Mr. Shan became very angry when he saw the big cat squatting on the shoulder of the dead body, opening its mouth continuously and making "haha" sounds, and raising its front paws from time to time to scratch his own hands.
He said angrily: "You beast, you are just looking for death."
After saying that, he picked up a bamboo pole used to hold a lantern and stabbed it towards the civet cat.
The civet cat took the pain, let out a scream, and jumped onto the roof.
When Mr. Shan saw it sitting on the roof, licking his own front paws and refusing to leave, he couldn't help but feel angry.
But now the dead man who pretended to be a corpse was standing in the coffin and jumping around. He didn't care about continuing to chase the civet cat and hurriedly turned around to look at the dead body.
I saw that the deceased was an old lady wearing a funeral robe. She seemed to be about eighty or ninety years old. This could be considered a mourning event at that time.
At this time, the old lady stood in the coffin, jumping up and down, trying to jump out of it.
However, due to her short stature and stiff limbs and slow movement, no matter how hard she tried, she could not jump out of the coffin that was higher than her knees.
Because she had been dead for two days, the old lady's livid face had sunken eyes, and her gray eyes were cloudy. She had lost all her teeth, and her lips were shriveled, but her throat was constantly moving.
There was a constant "cough" sound similar to a roar.
Seeing such a scene, Mr. Shan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly bit his index finger and dabbed the blood from his fingertip on the old lady's forehead.
Strangely enough, when the blood from Mr. Shan's fingertip touched the old lady's forehead, the bouncing corpse immediately stopped moving.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Shan put his two fingers together, touched the old lady's chin, and then pushed it upward. The old lady suddenly opened her mouth and exhaled a breath of foul air.
After exhaling this breath, the old lady's body swayed and she fell backwards. Mr. Shan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and then slowly put her back into the coffin.
After doing all this, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and said: "It's okay, you all can come over."
After hearing this, the family members of the deceased gathered around cautiously. At this time, Mr. Shan looked up to look for the civet cat that had caused trouble, but found that it had long since disappeared from the room.
The eldest son of the deceased asked with lingering fear: "Uncle Shan, what happened just now? My old lady has only been alive for two days, how can she still stand up?"
Mr. Shan shook his head and said: "Hey, your old lady was pissed off by that civet cat just now, so she got up her body."
After hearing this, the eldest son of the deceased said with confusion on his face: "That shouldn't be the case. That cat's name is Dahua, and it was raised by my old lady since she was a child. Since the old lady passed away, it has not eaten or drank for the past two days.
They were wandering around the coffin, but they didn’t see my mother’s body being lifted up.”
Mr. Shan said with a guilty look on his face: "You blame me for this. If you hadn't consecrated the deceased, the big cat wouldn't have let the old lady pick up the body. But I consecrated your old lady halfway, and she was killed by my family."
The little cub was distracted. This gave the big cat an opportunity to inflict anger on the deceased."
After everyone listened, they seemed to be suddenly enlightened.
Mr. Shan continued: "Okay, the lights have been turned on, and the time is almost up. Let's send the old lady to her grave as soon as possible."
After finishing their daily chores, Mr. Shan took Miao Qiang home. On the way, Miao Qiang’s little heart jumped wildly. Firstly, he was frightened by what he had just seen, and secondly, he was afraid of going home.
Later he was beaten by his grandfather.
But to his surprise, when he returned home, Mr. Shan did not punish him. Instead, he called young Miao Qiang to his side and said with a serious expression: "It seems that this is God's will! Anyway, from today on,
I will pass on my skills to you."
"However, those who practice Taoism suffer from five disadvantages and three shortcomings. After you learn my skills, you cannot make a living from it. Otherwise, the five disadvantages and three shortcomings are not something ordinary people can bear, unless you have the imperial spirit.
Possession, do you remember it?"
Miao Qiang was young at the time and had no idea what the five disadvantages and three deficiencies meant, but when he saw that he could escape a beating, he immediately nodded in agreement.
Mr. Shan looked at his young grandson and said helplessly: "Why are you talking to a kid like this? You can't understand it now."
