Food on the tip of your tongue

Pa, it looks like a waiter in an ancient shop.

He comforted himself thinking just now, this must be Hengdian, this must be a certain crew filming, but there is not even a single modern thing around her, not even a single wire, he realized that this is The cheating time traveled.

Ten thousand grass-mud horses roared and galloped past the fragile Marie Gobi Desert on the tip of his heart. Zhang Yonghuan watched the shop assistant chase after him for more than an hour, but he still didn't catch the clucking and flopping old hen queen. , He finally couldn't help but said, "Hey, little brother, can you get me a ladder to go down?" He asked politely with a Coca-Cola smile.

The panting waiter who was chasing the old hen looked up at the locust tree in the yard that was thicker than his waist, "You...you... Boss Huan, why did you get on the tree?" He stared round in shock. He closed his eyes, pointed at Zhang Yonghuan and asked with shaking fingers.

Huan Boss?Zhang Yonghuan calmly took a deep breath with the spirit of a time traveler, and said with a smile, "I'll go up the tree to pick out the bird's eggs."

"Ouch... We thought you went back to the house to study the recipes. It turns out that you went up the tree to dig out the eggs. You wait and I will ask the old grandson to bring the ladder." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran out courtyard.

After a while, the waiter in the shop led a skinny old man who was smoking dry cigarettes. He moved a wooden ladder and put it on the tree trunk. He climbed down very quickly.

The old grandson took a puff of cigarette, and the old god was still there puffing and puffing: "Boss Huan, if Boss Qin is not here, you don't have to dig out birds' eggs from trees. If you bump into each other, don't let me follow you!" Xiaoxu will suffer accordingly, you should study your recipes, so you can go to the house and rest."

Zhang Yonghuan didn't react for a while, looked at the wrinkled old man and the bitter-faced waiter dumbfoundedly, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

He patted the sawdust on his body, thought for a while and said tentatively: "I, Zhang Yonghuan, know what I'm doing, isn't it just climbing a tree to dig out bird eggs, it's worth all your fuss."

The old grandson's face darkened, he took a sip of the cigarette holder and said, "Boss Huan, you don't know how to punch and kick at all. Boss Qin told us before leaving the house to watch you so that you don't let you go up the tree to dig out the bird's nest." , how good you are... just as Boss Qin left, you..."

Fuck me!Nima, does his identity overlap with that of the 21st century?Does this weird situation of traveling through the world with me really exist?

Zhang Yonghuan wondered, in the 21st world, he has read a lot of time-traveling novels on the Internet, why other people's time-traveling is either to rule the world, or to return to the Ming Dynasty to be a prince. He is a hero of the rivers and lakes, but he is no different from him in the last century!

A flood of thoughts flooded into his mind in an instant. He was born in Song State in Longteng Continent, and he was born in Xiliang. Now he has settled down in Weinan, eight hundred miles away from Qinchuan. His name is Zhang Yonghuan, and he works for Laifu Restaurant. The second boss, he has no father and no mother, and grew up with his grandfather. After the death of his grandfather, he sold the property and house, came to Yulin Town in Tongguan from Zhangcun, and met the big boss Qin Yang...the two partnered together. Yinzi opened this small restaurant. He is addicted to raw food. In the past, he either digs the soil and grows vegetables by himself, or researches recipes to improve dishes... What a fool, the current Zhang Yonghuan is a copy of him in the 21st century!

Zhang Yonghuan sorted out his thoughts with a headache. The clucking old hen flapped its wings and flew over their heads. The waiter scolded angrily: "Boss Qin asked us to kill this old hen who occupies the nest and can't lay eggs." The chicken is going to be eaten with wine at night, so I'll catch it now..." Rolling up my sleeves, I went after the old hen again.

The old grandson tapped the soles of his shoes twice with a cigarette stick, and said, "Boss Huan, you should go into the room and rest for a while, the kitchen will be busy, so you have to go and greet me."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded, his expression was dull and speechless, he choked and stared sideways at the sunset that was about to fall to the horizon at a 180-five degree angle, his words could not be mixed with mysterious balls, and distressed sadness flowed upstream into a river in his heart.

He roared silently in his heart... There is still 2 yuan of unspent money for marrying a wife in the passbook in my bedside cabinet!I haven't finished the chicken feet I bought yet! ! !The third season of Nima's Walking Dead hasn't caught up yet! ! ! !Blind God, are you playing with me?Are you still playing with me? !He is very angry and irritable!

The shop waiter who chased the old hen all over the yard finally took out a shiny, glamorous and fit big rooster from the chicken coop, clucking and clucking to hook up with the old hen, and successfully fitted him in the pose of a dog chewing mud. Fluttering, caught the old hen whose feathers were flying all over the sky, struggling restlessly and screaming.

