The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

And after the other party handed him a bronze medal symbolizing the identity of six doors, the shining sign at that moment was his future amulet.

Capture the giants and connect the underworld, how can you think about it?

This must be the client's dream of being a gangster, which made this body burn like this.

Now that the main business has been done, and several big figures still have their own affairs to talk about, Gu Zheng retired very wittily.

Today, because of the change of his position, he naturally did not have a specific job, so he gave himself a day off in disguise.

That being the case, while he is still here, turn around and look for his brother to see the current situation of Rui Qing who was sent in because of him in the prison.

Gu Zheng, who pondered for a moment, stopped pausing, turned his head, and rushed to the prison behind the palace.

He is not familiar with the prison guard outside the door, but he has two brothers who are in charge today.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng looked around again. Just half a street away, a shop that had just propped up a shed was opening a pot and playing a corner inside. The fire on the side was wide open. It was not specific. Do something.

Looking at it like this, it's like a shop that just opened in the morning.

This is also the store Gu Zheng wants to find.

He was wearing this black leather suit, standing outside the door of this small shop, looking inside, and asked: "Shopkeeper, what are some easy-to-take foods this morning? Find me some bags and take them away."

Hearing a new guest behind him, the old man turned his head and greeted him warmly.

As if it were not strange to Gu Zheng's clothes, he asked one more question: "Isn't the young man a new bad man?"

"Then you have a good taste. When you go to work in the future, you don't have to eat at home. I have everything here, little old man."

"After finishing talking, I pointed to the white belly corner in the big pot and said, these three kinds of meat and vegetables, dried shrimp and fish, and various fillings."

"The sesame, nuts, and jam-filled fruits. I have it all."

"Then what is going on on the stove?" Gu Zheng subconsciously pointed to the red striped clay stove. Why is the style of this thing so familiar?

"Oh, this is also a feature of our store. If you are not in a hurry, I will give you something to taste. The glutinous rice in the store is famous far and wide."

Gu Zheng, I haven't eaten it before, and I don't want to show the timid Gu Zheng, so I immediately sat down on a small stool near the stove, and planned to see the whole process of the formation of this glutinous rice.

This old man is not afraid of Gu Zheng stealing his teacher, and he hasn't seen anyone who hasn't done a good job hunting down these years, and is going to make a living by hawking along the street.

He also wanted to show his hand in front of this young man, and then there would be another patron who could support him.

Therefore, when the old man took out a square glutinous rice noodle, he first showed it to Gu Zheng.

The dough is really uniform, about half a square in size, about the thickness of a thousand sheets of tofu.

Then he spread it on the chopping board, and the little old man turned his head and asked, "What kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

"Just make Sanxian!"

Eggs live the current seasonal vegetables, and the yellow, green, and yellow ones are really good-looking.

Hearing the order, the little old man picked up a special round bucket spoon and touched it across the side of the big bowl with various fillings.

A flat spoon of Sanxian stuffing was scooped out, and the spoonful of stuffing was buckled on the dough. The old man pinched a corner and folded it diagonally.

The gestures of this half-folding, with a casual rhythm, seem to be proficient in doing it thousands of times, but it is full of examples of gourmets for no reason.

It makes people feel refreshed and happy, no less than the meticulous cooking of a tea ceremony master, it gives people a soothing feeling.

When Gu Zheng wanted to scream well, the old man squeezed the two uncovered sides with the belly of his little finger so as not to show up.

After this formed an irregular shape, he turned his hand and folded it in half. This time, the semi-finished glutinous rice cake was not as big as before.

Then he squeezed the two sides that were folded out again, and the little old man with a smug smile put the four-unlike thing on the palm of his hand, and reminded Gu Zheng, who looked intently to the side.

"Okay, good master."

I saw the little old man holding the stuffing up in his palm, flipping it out while pressing his fingers, and it suddenly became a lotus seat the size of a child's fist.

The bud in the middle has not opened, but the petals on both sides have already bloomed.

This shocking sense of gourmet art has increased Gu Zheng's expectations for the taste of this food.

This is simply the highest art of the petty townspeople and the essence of folk art.

Where can we see such craftsmanship in modern times these years?

Gu Zheng only felt that his eyes were not enough, so he yelled at the shop owner: "Come on five more, we will make it together and take it away."

Such an appetite is already a big deal for a restaurant selling Korean food.

The little old man only feels happy, and he deserves it.

Without stopping under his hands, for a while, these six lotus cakes were neatly stacked on the chopping board.

