Martial Arts: Immortality Begins from The Deer and the Cauldron

Chapter 269 Why repay? Why not pledge yourself to me! (Please subscribe)

"Du Fuwei has surrendered to me!" Qin Ran's tone was calm, but to Shuanglong it sounded like thunder from the sky.

Du Fuwei, the general manager of the Jianghuai Army who had tens of thousands of troops and was regarded as the temporary overlord, actually surrendered to his master just a few hours apart. This sounds incredible.

Shuangyong sincerely praised, "Master is so powerful that we admire him extremely."

Qin Ran laughed twice, and then said: "Du Fuwei values ​​you two very much, so I want Zi Ling to take charge of the Jianghuai Army for me. Du Fuwei has promised me that as long as Zi Ling passes by, he can Lead an army and rule ten thousand people! Ziling, are you willing?"

Xu Ziling was so excited that he saluted heavily, "Thank you, Master! I am willing!"

Kou Zhong said anxiously: "Master, what about me? I also want to lead the army in battle!"

Qin Ran focused his attention on Kou Zhong and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhong, your task is much more difficult than Ziling's. I plan to let you go to Wagang Village. The forces of Wagang Village are close to here. What do you want? How about going to Wagang and lurking in it, and given time, you and I can coordinate internally and externally to defeat Wagang in one fell swoop?"

Kou Zhong has always been bold and bold, and he is not afraid. He said solemnly, "Kou Zhong is willing to go!"

"Very good. You are all my right-hand men. You will definitely not disappoint me. Xiao Zhong, the leader of Wagang Village is actually Zhai Rang, but Li Mi came from behind and controlled most of the forces in Wagang Village. You are here Go to Wagang, get close to Zhai Rang, and then find a way to drive a wedge between Zhai Rang and Li Mi, okay. I'm asking Jiang Huaijun to cooperate with you in a few performances to gain merit. With your qualifications and strength, you will soon stand out..."

Qin Ran asked Jia to make plans.

Shuanglong listened attentively.

At midnight, Shuanglong hurriedly left the Pegasus Ranch, one went to Jianghuai Army, and the other went to Wagang Village. Behind them, Qin Ran's eyes were far away, "Two dragons, two dragons, together they become dragons, when separated... at most they are a big snake stirring up the storm... I hope you won't disappoint me."

After seeing the two of them off, Qin Ran looked at the sky and did not go back to rest. Instead, he turned around and headed towards the Liuyuan Garden behind the inner castle.

Liuyuan is located to the east of the inner fort. It has more than ten rooms, and next to it is the kitchen, which is responsible for supplying food and drinks to the people in the inner fort.

It was late at night, and there was still darkness between heaven and earth, but the lights in the Liuyuan kitchen were already bright.

Nearly ten chefs and handymen have begun to work in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for nearly a hundred people in the inner castle.

When Qin Ran came to the kitchen, the chefs and servants were surprised. While they all bowed and paid homage, they couldn't help but wonder: What is this handsome, handsome young man doing in a place like the kitchen? Could it be that the food at last night's banquet was not delicious and you came here to make trouble? A master at the level of a grand master shouldn't be so bored, right?
  Just when he was feeling uneasy, he saw Qin Ran smiling and telling everyone not to be too polite: "Everyone is busy, don't worry about me, I just came to take a look. Don't delay the meal of hundreds of people in the inner fort because of me. .”

Seeing his easy-going attitude and friendly words, the chefs and servants breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and continued working.

Qin Ran asked someone where the stove for preparing breakfast for Shang Xiuxun was, and then walked over leisurely.

Looking over, I saw the chef who was responsible for preparing breakfast for Shang Xiuxun, as if he was walking on thin ice in the face of a formidable enemy, kneading the dough with concentration.

Qin Ran had just arrived, and the other chefs and busboys were greeting him carefully. Only the forty-year-old master chef had not noticed Qin Ran's arrival at all, and had been concentrating on doing his own thing.

There's nothing I can do about it, the owner of Meiren'er is too picky in her tastes. If she doesn't make the meals she wants, she may be fired and lose this well-paying job. How can this master dare to be distracted?
  Qin Ran watched for a while and suddenly asked: "Making buns?"

