Hearing Miss Zhao's question, the hunchbacked old man stood up and saluted respectfully, "One hundred and ninety-seven three pillars of desolate man pays homage to the city lord."
"Poof", the grass that was drinking tea sprayed out. This name is similar to Yu Sheng's name for wine.
However, Aunt Qing, Yu Shiyu and others were in awe after hearing this. The so-called "1973" refers to the 1,973 years that this desolate man stayed on the pillar.
The top of the pillar is only a few square inches, and only a small amount of food is provided at regular intervals every day. It is extraordinary to think that it can stay there for such a long time.
Moreover, in that high place, people have nothing else to do except enlightenment. This group of ascetic monks may not be able to comprehend anything.
Therefore, although it is less than two thousand years old, its strength cannot be underestimated.
Before Miss Zhao could ask about his origins, the hunchbacked old man had already said it with a smile.
"I heard that the young master of the East Wasteland has become the leader of the East Wasteland Alliance. Lingshan thought about it again and again, and finally decided to let the old man come down to assist the young master in dealing with the ghost affairs in the East Wasteland." He said kindly.
Yu Shiyu interjected: "Is a mere young master of the Eastern Wilderness worthy of being led by a Thousand Pillars Wilderness Warrior?"
When Lingshan communicates with Kunlun Qiu on weekdays, it is Huang Shiju who passes the message in the middle.
Now facing Yu Sheng, she sent a deserter. She felt that the Witch Academy valued this boy too much.
Huang Shi smiled and said nothing. Ye Zigao explained considerately: "As expected, the three Huang Kings are all reasonable masters. This mother and son..."
He paused for a moment, and then continued after seeing that there was no lightning from the kitchen: "They are all unreasonable, and the money-minded boss will certainly take some trouble to deal with."
When he explained to Yu Shiyu enthusiastically, Bai Gaoxing glanced at him sideways and wondered, now Ye Zigao doesn't pay attention to the opposite sex and sells his knowledge instead?
If Ye Zigao knew what Bai Gaoxing was thinking, he would definitely say that he didn't understand him.
This girl Yu is slightly similar to the shopkeeper. She can't be said to be ugly, but she is very ordinary. She is not worthy of Ye Zigao offending the black girl and showing her attentiveness.
However, considering that ordinary-looking girls often have beauties around them, Ye Zigao is still happy to help.
It's a pity that Yu Shiyu doesn't appreciate it.
She glanced at Ye Zigao coldly, turned to the girl and said, "Shopkeeper Yu is not strict with his subordinates. He actually lets his servants arrange things."
"Hey, me." Thinking that he couldn't beat the opponent, Ye Zigao could only swallow the next words.
Not to mention that they were outside, Yu Sheng was complaining about the system inside, "You said you can't even search, and you asked me to search for them one by one."
"It's not that your turtle grandson knows too little. You can't even make clear noodle soup." The system's cold voice was filled with disdain.
"Your uncle, please pay attention, my mother is the King of the Eastern Wasteland." Yu Sheng flipped through the menu, looking for the clear soup noodles that the hunchbacked old man wanted.
"Haha, come on, if you have the ability, your mother's lightning will strike your brain." The system is confident.
"Your uncle." Yu Sheng was helpless with this system, so he could only say dirty things in vain.
Just as the system was about to scold him, Yu Sheng suddenly changed the subject, "You said your system didn't search, so it had to be divided into categories, but Yangchun Noodles and Dongpo Rou were actually together."
He was just about to feel proud that the system was scolded by him one more time, when he suddenly came to his senses and said, "Yes, Yangchun Noodles."
Yangchun noodles are a veritable clear soup noodles, and they have a unique flavor.
"A handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of water, five cents of lard, a spoonful of Qiaotou old Chen's soy sauce, and blanched two crispy cabbages..."
This line made me hungry for the rest of my life.
The heroes in Gu Long's novels also like to eat Yangchun noodles, but Yu Sheng feels that the main reason is that Yangchun noodles are not valuable and they are poor, otherwise they would have eaten a big bowl of meat and a big bowl of wine.