Gu Zheng was also very curious. This thick crust is not suitable for stewing at all.

The steamed buns on the steamer are all thin and transparent types, and they are not suitable for this type of steamed bun.

The way this glutinous rice is eaten must have something to do with this long small stove.

Just as Gu Zheng guessed, the old man had already taken out six signatures and passed the glutinous rice through one by one.

"Pong Pong Pong"

It was directly put on the flame of a small stove and simmered.

That's it, it really is.

Gu Zhengqiang resisted the confiscation who wanted to confiscate the other party's stove, and just watched the six lotus flowers, which were heated evenly in a circle on this small stove.

People from Xixia grilled skewers, and people from Southern Song Dynasty grilled glutinous rice here.

This is how to eat!

No wonder the Mongolian hot pot became a small heating pot with the hands of literati and elegant scholars when it arrived here.

The white porcelain stove is not as big as the one for making tea. The celadon pot above can be warmed up in your arms after eating.

This Song dynasty person, how can he do business by analogy, and how can he enjoy life so comfortably.

Just as Gu Zheng was astonished by the various tricks, the special noodle aroma of the glutinous rice was roasted out of the flavor.

The boss on the side used a bristle brush from time to time to brush a small amount of vegetable oil on the six round-belly glutinous rice dishes.

While the flame was burning, only the sound of prickling oil bubbles blooming.

After a while, it turned out to be tender on the outside and the white crust turned into a golden and crispy appearance.

And the soup of vegetarian food inside, and the overflowing soup slowly soaked the crunchy noodles.

A scent of eggs and vegetables filled the door of this small shop, inadvertently keeping the footsteps of pedestrians passing by.

"Cha-ye, cha-ye, the gluttony is ready, the total is thirty-six dollars. What else do you want?"

The little old man shook his hand in front of Gu Zheng's eyes, and then summoned the chaotic **** back.

"Oh oh oh," Gu Zheng, who had just found out that he was gaffe, hurriedly fumbled out the money in his pocket, and threw a small string of 50 big money on the small table.

"Pour me a crock of pulp again, wait for me to get off work from inside, and then send it to the store?"

The little old man looked at Gu Zheng's chin moving in the direction of the Futai prison, and the smile on his face increased by three points: "Naturally, if the poor master eats well, he must patronize when he has time. "

"Little old man, there is wine for supper here, the most authentic Xiangyang rice wine. The stewardess can't stop talking."

Watching the other party wrap the six glutinous rice noodles together with a sign, and a solid earthen jar is also tied to a hemp rope net bag.

Gu Zheng in a good mood naturally responded, and kept running straight to the prison.

After talking to the brothers who guarded the gate at the door, they were let go and went to visit his two new brothers.

At this time, the prison was just awake in the middle of the day, and the brothers on the night shift hadn't waited for the shift to replace ~www.wuxiaspot.com~. They were trapped in the garrison area inside.

It should be that Wang Xiaowu and Qin Laozi were unlucky and caught up with the last wave of external recruitment. Those who have a way to do it all took up the good errands, and these two could only be sent to Yelao. The head is under the hand.

Simply guarding the cell doesn't require any special skills.

Being able to endure hardships and stand hard work, it will pass.

So when Gu Zheng came to the outer hall of this somewhat dim prison, he saw Wang Xiaowu yawning half-dead, while Qin Lao Ling was even more unbearable, actually lying on the small table. Directly fell asleep.

It's no wonder that in the TV series, people like them are the first to suffer when they are robbed of prison.

Just this mental state and combat power are definitely for the dead ghosts.

Gu Zheng didn't have the idle time to call them gently. He slammed the thing in his hand, put it on the table, and instantly startled the two sleepy people.

"Where's your head? Just let you two stay here temporarily?"

And Wang Xiaowu yawned nonchalantly and returned: "In this broken cell, there is no shaking thief, just two guards are enough."

"Don't talk about anything else, it's elder brother fighting righteousness, we are starving to death."

After speaking, the two starving ghosts reincarnation-like people rushed towards the glutinous rice and the water.

But Gu Zheng pulled out two signatures, took the glutinous rice in his hand, and pointed to the place casually, and said to his two brothers: "I'll go in and see, I haven't seen what the prison says when I grow up. Woolen cloth?"

The two younger brothers didn't take it seriously, and returned without looking back: "Go, go, but the taste may be a bit unpleasant, elder brother, you can't help but save it."

After speaking, they continued to eat their own food.