After shaking his head, he continued: "If you want to learn my skills, you must have a strong body. Your body is too weak. From tomorrow on, you will start practicing boxing with me every morning."
Since that day, young Miao Qiang would be taken out of bed every morning before dawn and taught by his grandfather to box.
In this way, he started practicing Bajiquan at the age of six and has been practicing it till now. It can be said that he has practiced it regardless of rain or shine.
As Miao Qiang grew up, it was time for the college entrance examination in a blink of an eye. However, because he only knew how to fight and his academic performance was always poor, he gave up the idea of going to college. He followed a relative of his and entered the back of the hotel.
He became an apprentice as a cook and has been doing this till now.
Dimly, Miao Qiang felt as if someone was calling him. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying on the sofa in the dressing room. It turned out that he had just fallen asleep without realizing it.
After he sat up, he rubbed his face with both hands and recalled the dream he had just had. He couldn't help but feel funny. He thought to himself: "How come you can't recall things from your childhood for no reason? It must be because of what they just heard about ghosts and gods.
It’s so noisy.”
After waking up for a while, Miao Qiang asked the apprentice who woke him up: "What's wrong?"
After hearing this, Xiao Wuzi chuckled and said, "Master, the dishes are here. These dishes are a bit strange. I have never seen them before."
While talking, Xiao Wuzi handed the order menu in front of Miao Qiang.
Miao Qiang took a look at the menu and couldn't help but frown, and then said angrily: "This is a menu brought out by some inconsiderate waiter. It's all old dishes that require skill!"
Seeing that his master was angry, Xiao Wuzi followed suit and said angrily: "Master, they must think that we are newcomers and are easy to bully, so they would come up with such a menu to make things difficult for us."
"How about we tell them to take the dishes back? Or change the dishes?"
Seeing Xiao Wuzi testing himself, Miao Qiang said helplessly: "Return? How to return? It's okay to return one or two dishes. The menu is already down, so you can't return all the dishes on it, right?"
Xiaowuzi smiled bitterly and said, "What should we do?"
Miao Qiang stood up and walked towards the door of the locker room. As he walked, he said: "Let's do it, what else can we do, Ma Liudi!"
After leaving the locker room, Miao Qiang took out his mobile phone and checked the time, and found that it was almost one o'clock in the evening. He couldn't help but cursed secretly: "It's bad luck, this unlucky place doesn't stop even in the middle of the night."
At this time, Xiao Wuzi stood in front of Cai Dun and said to Miao Qiang: "Master, I have never caught these vegetables, but you can teach me how to prepare them!"
Miao Qiang picked up the menu again and looked at it, and saw a few dishes written on it, namely, fried meatballs, grilled three whites, beautiful bean paste, and a dish of crispy white meat.
After carefully looking at the menu, Miao Qiang said to Xiao Wuzi: "Don't you know how to make crispy white meat and Nanjing meatballs?"
Xiao Wuzi nodded and said: "I know these two, but I have never caught the others. I just heard other people talk about them, and they seem to be old tricks."
Miao Qiang nodded and said: "These are all old dishes. Beautiful bean paste is okay. You can go to the pastry chef and ask for some cooked bean paste filling. Just roll the bean paste into balls. However, the key to making this dish is to paste it.
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"To make beautiful bean paste, you have to whip the egg whites with a little salt to form an egg paste, then wrap the bean paste in the egg paste and deep-fry it in a pan over low heat."
"The key to the success of this dish is to whip the egg batter to a point where the egg batter is not whipped properly. If the egg batter is not whipped properly, the bean paste filling will fall out of the batter and sink to the bottom of the pot as soon as the dish is put into the oil pan, while the egg paste will not be whipped properly.
The soaked paste floats on top of the oil."
"If the egg batter is whipped just right, the dishes will float in the center of the oil until they are set and taken out."
"How happy you are now. With an electric egg beater, it's no longer a problem to whip out the egg paste. When I was an apprentice, I had to use chopsticks to pull out the egg paste one by one. Sometimes I would be busy for a long time.
, even if your wrists are tired and sore, you may not be able to succeed, and you may even have to be scolded by the master."
"At that time, this beautiful bean paste could be regarded as a dish that required real skill!"