Chapter 210: A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a game for a day
Xiangling rushed out after holding a plate of vegetables and a rice cooker with a plate of vegetables on her head. When she saw Gu Sanqiu, her eyes lit up and she came to him waving a spatula.
"Monitor, your ingredients are so interesting. I have never seen them before. Some of the ingredients I have seen are of better quality!"
Xiangling's eyes were full of stars: "Can you sell some to me? I want to use them to make Wanmintang's special holiday dishes."
"It contains spiritual energy, or elemental power. Even you and those who practice the same lineage must eat properly, let alone ordinary people."
Gu Sanqiu shook his head, and then pointed to the plate of fried pork with Jueyun pepper in Guo Ba's hand.
"For example, if you make a bowl of Wanmintang's special boiled fish, you can only pick out a piece and chop it up as a seasoning and put it into the soup. It's a bit unrealistic for you to promote it in Wanmintang."
When will this kind of food be able to circulate unhindered in Liyue's catering industry and be used as a common ingredient in thousands of households, Gu Sanqiu feels that it will not be far from Liyue's unification of Teyvat.
Even if someone wants to come to Liyue to cause destruction, or even kidnap the next generation to threaten the next generation, this is a dirty trick. If they are not a high-ranking expert, they will probably be formed by a kid who can lift a thousand pounds of stone.
Get it...
Not to mention anything else, if Dugu Shuo, who had taught him two-handed swordsmanship in his spare time, could eat such ingredients all year round, it would not be a problem to crush a member of the advance team with his current strength.
However, with his current strength and identity, this kind of thing can only be shared among friends on a small scale. If he wants to popularize it in Liyue Port, the leakage of ingredients will definitely be uncontrollable.
He didn't want to be stared at by some strange guys every day. It was not unreasonable for the Gu family to step down from the position of leader of Xuanmen and live in Liyue Port as a rich man.
"Hey, that's it. No wonder I like to eat crispy rice. It turns out to be such a nutritious thing."
Not to mention the predecessor of Guoba, as a companion of Wanmintang's little chef, no matter how simple the ingredients are, they can be turned into delicious food in Xiangling's hands. This taste has long been cultivated.
Normally, Guo Ba would only eat a few pieces secretly, probably just to amuse Xiang Ling. It is indeed rare to take away the rice cakes directly like today.
Xiangling turned her head and saw two empty plates and Guo Ba's "glazed" face, pretending that nothing had happened.
“Cookba!”
Gu Sanqiu glanced at the creature who should have been called the senior ancestor, and then nodded secretly.
Great, my plan went very successfully.
Originally, according to the customs of treating people, no one could cook for guests, but when Guo Ba saw Gu Sanqiu walking into the kitchen, he wanted to run out and couldn't hold him back.
Gu Sanqiu, who knew something inside, had no choice but to take out the ingredients he had saved, and then waved his hand to let Xiang Ling cook, while he sat outside as an ordinary person watching the card game.
Now it seems that this plan is very good. Let Guo Ba realize how good the things he has made are good, and then find a chance to cook a meal. The name of the "inheritance" of the dark cuisine master can be taken off the Gu family's head.
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To be honest, due to the limitations of the ingredients themselves, there is actually a certain upper limit to the mixture of flavors. No matter how unpalatable the food cooked by an ancestor is, it should not be so deeply remembered by this great master.
However, when he thought that he was an ancestor of his family's Fengxiang lineage, Gu Sanqiu suddenly felt that this was still acceptable.
The Gu family, who has an abnormal brain and is also a master of dark cuisine, can make some kind of dark flavor that breaks through the limitations of ingredients. Is it normal?
"Sister, are you finished here? It's time to eat."
Gu Sanqiu looked at the large stone table that he had improvised.
Well, the situation is complicated.
"Brother Gu, Hall Master, since the food has been prepared, how about you enjoy it first?"
Zhong Li raised his head and looked at Gu Sanqiu: "We still have some processes that have not been completed."
"It will be a matter of the year of the monkey and the month of the horse after you have finished dealing with it."
Hutao complained: "I can see that the outcome of your scene is not one that can be determined in a short time!"
“Easy to handle.”
Gu Sanqiu rolled up his sleeves: "I smashed the table to pieces with one palm. I will definitely solve the problem in a short time."
"Um?"
Ningguang and Beidou looked at Gu Sanqiu with suppressive gazes.
"I was wrong."
Gu Sanqiu reacted without hesitation: "Sister, you just have fun first, I'll make you some simple meals and serve them up."
Okay, let’s make another portion of the rice dumplings. If you don’t have a chance, create your own chance. It’s perfect!
"Let's go, it seems these guys won't leave the table until there's a winner."
Xingqiu shook his head helplessly. He also claimed that he had read poetry and had a superior IQ, but from the perspective of the spectators, this "game" felt a bit overwhelming.
Perhaps as Sanqiu said, the only way to resolve this battle in a short time is to smash the table into pieces with a slap.
"Let's go, it seems these guys are a match."
Xin Yan shook her head helplessly, as if she had met a friend who also liked rock music, wishing that her mood during the night talk could be considered a normal description.
Gu Sanqiu touched his chin. He was considering whether he should explicitly ban playing Liyue Millennium when having dinner together in the future.
This kind of game is extremely time-consuming and very mental. If you really want to worry about it, spending the next few days and nights is not a problem at all.
Hutao, Xingqiu and Chongyun started to serve the food, while Xiangling sat on the dining table and guarded the rice cakes tightly, always paying attention to protecting their lunch dishes.
"Eat, eat, everyone is so familiar, just entertain yourself."
Gu Sanqiu put down the juice and walked into the kitchen: "I'm going to make something simple for my sister."
Guo Ba's expression gradually became horrified, and then his eyes returned to the table full of dishes in front of him, and he smiled and shook his body from side to side.
"Lielie~"
Burning the pot over high heat, supplemented by various spices, Gu Sanqiu threw all the ingredients into the pot quite simply, and used the wind element's stand-up collar to control the distance between the ingredients and the wok to ensure that the temperature would not damage the quality of the ingredients.
"Tsk, it's almost the same as refining alchemy."
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"Okay, I'll make curry omelette rice for you guys."
Gu Sanqiu came out with a wooden tray and used elemental power to condense a small crystal pillar around the four of them to hold the food.
"According to your taste needs, just pour the sauce in the pot according to the amount."
"Well, thank you very much, Brother Gu."
Zhongli nodded, and then glanced at the egg bun on the rice. It would tremble slightly under the breeze, but it would not break.
“Interesting ingredients.”
Now it happened that Ningguang and Beidou were having a trial battle, and Keqing was sending out a small group of troops to train. As a representative of a distant country, Zhongli chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and he just had time to eat.
Just as Zhongli picked up the knife on the side, his trouser leg was grabbed by a round hand.
"!!!"
Guo Ba looked horrified, but his hands did not stop.