Even if Song Que was sitting in front of the porch fishing, he could talk nonsense with Zhao Wen all afternoon. He could use anything from Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism as long as it sounded reasonable. One second, Zhao Wen felt that he was reasonable, but the next second, he felt that he was using strong words to make sense. He was led into a logical circle and he didn't realize what the problem was.
Seeing that he was about to turn Zhao Wen into a lunatic and a fool, Song finally stopped and caught the fish he wanted. Zhao Wen didn't ask why fishing could be done with a straight hook. He could do this kind of thing, but there was no reason why Song, a man who had become an immortal, couldn't do it.
But Song took the long, black, slippery fish from the hook that was worse than nothing. Zhao Wen took a look and found that he didn't recognize him. Also, they, cultivators, don't need to eat. No matter how knowledgeable they are, they are only knowledgeable about those magical weapons and techniques.
After talking all afternoon, Zhao Wen didn't stick to his little melancholy at this moment and asked directly: "What kind of fish is this?"
Song Que said: "Muttlefish has less spines and more meat. There is a way to cook it that will make your tongue taste fresh."
Zhao Wen felt uncomfortable with this description and rolled his tongue unconsciously. Song Qi seemed to notice something and gave him a strange look. Zhao Wen immediately puffed up his chest and raised his head, accepting Song Que's scrutiny.
Song Que grabbed the fish and walked to the kitchen. Zhao Wen followed him and asked, "How come you want to be a cook?"
Song Que lazily said: "Personal hobby."
He is not the kind of person who chops fish alive for fresh ingredients. He chops off the head of the fish as soon as it is served and gives the black fish a good time. After rinsing it, he starts to process the fish's internal organs. When it is all clean, he starts to fillet the fish.
Zhao Wen was stunned. Seeing that he was skillful in scraping the fish fillets quickly and beautifully, he thought for a while and asked, "Where did you learn these dishes?"
Song Que said unhurriedly: "Before I opened this restaurant, I traveled all over the country and learned various dishes. After I opened this restaurant, there is a rule in my restaurant that I exchange vegetables for vegetables. In addition, I would come up with some recipes on my own when I had nothing to do, and over time, I learned them."
Zhao Wen heard this and was surprised. He had been cultivating for his whole life and had never seen anyone live like this: "How do you change the dishes when someone changes them to you? Give you the recipe? Or do you cook a dish for you with your own hands?"
Song Que smiled and said: "Anything is fine, you can change it as you like. The people who cook with me are not all chefs, but also some famous talents. They are as delicious as me. It's just that I learn to cook if it tastes good. They were so delicious that they recorded all these dishes, which are both recipes and food reviews. Some of the recipes were just heard from hearsay, and I modified three of them before they could be eaten, but there are also some weird recipes that really work. The food here is first-class and delicious. The dish I cooked today is a recipe written by a great talent named Shen. He wrote many recipes in one breath, all of which are beautiful and rare. .”
Zhao Wen became even more curious, so he stood aside and watched. Song Que didn't chase him away. He just stood there and concentrated on scraping the remaining fish fillets.
Zhao Wen was not a cook after all. Seeing Song Que's scraper quickly, the fish slices were thin and translucent. Almost every slice was the same thickness. He couldn't help but ask himself whether he could achieve this level with his skill with a sword. The answer is yes, he can do it, but he doesn't know if he can be as stable and relaxed as Song Que.
Song Que quickly scraped the whole fish into fillets and stacked them on the plate. Before proceeding with the next step, he picked up a thin fish fillet and asked Zhao, "Would you like to try it?"
Zhao Wen's expression changed slightly and he said, "Isn't this raw?"
Song Que raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "You cultivators are so old-fashioned. Fish dumplings, also known as fish raw, are a famous dish. Have you never heard of them?"
Zhao Wen couldn't stand Song Que's ridicule. When he heard what he said, he immediately took the piece of fish and put it in his mouth, chewing it while holding back his nausea. Not sure if it was a psychological effect, but Zhao Wen always felt that the sashimi had a fishy smell. Although the fish itself was slightly sweet, it was not enough to overpower the smell.
Song Que knew from the look on Zhao Wen's face that he couldn't eat it, so he smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"
Zhao Wen frowned. He didn't want to say that this fish dumpling was delicious, but Song Song said that it was indeed a famous dish in the world. It naturally had its own merits. If he was the only one who said that this fish dumpling was delicious, It doesn't taste good, but it seems like he has no taste. Zhao Wen didn't want to be embarrassed in front of Song Que, but he also didn't want to be too unconscionable, so he said vaguely: "It's OK."
Only then did Song Que reveal his true intention, pretending to be confused and said: "Really? It seems that black fish can also be made into raw fish. I have tasted all kinds of raw fish before, and only picked a few that are not fishy and have more flavor when eaten raw. . This black fish was not originally among them, but depending on your taste, maybe I am biased."
Zhao Wen's face turned blue and white, and finally he said angrily: "You did it on purpose."
Song Que happily picked a beautiful small bowl, poured vegetable oil into it, wrapped the meat dishes in the vegetable oil, and wrapped the vegetarian dishes in the meat oil. This is a common practice, although it would not be possible to use meat oil to make this fried mullet dish. Although there is no big difference, Song still feels that using plain oil will be more refreshing.
Zhao Wen played a lot of tricks and ran into the hall angrily. Apparently he didn't want to see Song Que cooking, but Song Que was not as good as he wanted.