The master was concentrating when someone suddenly spoke in his ear. He was startled and turned his head with an annoyed look. Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly saw Qin Ran's appearance clearly.

The master was startled again, his anger disappeared, he apologized and bowed.

Qin Ran said harmoniously: "No need to be polite, I'm disturbing you." He smiled and said: "The taste of the shopping mall owner is difficult to serve, right?"

The master smiled awkwardly and was submissive, not daring to say anything more, but the look on his face showed that he deeply believed in what Qin Ran said.

Qin Ran said again: "How about this, I will make breakfast today."

The master was shocked: "How can this be done? My son has a body of thousands of dollars and is a distinguished guest. How can I allow you to engage in such a lowly business?"

"A lowly profession?" Qin Ran smiled disapprovingly, "Food is the most important thing for people. Since ancient times, food has been the first way to govern a country. How can working in the kitchen be a lowly profession?"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "Master, could you please help me?"

"This..." The master chef looked embarrassed. Firstly, he did not dare to let Qin Ran, an honored guest, cook. Secondly, he was afraid that Qinran's cooking skills were not good and the breakfast he made would not be to the taste of the host. The owner of the venue will definitely not blame Qin Ran when the time comes, and he, the master, will probably have to take the blame on his behalf.

Qin Ran didn't explain, he just smiled and said, "Master, please get me a bag of corn and a bag of raw flour."

"Corn?" The master chef was puzzled and asked: "Corn tastes rough and irritates the mouth, and the owner has never eaten it. If there is flour, there is good flour here, why do you want to make flour?"

Qin Ran now had to explain: "To make breakfast, I have to use dead flour (unfermented flour) to make the skin. The fermented flour is not suitable for use. As for the corn, the reason why it is rough and pricks the mouth is just that Because the hulls are not completely peeled, there are residues of chaff, so the taste will be bad. I have a special method of hulling, the master just needs to get it for me."

The master couldn't resist him, so he followed his instructions and brought the raw flour and corn.

When it comes to cooking skills, Qin Ran was originally average, limited to being able to eat, but now his strength has reached the level of a grand master. He has already mastered the control of his own body, and he has an almost photographic memory. , whether it is cooking skills, or musical instruments and other skills, he has learned a little bit, and he can master them with his hands.

Qin Ran also ordered the master chef to prepare fresh mutton, mutton bones, fresh fish, pig skin, mother-of-pearl oil, sesame oil, rice wine, sweet noodle sauce, sugar, seaweed and other ingredients and condiments for him.

When the master chef followed his instructions and got the ingredients, Qin Ran took it upon himself to shell the incomplete corns a second time.

Corn is millet. Since before the Xia Dynasty, it has been the staple food of the people of Yan and Huang in the Central Plains. By the Sui Dynasty, it was still the staple food of the people. But since the rise of wheat and rice, millet has gradually lost its place on the dining tables of wealthy families.

The biggest reason is that millet tastes rough and pricks your mouth, and its taste is far inferior to that of flour and rice.

The reason why millet tastes bad is because the shelling technology is not up to par.

A grain of millet is only one millimeter in diameter. With the technology of the Sui Dynasty, it was impossible to shell such a small rice grain cleanly. As a result, a large amount of chaff often remains on the rice grains, resulting in a poor taste.

But this was not a problem for Kieran.

He picked up the linen bag containing millet, patted the bag twice, and stirred up his energy. Then he poured the millet into the pot and rinsed it with water. He saw that the surface of the water was covered with a layer of finely divided chaff. .

Pour off the chaff and rinse it twice. The millet in the pot will turn yellow and clean, with no trace of chaff remaining.

The master was dumbfounded. He never thought that martial arts could be used in such a way, and that it could even shell millet!
  Kieran's performance continued.

He stewed the millet, simmered it over low heat, and then started kneading the noodles. When kneading dough, his hands are sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes kneading, sometimes grasping and sometimes slapping, which is clearly a set of grasping palm techniques.

The dough kept changing its shape in his hands, squeezing out some impurities, which he waved away. After kneading for a full quarter of an hour, the volume of the dough shrunk by one-fifth and became chewy and translucent, making people move their index fingers just by looking at it.

After preparing the noodles, Qin Ran started making the stuffing again.

He first put a large amount of lamb bones, fresh fish, pork skin, ginger, onions and other condiments into a large pot to boil the jelly.