"Is this why you chose Yangchun noodles?" The system said coldly in his mind, "Are you going to kill the old man with a bowl of simple and cheap noodles?"
"Vulgar, am I that kind of person? Don't use your villain's heart to judge my gentleman's heart." Yu Sheng exchanged the menu and rolled up his sleeves to prepare.
"Young man, don't think that the system's Yangchun noodles are very simple." Seeing Yu Sheng redeem the recipe, the system said this sentence and disappeared with gloating.
Yu Sheng was stunned, and when he looked at the recipe carefully, he realized that the systematic Yangchun Noodles were really not that simple.
It’s easy to make soup stock. The inn now always has soup stock made from old hens that are sealed with hemp paper and stewed.
The fat and impurities have been removed from these broths, leaving only clear soup, which is just right for Yangchun noodles.
For the rest of my life, the trouble lies in the face.
If you could use ordinary noodles, you would have already done a lot, and you would save a lot of effort for the rest of your life.
However, the noodles required in the system recipe must be soup stock and noodles, and the best flour is high-quality all-purpose flour.
"Okay, let's start." Yu Sheng felt that he had been tricked by the system, so he cursed him secretly and started to make a face.
Pour the clear soup into the flour, add a little salt and knead it into a dough, then beat it repeatedly with "bang bang".
People outside were talking, and when they heard the voice from the kitchen, they all looked at the kitchen curtain.
"Look, look, if you don't compensate Alliance Leader Yu, Alliance Leader Yu will be angry now." Shi Jingtian took the opportunity to blame Yu Shiyu.
"Is the shopkeeper making new pasta?" Guizai asked curiously, then turned and entered the kitchen.
When Miss Zhao who was standing next to her heard that it was new pasta, she ignored the outside and followed it in.
"New pasta?" Ye Zi became excited. He hadn't even tried the plate of winter bamboo shoots and bacon yet, but the shopkeeper had actually produced something new.
"It's a blessing." The huddled black girl also poked her head out and stared at the kitchen without blinking.
This surprised Yu Shiyu. Could it be that the food cooked by that boy in Yu Sheng was so attractive? Then she had to try it.
After entering, Miss Zhao saw the sunlight streaming in through the window, passing through the scattered flour, and falling on Yu Sheng's constantly shaking shoulders.
He kept beating the dough on the chopping board. On the fire next to him, there was boiling water in a pot, soup in another pot, and something unknown in another pot.
After the water boiled, Yu Sheng stopped beating, cut out the noodles, made them moderately soft and hard, put them in a soup pot and boiled them, and then put them in cold water.
This is also a technical job. If you fish it out too early or too late, it will affect the appearance and taste of the noodles.
After spending the rest of my life in the "Two Heavens of Ice and Fire", the surface of the face has shrunk, the lines are smooth, straight and straight, and it looks very muscular, which makes my naughty little aunt stare closely.
Wei Zai, on the other hand, stared at Yu Sheng's movements without blinking. As the second chef of the inn, Wei Zai had always wanted to replace the chef.
However, these days she has not been very successful on her own.
Although the food she cooked was delicious, after tasting Yu Sheng's, everyone could not forget Yu Sheng's craftsmanship.
After the noodles were soaked in water, Yu Sheng used two long chopsticks to lift the noodles up high from the pot, put them into a colander to filter the water, then folded them into three and placed them in a large bowl next to them.
This large bowl has been filled with the light soy sauce that has been redeemed by the system, and is topped with freshly cut head and tail greens.
Miss Zhao thought it was over. When she reached out to hold the bowl, she was stopped by Yu Sheng. When she saw him turning around, he scooped out a spoonful of hot lard and poured some clear soup on it.
"Done!" Yu Sheng breathed out and handed a pair of chopsticks to Miss Zhao.
This is the first noodle soup, the most refreshing bowl. Of course I have to let my aunt taste it for the rest of my life.