn't expect this brother to be so vulgar, but he still had to answer questions, "Fang was born in Sichuan. He traveled to Hunan, Guangdong and other places when he was young, and later  I lived in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, and a year ago I was lucky enough to join Lin'an University as a chef. However, I made a big mistake and was demoted from the university, so I had to devote myself to a small shop in Suzhou."

    “Brother, speak slowly, I’m slow in thinking.”

    So the chef said it again.

    Fang Xian thought about it and realized that the co-author was an expert. He was proficient in Sichuan, Hunan, and Cantonese cuisine. He also served as an imperial chef. In modern times, he would be the head chef of any restaurant he entered.

    "Brother Fang is low-key enough, so I have to ask the second question."

    "please."

    "What mistake did you make in Ouchi?"

    "Can we not talk about this?"

    "I'll keep it a secret."

    "Hey" The chef looked melancholy, "One time the emperor had a small dinner party with all the nobles, and asked me to make a fresh foreign dish. The fresher, the better, and the more rare the better, so I made a  Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

    "That's all we've talked about, let's have a good time."

    "Well, I made a dish for them - fried water cockroaches."

    "Fuck" Fang Xian only felt at this moment that it might not be a good thing for a cook to know too much. After a brief thought, he asked, "How big is the water cockroach?"

    The cook made an oval as big as a bowl.

    "Who dares to eat this size? It's just that they don't want to eat it. Why do they demote you?"

    "Young master, I don't know. I have improved the water cockroach. Chinese cuisine pays attention to the color, flavor and aroma. I processed the fried cockroach, removing the head, tail and legs, and then dyed and seasoned it with mustard juice, and put it on the side.  Picked up radish flowers or something.”

    "Then what?"

    ????“然后他们都吃了，连汤都舔了，说很好吃，就问我这是什么做的，我如实说了，就被揍了一顿轰出来了。”

    "Hey they don't understand. Water cockroaches are very rich in protein." Fang Xian patted Fang Mong's shoulder, "Brother Fang, I understand your situation. Let's say goodbye. See you later."

    After saying this, Fang Xian strode away.

    Fang was confused. He just thought that this person was sick and came here to talk nonsense when he had nothing to do. He didn't know that he was very busy.

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