Since time was limited and he did not have a pressure cooker, Qin Ran held the lid of the pot with one hand and put the other hand on the bottom of the pot. He pressed the power from a distance of half a foot. The bottom of the pot suddenly started to heat up, and the water in the pot quickly boiled. A large amount of steam came out, and he tried to open the lid of the pot, but he suppressed it with one hand.

In just a moment, the alluring aroma emitted from the pot, making people lick their fingers and salivate secretly.

At this moment, not only the master was dumbfounded, but also other chefs and handymen who noticed Qin Ran cooking could not help but put down what they were doing and stared at him blankly.

"I'm so angry, how can I still use it like this! Use it to stimulate the fire? Isn't it too extravagant?"

"Unimaginable! Unbelievable!"

"Does it mean that to be a chef in the future, you need to have strong internal strength?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Not every martial arts master can put down his body and use martial arts to cook like Mr. Qin. Otherwise, wouldn't all of us be unemployed?"

A quarter of an hour later, the marrow from the large sheep bones in the pot was boiled out and mixed with the boiled fresh fish and pig skin, indistinguishable from each other.

Qin Ran then stopped trying, opened the pot, put in rice wine and sesame oil, closed the pot lid, and let the pot continue to simmer over low heat to separate the bones and flesh, impurities sink, and pure substances rise. I started to chop fresh mutton to make the main stuffing.

He first struck the fresh mutton with the strength of his palm, shattering the tough tendons inside but not damaging the fibers and preventing the meat | juices from spilling out. After that, the knife fell like rain, and the mutton was chopped into fine fillings, and various seasonings were mixed in and mixed well.

When the main stuffing is prepared, the broth in the pot is also ready. Qin Ran took a clean gauze and covered it at the mouth of another pot. He scooped out the fresh soup from the pot with a large spoon and poured it into the other pot.

It was filtered with gauze, and only the clear soup went into another pot. Impurities such as minced mutton, minced fish, and minced pig skin in the soup remained on the gauze.

Qin Ran put the clear soup on a low fire and added a small amount of seaweed powder to replace the MSG that did not exist in this era. After simmering for a while, he turned off the fire and allowed the clear and fresh soup to cool and solidify naturally.

In the cold winter, it doesn't take long for the fresh soup, which is a mixture of sheep marrow, fresh fish jelly, and melted pig skin, to slowly condense into a translucent gel. Dough dough, meat filling, and aspic jelly, these three together, the ingredients for making soup dumplings are complete. In Chinese history, soup dumplings did not appear until the Northern Song Dynasty.

Qin Ran was confident that with his methods and recipes, he would create this timeless delicacy that would wow Shang Xiuxun and completely capture the stomach of the owner of Beauty'er.

After preparing the ingredients, and when he was about to make steamed buns, Qin Ran suddenly discovered that there was only a big steamer in the kitchen, not a small steamer.

This is not possible. How can the soup dumplings be steamed in a large steamer?

Needless to say, Qin Ran took matters into his own hands again, using exquisite knife skills to cut the bamboo leaves to make a steamer.

The kitchen chefs were stunned to the point of numbness.

Who has ever seen someone like Qin Ran, who not only handles red and white cases, but can even make kitchen utensils on the spot?

What's even more outrageous is that he also uses martial arts!
  The soup is made with the internal energy to stimulate the fire, the dough is kneaded with the advanced grasping palm technique, and the stuffing and cutting are all exquisite and excellent knife skills!
  What is this called?
  This is called the God of Cookery!

Fortunately, Qin Ran would not come to compete with them for jobs. Fortunately, no martial arts master would be as boring as Qin Ran. Otherwise, how can they, the master chefs in the kitchen, do anything in the future?

At dawn, Shang Xiuxun came to the breakfast room, sat in the host's special seat, and waited for breakfast to be served.

"The master chef in the kitchen has no new dishes recently. It's always the same ones over and over again, which makes people tired of eating." While waiting for breakfast, Shang Xiuxun thought to himself: "Is it going to be a different person? Or is it? Wait a while and let him learn Mr. Qin Ran’s new recipe first?”

When this cute foodie wakes up every day, her first priority is to think about her day's food. Put all other things aside.

When she was considering whether to hire another kitchen chef, her breakfast arrived.