It happened that this was Yuan Dapang, the chef of the restaurant, walking over with a wooden basin full of pig offal. He raised his face full of meat and nodded politely to Zhang Yonghuan, "Boss Huan is not resting. This is the offal that Butcher Wang just sent, and I’ll clean it up while I’m free so I can prepare dishes.”

"Yeah." Zhang Yonghuan also nodded, pointing to the waiter who was holding the old hen with one hand and pulling the feathers from his hair with the other, and said: "If you catch it, take care of the old hen too."

"Alas." Carrying the old hen to the kitchen, Fatty Yuan had already shaken the well to fetch water, holding the salt jar and pouring it into the clean water.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at it, and walked over impatiently to direct: "This set of pig offal is a bit small. When you clean it up, just put two hands of salt in the basin at a time. If you put too much, it will taste bad when you put it in the dishes. bitter."

Fatty Yuan smiled innocently, poured water into the basin and said, "Hi! Boss Huan has been studying recipes all day long, so I know a lot."

Zhang Yonghuan was expressionless. He bent down and carefully looked at the fatty large and small intestines in the basin that had been simply cleaned up by the butcher. He hooked a section of intestines with his fingers and turned them over, saying, "It's not very clean here, you can go find some of them." Use a chopstick to turn this thing over and clean the inside first."

Fatty Yuan's face darkened, and he also bent down to look at it, saying: "This is almost the same, after washing, the oil and water in the fat intestines should be washed dry, so that the dishes will not taste good."

"Turn it over and wash it again with salt water, otherwise there will be a fishy smell after being put into the dishes." Zhang Yonghuan said to himself: "See, there is still a lot of mucus in the fatty intestines. Eating these things is not good for your health."

Fatty Yuan nodded and went to get the chopsticks.

When the waiter came out of the kitchen, the old hen in his hand was gone, but he was carrying a bag that was very similar to a sack, and he was holding a shiny silver kitchen knife in one hand.

Zhang Yonghuan was puzzled, and turned his head to look at him, only to see that the waiter put down the bag in his hand, stepped on the mouth of the sack with one foot, the things in the sack struggled restlessly, and clucked.

Zhang Yonghuan was taken aback, knowing that the sack contained an old hen.

Just kill the chicken and kill the chicken. Do you need to put the old hen in a bag first?Or...he wants to smother the old hen to death in this way?

Zhang Yonghuan felt a little funny.

However, the thing that opened his eyes and dropped his jaw is still to come.

After the waiter stepped on the mouth of the sack tightly, he suddenly moved, punching and kicking, punching and kicking, the movement was a joyful and steady beating, "Damn you, let you be arrogant again, let you occupy the nest again!" Don't lay eggs, let you..."

cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck...

The old hen screamed from the sack, the waiter kicked it for a long time to no avail, the old hen was still stubbornly struggling and jumping in the sack.

Fatty Yuan stared at him dumbfounded and said, "Xiao Xu, if you kill the chicken, kill the chicken, why beat it?"

Chen Xiaoxu: "Where should the knife be used to kill a chicken?"

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." Damn it, you're still the waiter in the shop, you can't even kill chickens?

"Cut the knife from the neck, lift the head, pluck some hair from the neck, pinch the chicken's neck, let the blood vessels burst out, and then slaughter." Zhang Yonghuan gave a detailed explanation.

Shopkeeper: "...it pecked at me."

Zhang Yonghuan looked up at the sky and was speechless, "Don't torture it like this anymore, let it go on the road safely." He stepped forward and rescued the old hen from the sack.

Zhang Yonghuan felt that it was not easy to be an old hen who was about to die and was so abused by the owner.

He took the kitchen knife from Chen Xiaoxu, pinched his neck and plucked the hair, raised the knife with his hand and dropped it, blood gurgled from the chicken, and the old hen died successfully.

Chen Xiaoxu was dumbfounded, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at Zhang Yonghuan adoringly, "Boss Huan... you... are really good at craftsmanship."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled indifferently: "Thank you, thank you." Back then, he helped his father slaughter 58 old hens, 25 live fish, and one... from his rural grandma in an hour without the assistance of modern machines. The little meat snake caught by the family, at that time, his movements were so steady and ruthless, so hearty, so that he raised a knife in his hand, and the soul of the chicken, fish and snake were broken, and while talking and laughing, the chicken, fish, and snake The entrance fills the stomach.

Reminiscing about the years of slaughter in the past!Zhang Yonghuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

3. Fresh sesame oil splashed noodles...

After returning to the room to study the ancient buildings and the furnishings in the room, Zhang Yonghuan rubbed his still aching back, went to the back room and lay down on the sandalwood bed carved with flowers, plants and trees, closed his eyes and meditated.

When he woke up from his meditation in a daze, it was already the willow branches on the moon, and the silvery white moonlight poured down from the window all over the ground.

He blinked, listened to the hustle and bustle coming from the small restaurant outside, and decided to get up. First, he found the flint by the small table in the room, lit the lamp, and washed his face again. go out.

The small courtyard is rendered by the moonlight,