dragon hunter

Chapter 123

The tall and straight old man should be Uncle Lang Ying. When he saw Zhen Qingyi and me, he strode towards me.

The other party is an elder, how can I stand still and greet him quickly.

Before the person approached, the hearty laughter of the old man spread, "Lang Jialang Xingsong, thank you, Mr. Zhang, for generously presenting this rare treasure."

"It looks very reliable." I muttered in my heart, with a smile on my face, I walked over with my hands outstretched, and shook hands with him vigorously.

"Yingzi, the distinguished guest has arrived, go tell the proprietress to serve the food quickly." Lang Xingsong enthusiastically pulled me and walked into the restaurant.

I turned around in embarrassment, and gave Zhen Qingyi a comforting look. When we met for the first time, I immediately discovered that Lang Ying's uncle had a really weird temper.

"This old man favors sons over daughters, he is an old feudalist." I made a definition in my heart, because Lang Ying's uncle, whether he was looking at his niece or Zhen Qingyi, his eyes would be swept away.

Fortunately, Lang Ying was knowledgeable and interesting, and did not neglect Zhen Qingyi. The two women held hands and talked in a low voice behind them.

"Chun Niang, serve the food quickly, what are you talking about?" Lang Xingsong warmly greeted me to sit down, then patted the table, blowing his beard and staring.

"Lang Xingsong, do you think this is your Lang's house? I don't like your tricks." A fat cook walked over with a kitchen knife in her hand, with a stern look on her face.

Lang Ying tugged on my sleeve, smiled apologetically, nudged her uncle secretly, and made a gesture of mind.

"Brother Lang, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have such a hot temper." A familiar voice sounded.

I was surprised, the person who walked in from the door was none other than the mysterious Mr. Lai.

"Lai San, come and sit down, and have a drink with my little brother later." Lang Xingsong rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to greet him.

As soon as the words were finished, he slapped the table again and stared at the fat cook, "Swiftly, serve the wine and food, girls do things like a jerk."

"What's the matter, girls, you weren't born by girls?" The fat cook was also a pungent character, holding a kitchen knife in her hand and one hand on her hip, she wanted to argue with that old man Lang Xingsong.

"Chun Niang, we have a distinguished guest today, let's serve the food first." Mr. Lai jumped out to smooth things over.

The fat cook muttered a few words, glared at the old man Lang Xingsong, and then turned and left unwillingly.

"What is this all about? If I had known this, I wouldn't have come." Zhen Qingyi whispered in my ear.

"Mr. Zhang, we meet again." Mr. Lai walked over with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Lai, why are you here?" I asked in surprise.

"Lai San and his family are the contemporary heirs of Huangquan Cuisine, but he didn't do his job properly and became a Fengshui master halfway through." Lang Xingsong explained from the side.

"Let's not talk about that, I'm really not interested in cooking. Fortunately, Chunniang has inherited the skills of my ancestors." Mr. Lai shook his hand.

I heard from Lang Xingsong that the fat cook and Mr. Lai were husband and wife. Thinking of the fat cook's vigor, and looking at the gentle Mr. Lai, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

"We usually only entertain friends in the circle here. It's rare that Mr. Zhang comes to the door, so please taste it." After Mr. Lai finished speaking, he walked to the side and lit the incense.

From the bronze censer beside it, green smoke rises, and the quiet sound of guzheng comes from the backyard.

"What kind of fragrance is this? Why is there no smell?" Zhen Qingyi sniffed and asked curiously.

"This is the musk produced by a secret method. It can calm the mind and clear the taste, and enhance the sensitivity of the taste buds. It is an indispensable process before tasting Huangquan dishes." Mr. Lai came over and introduced.

The sound of guzheng from the backyard changed from quiet to exciting, and the green smoke from the bronze censer condensed into a curvaceous beauty, dancing to the sound.

"Qin Jimei, this bronze censer of yours has hidden secrets." Lang Xingsong walked aside with his hands behind his back, and walked around the bronze censer.

The bronze incense burner has a unique shape, about one meter high, carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the body of the furnace is inlaid with three beads of different colors.

"They are all treasures passed down from our ancestors. Even if we travel all over China, we can't find any craftsmen with this skill." Mr. Lai said with emotion.

"Yeah, people are impetuous, and the painstaking efforts of many ancestors have all been lost." Lang Xingsong sighed, came over and sat down.

"Mr. Zhang, young and promising young people like you who can inherit and carry forward the ancestors are rare." Mr. Lai praised.

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't expect that the two of them would talk about it, and it would involve me. I immediately shook my hands modestly, saying that I didn't dare to do it.

A bell rang outside the door, and the lights in the small hall suddenly dimmed. I looked around with some doubts.

"The food is served. The first dish is called Boy Asking the Way." Mr. Lai introduced with a smile.

Amidst the ringing of bells, four small red lanterns floated in with a square wooden plate hanging on it, and a dish exuding heat was placed right in the center of the wooden plate.

"It's amazing, these little red lanterns seem to have eyes." Zhen Qingyi stared in surprise.

"Didn't you just have eyes?" I smiled wryly, there were some things that Zhen Qingyi couldn't see, but I could see them.