"Hey, this is it?"

Looking at the cup of yellow and fragrant thick porridge brought by his confidant maid Fu'er, as well as a small steamer that was only one foot in diameter and had never been seen before, Shang Xiuxun couldn't help but feel a little curious. He also felt curious about today's breakfast. Mo Ming has some new expectations.

The thick yellow millet porridge has a layer of enamel-like fat floating on the surface. It does not emit steam or foam. It looks like a cold treat. When you hold it in your hand, the porridge cup is warm, which warms your hands and heart.

Shang Xiuxun narrowed her beautiful eyes, wrinkled her delicate nose, and smelled the aroma of the porridge. She felt a soft and sweet fragrance that penetrated her heart and spleen.

She picked up a spoon and gently opened the layer of enamel-like fat. Suddenly, a burst of heat rose, and the delicious aroma suddenly became richer, which whetted her appetite.

Scooping a spoonful of thick porridge, Shang Xiuxun opened her soft lips slightly, blew on it, took a small sip, closed her eyes, and savored it carefully. After a while, she took a long breath, opened her eyes, and opened her lips. A satisfied smile broke out.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten such sweet and delicious porridge." She asked her maid Fu'er, "What kind of porridge is this?"

Fu'er said with a smile: "Back to the eldest lady, this is corn porridge!"

"Corn?" There was a hint of surprise in Shang Xiuxun's beautiful eyes, obviously finding it incredible: "Is corn so delicious?"

Although the businessman is not a member of the aristocratic family, he is still a wealthy man. How can he eat such a coarse-tasting grain as corn? Ever since he was a child, Shang Xiuxun has never tired of fine food and fine food, developing a picky appetite.

Therefore, she has never seen corn.

"Corn is originally not delicious." Fu'er said with a smile: "It's very rough and pricks the mouth. Ordinary ranch children don't like to eat it. But the cup of corn porridge that the eldest lady eats has an unusual origin. Maid Rong I'll give it a try first and ask the eldest lady to taste this cage-filled soup dumpling first."

"What bag?" Shang Xiuxun heard another new name, which was vaguely familiar. It seemed that he had seen this name in the recipe given by Qin Ran?
  "Stuff, soup, and steamed buns." Fu'er had already received the instructions before delivering the breakfast, and immediately opened the lid of the small steamer to reveal the contents.

I saw that the small steamer was lined with lotus leaves cut into long and thin strips and densely stacked together. On the lotus leaf base, there are eight steaming, crystal clear, little buns that look like they are carved from white jade.

Before even tasting it, Shang Xiuxun felt pleasantly surprised just by looking at the appearance of the eight little buns, which looked like works of art.

Fu'er used a pair of silver chopsticks to pick up a small bun, put it on a plate, handed it to Shang Xiuxun, and said with a smile: "Miss, eat it while it's hot. These soup dumplings won't be eaten when they get cold." Delicious.”

Shang Xiuxun took the silver chopsticks and plate, picked up the packet, and was about to taste it.

At this time, Fu'er suddenly reminded: "Miss, you have to eat slowly. It's best to bite the skin first and take a shallow sip. There will be a special surprise!"

Fu'er had already tasted this kind of soup dumpling when she went to the kitchen to get breakfast for Shang Xiuxun. She knew the deliciousness of this fresh meal and was deeply impressed by it.

Not only her, but all the cooks and handymen in the kitchen were full of praise for the millet porridge and soup dumplings, saying that they had never eaten such a delicious meal in their lives.

This is not a compliment, but a compliment from the bottom of my heart. The master even wanted to worship Qin Ran as his master on the spot. He didn't want to learn his unique martial arts cooking skills, but just wanted Qin Ran to give him some pointers, and he would be of great use.

Now, Fu'er, who had tasted the extremely delicious taste of the meal, looked at Shang Xiuxun expectantly, hoping to see a hint of surprise on her face.

I saw Shang Xiuxun following Fu'er's instructions, passing the small bag to his lips, using his neat little teeth as white and smooth as pearls, carefully biting the skin of the bun, and then sucked it gently.

With just one inhalation, Shang Xiuxun felt an unprecedented delicious taste, melting in her mouth, impacting her taste buds, seducing her stomach, making her narrow her eyes in comfort, and her pretty face was full of joy. It's a surprise.