Song Que took off the ham on the wall and quickly sliced the ham. Song Que had no requirements on the shape when slicing the ham, as long as the sliced ham was smaller than the mullet fillet. In fact, if you pursue aesthetics blindly, it is not impossible for Song to trim the sliced ham into an oval shape, and then neatly place it in the fish fillet, but it is hard to imagine that this will waste some ham pieces. If you put these Collect the chopped ham and save it for next time, but it’s too fussy.
Anyway, the requirement of good food, delicious food, and delicious food is not always available here at Song Que - he is an unprincipled cook, and cooking all depends on his mood.
Song wanted to speed up, so it didn't take much effort to slice the ham. If Zhao Wen were still here and saw Song Que's skill, he wouldn't be able to ask the previous question. He knew very well that he couldn't do it.
Song Que didn't want to show off his skills. After slicing the dishes, he placed a stack of mullet slices in his left hand, ham slices in his right hand, and an oil bowl in the pan. He placed the two plates on both sides of the pan and took them out together.
Since the last time he made soup for Xiao Shan in the hall, Song Que simply dug a hole in the middle of the table in the hall and made a stove similar to a modern hot pot, but the working principle is different. Technology, relying exclusively on formations to play rogue.
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Zhao Wen was confused when he saw Song Que taking out all his things. He realized that he couldn't hide from this guy, and it would look childish to hide anymore. He snorted and sat down there.
Song Que put the things on the table and asked Zhao: "Where are these mullet pot stickers? They are baked and eaten now. They taste the best."
After speaking, he took the lead and took action.
The mullet meat is tender and does not contain much oil, but Song twists a piece and applies a little oil with a small brush, then presses the ham slice upwards, adds a little more oil, and finally slaps a piece of mullet fillet on it. Two mullet fillets sandwiched a ham slice turned into preliminary mullet pot stickers. Because of the strong flavor of ham, there was no need to add more seasonings, but Song brushed enough oil on both sides of the pot stickers and put them in the pot.
Song Ke calculated that the time was almost up, and turned the pot sticker over again. The white fish meat on the previous side was fried to a slightly yellow color, with melted fat still on it, making it delicious. The ham slice in the middle is meant to be eaten raw or cooked. As long as the fish on both sides is fried, it can be eaten. However, Song brushed a little oil between the fish fillet and the ham slice so that both sides of the ham can be slightly fried when the fish fillet is cooked. , tastes crisp and delicious. Seeing that the piece was fried, Song turned over the dishes that were always on the table, put it on the plate, pushed it to Zhao Wen, and motioned for him to eat.
Zhao Wen was embarrassed to use his chopsticks at first, but seeing that Song was already busy making the next pot stickers, he looked at the hot mullet pot stickers in the bowl and took off his chopsticks.
A portion of mullet pot stickers is not big, but it is not much smaller either. It is as big as the palm of a ten-year-old child's hand. Zhao Wen thought it was not elegant enough to take one bite, so he only took half of the first bite. As soon as the pot stickers were a little salty, a little fresh and a little fragrant, the feeling of scalding hot oil brought him back to memories.
Zhao Wen couldn't help but think, when was the last time he took a bite of hot food like this? Was it before he went up the mountain? How old was he then
These doubts suddenly filled Zhao Wen's head. He couldn't answer them for a while, so he took another bite.
There is really no seasoning used in this dish, because the ingredients themselves are rich in flavor, and they complement each other even more when paired together. The ham is lean and has a mainly salty aroma. Because it has been fried, it has absorbed part of the fat. It is not so dry and has a fried aroma. The mullet meat on both sides tastes sweet but not overly sweet. It may be bland when eaten alone, but the overbearing salty aroma is offset by the ham slices.
If Zhao Wen were to judge this dish, it would be just right. Just like the ancients described beauty as "if you apply powder, it will be too white, if you apply vermilion, it will be too red", this dish also means the same thing.
Zhao Wen chewed the remaining bite slowly, and the familiar feeling of eating really helped him recall the past. Before he went to the mountains as a teenager, he had parents. Zhao Wen's parents only had one child, and they raised him like a treasure. Unfortunately, he was born weak and always looked like he couldn't raise him well.
Master Song Que passed by by chance. When the Zhao family's parents heard the news, they carried Zhao Wen, who was still sick in his teens, to the immortal master and begged him for treatment.
Master Song Que saw that Zhao Wen had good qualifications. Although his talent was weak, he was easy to cultivate, but his poor parents could not afford to support him. After thinking about it, Master Song Que suggested that Zhao Wen should take him away to cultivate, so that he could grow up safely and live a hundred years without worries.
No matter how reluctant the Zhao family's parents were to let go of their only child, they finally sent him to Miao Chong Mountain so that he could live a long life. During the first few years when he went to Miao Chong Mountain, Zhao Wen thought about his parents every day.
When I was in my early ten years, I was neither too young nor too old, and I gradually forgot about my parents.
There is a saying that cultivators have to cut off all ties with the world. As soon as they enter the immortal sect, the only thing they can think about in the end is cultivation. In his last life, Zhao Wen didn't even know when his parents died.
When Zhao Wen thought of this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It was now the sixty-third year since he went to the mountain in this life. His parents may have passed away or they may still be alive. Would he like to go and take a look
Zhao Wen knew that, both emotionally and rationally, the answer should be yes. But he was a little afraid, afraid that he would only get a handful of loess if he went there, and that the fragmented and tender fragments in his memory were destined to be the last part of his past life.
Seeing his expression, Song knew that he was not thinking about happy things. This was not surprising. There were thousands of sorrows in the world. How many people who came to his restaurant didn't shed tears
Song Que finished cooking all the mullet pot stickers and brought two jars of wine from the wine cellar.