Those four little red lanterns are not ordinary paper lanterns, but soul-inducing lanterns opened by the paper maker.

On each little red lantern, there is a pair of small eyes, blinking and blinking, the eyes are full of spirituality.

"Look at the colors of these soul-inducing lanterns, have they been used for at least a few decades?" Lang Xingsong asked while sitting at the table.

"Almost 100 years ago, it was made by Master Fan Qingyun, the last master paper maker in the Republic of China." Mr. Lai looked at the faded lanterns with emotion.

"Ah, there are bamboo shoots on the plate, why is it in the shape of a doll, carved like that on purpose?" Zhen Qingyi asked curiously.

"It's the essence of bamboo shoots, which is as famous as the Millennium Ginseng King." I didn't expect the ingredients of Huangquan dishes to be so precious.

"It's so cruel that you want to eat such a cute little thing." Zhen Qingyi is a woman with a soft heart.

"I didn't see you soft-hearted when you slaughtered pigs for meat. Women are troublesome." Lang Xingsong muttered.

"Bamboo shoot essence is just a strange shape, not a spirit that gave birth to consciousness. It is crispy and delicious, and can cure various cold diseases." Mr. Lai brought out the vegetables from the wooden plate.

Lang Xingsong picked up the knife on the table, unloaded the bamboo shoots, and put a piece in each bowl.

I thought that the patriarchal old man would not share food with his niece and Zhen Qingyi, but I didn't expect the most basic etiquette, this feudal old man, still has it.

I took a bite of the bamboo shoot essence, it melted in my mouth, and when I swallowed it, a wave of heat ran through my body.

Outside the hall, there was a sudden whining sound of wind. Mr. Lai put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said with a smile, "The second dish is more peculiar, it's called Feng Xue Ye Gui Ren."

The red lanterns that flew out just now drifted in again, this time there was a glass cover on the wooden plate, and the whining sound of the wind came from inside the glass cover.

"What's in there, why is there still wind?" I stared at the glass cover with a puzzled expression.

Inside the transparent glass cover, there are countless tiny white spots flying like snowflakes.

"The way to eat this dish is a bit special." Mr. Lai took out a few glasses and put them on the table.

The dishes on the wooden plate were carefully brought to the table with the glass cover attached.

Mr. Lai picked up a glass, buckled it on the top of the glass cover, turned the glass cover slightly, and a stream of air with countless white spots poured into the glass.

"The glass cover is very delicate, I didn't expect it to have a mechanism." Zhen Qingyi said.

Mr. Lai closed the glass cover, quickly poured over the glass, took out a lid, and covered the glass.

"It's the same as drinking a drink, use a straw to suck." Mr. Lai inserted the straw and made a second cup in the same way.

"What are the ingredients of this dish?" I watched for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out what the tiny white spots were.

"Tianshan snow lotus was ground into powder, and then a conch was put on the plate." Mr. Lai handed us the glasses.

I have seen wind snails in the Broken Books. It is a very rare type of snail. It will keep spinning when placed in a place without sand.

"It's delicious, it's the first time I've tasted such a delicacy." Zhen Qingyi took a sip carefully, squinting his eyes to savor it.

"The next dish is more interesting. It's called life impermanence. Everyone will feel a different taste when they eat it." Mr. Lai's tone was a bit like offering a treasure.

The third dish named Life Impermanence was brought in by the fat cook herself. Compared with the two dishes just now, this dish was plain in appearance, it looked like a few pieces of fried tofu.

The fat cook held some grudges, and after putting the dishes on the table, she gave Lang Xingsong a look, then turned her fat body around, and walked out staggeringly.

"Is it true that everyone tastes differently?" Zhen Qingyi stretched out his chopsticks curiously, and picked up a piece of tofu-like dish.

Watching Zhen Qingyi take a bite, I asked curiously: "What does it taste like, did you find anything?"

"It smells like seafood, first salty and then sweet, what exactly is this?" Zhen Qingyi tilted his head thinking.

Lang Ying had been pretending to be a lady just now, and couldn't help it at this moment, she also picked up a piece of tofu-like thing and took a bite.

"Tell me, what flavor do you eat?" Zhen Qingyi looked at Lang Ying impatiently.

"It's so sour..." Lang Ying frowned slightly, and halfway through speaking, her face changed, and she gulped down the tea, and after a long time, she put down the water glass, "It's almost too spicy."

Seeing that this dish called life impermanence is so miraculous, I couldn't help but also took a piece. With Lang Ying's lesson, I only bit a little bit.

"How is it?" Zhen Qingyi stared at me with a pair of jet-black eyes.

"It's delicious, it tastes too fresh." I wolfed it down and swallowed the remaining half of it into my stomach.

"Mr. Lai, what are the ingredients of this dish?" Zhen Qingyi's big eyes were full of curiosity.

"Have you ever seen konjac?" Mr. Lai smiled mysteriously.

"Is this konjac? Impossible." Zhen Qingyi was puzzled at first, then shook his head decisively.

"I didn't say it was konjac, but it is somewhat similar to konjac. Tai Sui is used as an ingredient for the impermanence of life." Mr. Lai revealed the mystery with a smile.

(End of this chapter)