The young Miao girl turned into a strange bird from the Emperor River and flew away, and the giant man like an iron tower also left with a huge ax step by step. When Du Chun was explaining the difference between the black witch tribe and the white witch tribe in southern Xinjiang, that
The waiter, whose teeth had been knocked out by the giant man, came, and black porcelain dishes were brought up one by one.
The food culture of southern Xinjiang is very different from that of China. Even though this inn has the golden sign of Yuelai Inn, in fact, whether it is the dishes or the drinks, the style of Chinese food is almost invisible.
Yang Shijiu is an out-and-out wealthy man. He is not short of money and has enough to eat and drink. Everyone has finally come to Southern Xinjiang. Naturally, they have to appreciate the food culture of Southern Xinjiang, not to mention that everyone here seems to be
They are all foodies, including that fat bird.
I basically ordered all the specialties of southern Xinjiang, such as blood soup, chili bone, Miaoxiang turtle and phoenix soup, cotton cake, pounded fish, fish in sour soup, etc. The names of these dishes are a bit appetizing.
As for fried bamboo maggots, grilled bee pupae, yellow ant eggs, fried flower spiders, cow dung worm eggs, sand maggots, etc., just looking at the names has already made several fairies vomit, but everyone has them.
Out of curiosity, I ordered a few things that didn't look too disgusting.
For example, Ye Xiaochuan was very interested in the yellow ant eggs and had no intention of listening to Du Chun's endless display of his amazing knowledge. He pulled the tell-tale waiter and pointed at the poor-looking food being served.
Ask this and that.
As a qualified fat chef, wherever he goes, he must first understand the local food culture. This is a rare opportunity, how can he be an exception?
"What are these yellow ant eggs? Are your ants in southern Xinjiang different from our ants in China? Ants are already very small, can they lay eggs?" The waiter in the shop said some bad Chinese language.
, said: "My guest does not know that there is a kind of yellow ant in our southern Xinjiang. Yellow ants grow on trees. They are as long as a thumb, have a thin waist and a big belly. They have two big teeth in their mouths. They mostly make nests in broad leaves.
, reproduction, these yellow ant eggs are just tiny pieces of yellow
Ant eggs are the most delicious after cooking. However, these yellow ants are very large and poisonous. Ant eggs are hard to come by. Therefore, in the entire Yulong Village, our store is the only one that has this famous southern Xinjiang dish. You are here
You can’t get it anywhere else.”
As he spoke, the tell-tale waiter actually showed a somewhat proud expression.
Ye Xiaochuan scooped up a spoonful of yellow ant eggs, and slowly put it into his mouth under the disgusted eyes of several fairies.
Gu Pan'er shouted: "Ye Xiaochuan, if you dare to eat stuff, you are not allowed to come within three feet of me in the future."
Yang Liudi said: "That's right, you'll eat all the ant eggs, how dirty it is!"
Ye Xiaochuan didn't care about that much. He raised his neck and took a spoonful of yellow ant eggs into his mouth. While blinking his mouth, he said: "It tastes good. It's similar to the fish roe in March. It's very chewy."
Jin, you guys should try it too... Hey, Senior Sister Yang, why are you vomiting?"
Seeing the slimy appearance of the small white particles, I realized they were ant eggs, so it would be strange not to spit them out.
God knows whether those ant eggs have been cooked. What if they are eaten and a nest of ants is born in the stomach?
There was a table full of southern Xinjiang specialties, and most of the people just used chopsticks with good-quality chopsticks. As for the dishes that seemed to be dark cuisine, they were all brought to Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan refused to accept anyone who came, and so did Wangcai. This man had two big foodies, and he couldn't be more happy to eat.
Thousands of miles away, in the Kunlun Mountains, there is Wuliang Cave.
Wuliang Cave is located in a mountain nest thirty miles southwest of Kunlun Mountain. It is not February yet, the weather is still cold, and Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow.
In Wuliang Cave, there used to be two people living there, one was Wu Quantum and the other was Zuo Qiu. After Wu Quantum became an immortal and passed away more than ten years ago, Zuo Qiu was the only one left.
As the master of the Scarlet Sky Divine Sword and an elder of the Xuantian Sect who has reached the realm of Lingji, he does not even have a servant to take care of his food and daily life. It is conceivable how low Zuo Qiu's status is in the Xuantian Sect. The sky outside is dark
It was already dark. Zuo Qiu came to the cave with a bundle of wood. There was a small casserole hanging on the bonfire. Zuo Qiu sat alone next to the casserole and threw a few pieces of wood into the flames below.
Then he skillfully lifted the lid of the casserole and used a long-handled spoon to
Gently stirring the porridge in the pot.
The porridge is good, fish fillet and purple rice porridge. Ye Xiaochuan used to make fish fillet and purple rice porridge on the Mermaid Island on the edge of the North Sea. The stirring work was always done by Zuo Qiu, and he learned it over time.
Of course, she only learned this one.
However, Ye Xiaochuan once taught the skill of making porridge. No matter what kind of porridge, it needs constant stirring.
As Zuo Qiu stirred, a faint fragrance gradually filled the cave. Zuo Qiu stretched out his nose and took a deep breath on the casserole, with a look of intoxication and satisfaction on his face.
Seeing that the heat was almost done, I took the white porcelain bowl and prepared a bowl for myself.
At this moment, a subtle sound came from outside the cave.
Zuo Qiu is such an expert, she can immediately detect the slightest sound, and instantly grabbed the Red Sky Divine Sword beside her.
Said: "Who?"
In the passage of the cave, a ray of fire gradually appeared. It should be a person holding a lantern walking over. Soon Zuo Qiu saw the person clearly. He did not put down the Chixiao in his hand, but frowned slightly and said: "Li
Senior brother?"
The visitor was not someone else, but Li Xuanyin, the future successor of Xuantian Sect. Li Xuanyin walked into the kitchen cave and put the lantern in his hand aside. Seeing Zuo Qiu preparing for dinner, he smiled slightly and said, "Zuo Qiu."
Junior sister, Master has told me several times that Wuliang Cave is too secluded and it is not convenient for you to live here alone. He asked you to move to God.
Shan, you refused, and I arranged for you to have a few handyman disciples to serve you, but you also refused, and you have to make fire and make food by yourself, how miserable it is."
Zuo Qiu said: "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Master and Senior Brother Li. I have become accustomed to living in Wuliang Cave over the years and I don't want to move anywhere. I wonder why Senior Brother Li came to see me today?"
Li Xuanyin laughed and said: "It's nothing big, I just want to send you a letter."
Zuo Qiu was stunned, who would write to him? The Xuantian Sect had almost no friends who could not write to him, and none of the disciples sent abroad seemed to remember him.
Li Xuanyin took out an envelope from his arms and said: "Today, Ye Xiaochuan of Cangyunmen sent you a letter. I happened to be fine, so I sent it to you." Zuo Qiu's body moved slightly, and an idea immediately appeared in his mind.
He looked like that wretched young man who had eaten so much of himself.