"It's so delicious!" She exclaimed, took another sip, squinted her eyes to taste it, and sighed again: "It's so delicious!"

After sucking the soup, she put the packet into her mouth, which was just enough for her to eat in one bite. She chewed carefully with her smooth cheeks puffed out, and nodded repeatedly while eating.

After eating a soup dumpling, Shang Xiuxun didn't take a breath. He picked up a soup dumpling by himself, sucked the soup first, and then ate the dumpling. Repeatedly, until the entire cage of eight small bags had been swept away by her, she exhaled with satisfaction, and said to Fu'er with a moving smile on her lips:
  "The master chef in the kitchen suddenly had an idea today? He was actually able to make such a delicious meal. Since I was a child, I have eaten countless delicious foods, but there has never been any delicious food that can be as good as today's basket of small soup dumplings. And this corn The porridge is also extremely delicious, which can be called a surprise. Fu'er, call the master chef here, I have to ask him why he didn't pay so much attention before?"

Fu'er chuckled and said, "Miss, you have misunderstood! None of the master chefs in our kitchen can make such a delicious meal!"

"Isn't it made by our master chef in the kitchen?" Shang Xiuxun was surprised: "Who did it?"

"Xiu Xun, would you like to have breakfast?" Before Fuer could answer, Qin Ran's voice came from outside the restaurant door.

Fu'er stepped forward to clear the tableware and whispered in Shang Xiuxun's ear: "Master Qin Ran cooked it himself! He went there at 2:00 a.m. (around four o'clock in the morning) when the weather was the coldest and darkest. In the kitchen, I used my wonderful skills to prepare this breakfast for you, young lady. The master chefs were astonished by Mr. Qin Ran’s skills. Some even said that he is like the Kitchen King descending to earth, and the God of Cookery is still alive!"

After saying that, she winked at Shang Xiuxun who was stunned, picked up the packed tableware, and turned around to go out.

When leaving the house, she passed by Qin Ran who had just entered. Fu'er smiled at Qin Ran, gave him a cute look, and left quickly.

Qin Ran came to the dining table, smiled at Shang Xiuxun, and asked: "Xiuxun, are the corn porridge and soup dumplings for breakfast still to your liking?"

"You..." Shang Xiuxun's pretty face glowed, and he lowered his head slightly, savoring the sweet taste in his heart, and said softly: "Breakfast is delicious, I have never had such a delicious experience, Mr. Qin, are you willing?" La!"

Qin Ran smiled and said: "It's nothing. If you can show off your smile, that's enough for me."

"But, as a great master, you condescend to cook for me. You value me so much. How can you repay me by teaching Xiu Xun?" Thinking of Qin Ran's status, he actually got up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen to carefully prepare breakfast for himself. It was so miraculous that the breakfast she made immediately conquered her stomach. Shang Xiuxunfang couldn't help but have mixed feelings in her heart.

"Why repay?" Qin Ran suddenly showed a gentle smile, walked to Shang Xiuxun, grabbed one of her slender jade hands, put it in his warm and wide palm, stared into her eyes, and said softly: "I How about I agree with you?"

At the same time, he secretly activated the skill ‘Royal Spirit’ carried by the Luck Golden Dragon: to forcibly increase his favorability/loyalty.

Invisible fluctuations started from Qin Ran and quietly dispersed in all directions to the west.

When Shang Xiuxun saw his smile, it was like suddenly seeing a beam of sunshine shining through the window lattice after a lingering rain for more than a month, and his heart was filled with joy and sweetness.

Then Qin Ran grabbed his little hand and was surprised.

When she heard that he actually said that he wanted her to "commit herself to him", her pretty face turned red in an instant.

"You, you, you...what are you talking about!"

She stammered, her heart pounding wildly, and her beautiful eyes were so charming that they were almost dripping with water.

She was so flustered that she forgot to take her hand out of Kieran's big hand.

"Am I talking nonsense? Xiuxun knows it well, so why run away?" Qin Ran stared into Shang Xiuxun's eyes and smiled: "When I first met Xiuxun, I fell in love with Xiuxun at first sight, and I felt like a goddess. Come into the world.”

Hearing his words, Shang Xiuxun immediately held his breath, so shy that even his jade neck turned red.

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