The history of the struggle of the God of the Stove

Chapter 6 Meeting Wu Chengwang for the First Time

Qi Yuan looked at Huang Feihu in front of him, feeling quite excited.

In the future, this King Wucheng would be enshrined as the Great Emperor of Dongyue Taishan, not only in charge of the good and bad fortune of the world, but also in charge of the eighteen hells of the underworld, with great authority.

Ever since he set up the banner of the world's number one cooking stove in the south of the city and boasted to Haikou, people have come to compete with him in cooking every day, wanting to win the bet, so there are a large number of onlookers and his reputation is very good. Soon it was passed on.

And this is exactly the result he wants to see.

It was not the first time that such a rascal made trouble like today.

However, there were few people in the last two times, and he cleverly lured the crowd away. This time, the other party gathered a few hooligans to come to make trouble again. They made some random food and said they were better than him. They still wanted to blackmail him. money.

Man said that he didn't have ten taels of gold, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to give it to him.

The reason why he deliberately spread the news that if someone wins, he will give the opponent ten taels of gold is not only to spread the reputation, but also because he is confident that no one can compare to himself in cooking skills.

Unexpectedly, when he was arguing with Poppi, he would meet Huang Feihu, King of Wucheng, and Qi Yuan's heart suddenly moved. If Huang Feihu could use Huang Feihu's mouth to promote him, wouldn't it be possible to spread his reputation faster.

So when Huang Feihu asked questions, he not only told the story honestly, but also said to Huang Feihu: "These people are really rascals. Since they are still entangled, I implore King Wu Cheng to make the decision. Let's compete one more time, let King Wu Cheng personally taste it, and let us decide who is better at cooking."

"Okay, then let's compete again, and let me see how good you are in the world's number one stove." Huang Feihu nodded and agreed to let the two sides compete again.

Several rogues looked at each other in blank dismay.

Before they messed around, they just wanted to extort some property, but they never thought that they would provoke King Wu Cheng, and they regretted it in their hearts.

They wanted to leave, but King Wu Cheng didn't say anything, they didn't have the guts to sneak away, so they could only hold on here.

Now that Qi Yuan proposes to compete again, of course they are self-aware, although they don't want to compete, but seeing the guards behind King Wu Cheng staring at them, they have no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

Qi Yuan handled the ingredients deftly, and Huang Feihu was right in front of him. He didn't want to let go of such an opportunity to show his face, so he took out his best ingredients so far, intending to show his hands and let these bumpkins know what food is.

The ingredients and various utensils here are all left by those who lost to him these days. Because there is no pot, many dishes cannot be cooked, so today he plans to make a pot of stewed meat. Cooking utensils can be tricky.

The conditions are very simple, not to mention iron pots, even bronze utensils such as tripods, woks, steamers, etc., which are only used by nobles.

Although the seasoning is incomplete and the ingredients are limited, Qi Yuan also believes that what he makes is definitely the most delicious food in this era.

He first took out a piece of pork belly, cleaned it and cut it into pieces. This was one of the trophies he won during the cooking competition. In this era, livestock and poultry were common, so it was not difficult to obtain some meat.

Due to limited conditions, Qi Yuan did not pursue perfection anymore. He boiled water in an earthen pot, boiled the cut pork belly for a while to remove blood, sliced ​​bamboo shoots, and put some lard in a small pot Heat it up, add minced ginger, minced garlic, Chinese prickly ash, and spicy Polygonum, stir well, put the bamboo shoots and pork into the pot in turn, add salt, wild honey, add the broth you made before, cover it, and put it in the pot On a simple earthen stove built with only a few stones.

On the other side, compared to Qi Yuan, who moved swiftly and fiddled with the ingredients like flowing water, those rogues chopped up some vegetables and meat with a knife in a hurry, put them into the earthen jar, added some salt Put it on the fire and cook it at a stretch.

Qi Yuan watched their actions and smiled disdainfully.

Huang Feihu glared at the poppis a few times, he didn't need to taste it, just looking at the current performance of the two sides, he can now judge that these poppis are doomed.

When the heat was up, Qi Yuan took the jar off the fire, put it on the table, lifted the lid and asked Huang Feihu to taste it.

When the lid was opened, a strong fragrance came out.

The people watching all around sniffed their noses one after another, they had never smelled such a fragrance before, which attracted everyone to poke their heads, wishing to stick their heads into the jar.

"Ok?"

After Huang Feihu smelled the fragrance, he couldn't help but startled.

To be honest, he originally thought that no matter how good Qi Yuan's cooking skills were, he wouldn't be moved.

However, when the jar in front of him was opened, the scent was really the best he had ever smelled in his life, and his saliva almost flowed out if it wasn't for his quick reaction.

Swallowing, Huang Feihu, at the invitation of Qi Yuan, picked up a piece of canned stewed meat with shiny color and mouth-watering color and put it into his mouth.

The strong smell of meat spread in his mouth, and the fat but not greasy feeling fully stimulated his taste buds, which made Huang Feihu's eyes light up, and he swallowed it involuntarily without even chewing a few times. Couldn't help picking up another piece.

The onlookers only felt the gluttons in their stomachs being hooked out, and swallowed their saliva as Huang Feihu ate it.

When Huang Feihu came back to his senses, he realized that most of the meat in the small jar in front of him had been eaten by him.

Embarrassedly putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Huang Feihu raised his head and looked at Qi Yuan: "The old man is really good at cooking, and this king has never tasted such delicious food. The number one stove in the world really lives up to its reputation."

"Thank you King Wu Cheng for your praise."

Qi Yuan accepted Huang Feihu's praise without any humility, and then said: "Although the old man looks down on those scoundrels, to show fairness, King Wu Cheng should try their craft!"

Huang Feihu nodded, and looked at the rogues: "So, why don't you bring the things up quickly."

The rogues looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, helpless, the leader bit the bullet and brought the crock over and placed it in front of Huang Feihu.

Huang Feihu stretched out his hand to uncover the top cover, and suddenly a strange smell came over his face. Looking at it, he saw that there were too many ingredients in the jar, some pieces of meat were not cooked, and they were still coming out. Bloody, and the oily, sweet, and excellent-looking canned stewed meat made by Qi Yuan just now are two extremes, so there is no desire to taste it.

"Snapped!"

Huang Feihu slammed the table, stood up and said angrily: "This is the delicacy that you have won over this old gentleman. How dare you fool me!"

The rogues trembled in fright, their legs went limp, and they fell to their knees with a plop.

One of them timidly said: "King Wu Cheng spares my life, the little lard is deceived, it was all bewitched by Wu Er, so I followed him to take advantage of it, no matter how small it is!"

"you……"

Wu Er, who was identified, was furious: "Shameless man, I gave you a lot of money in the past. I didn't expect you to be such a villain without loyalty."

"Hmph, he's still a habitual offender."

Huang Feihu snorted coldly, and let the guards behind him take it down with a wave of his hand. He turned to look at Qi Yuan, and said quite sincerely: "Mr. , this king will definitely not treat you badly."

(End of this chapter)