Legendary Pharmacist

So Zheng Qiu remained silent on purpose, pretending to be in deep thought.

Then he said: "I have nothing to do with your fanatic sect, why should I stay here to help?"

Elder Si Kun was about to turn around to find the suzerain, when he heard what the sage of medicine said, he hurriedly advised him.

"Senior Medicine Sage, please don't say that, you saved Han Fufu and came to visit my Fanzong, which shows that you are destined for my sect!

I will definitely not let the sage help me if I am busy. I, Fanzong, will give you a satisfactory return, which is absolutely worth the money.

Saint, don't worry, I'll go to the suzerain right away and ask him to talk to you in detail. "

Afterwards, Elder Si Kun ordered Fatty Han to invite the honored guest, the sage of medicine, to the Suzerain's hall, where he waited for the suzerain.

In the main hall of Fan Fan Sect, there is a large bronze tripod with a height of two feet.

There was a pile of firewood under the tripod, and two fat disciples were holding fans, sweating profusely to burn the fire and roast the tripod.

There was no cover on the bronze cauldron, and white water vapor was wafting out, and a strong smell of meat accompanied by water vapor permeated the hall.

Zheng Qiu looked around at the furnishings in the hall, no matter the tables and chairs, vases, flower stands, or even the thick pillars and wooden beams, all had a layer of oily luster.

It seems that this large cauldron is often used to cook meat, and the oil and water have coated the hall from the beginning to the end.

Seeing Zheng Qiu's eyes resting on the big bronze tripod, Han Fufu, who led the way, proudly introduced: "Senior, this is our fancier's superb delicacy, called Wannianzhu.

The flame under the cauldron is never extinguished, and the food in the cauldron is never emptied.

Every time, all kinds of meat and hundreds of spices and herbs are added, and mixed with the rest of the previous ingredients.

The taste of the cooking, if it is said to be second in the world, there is nothing that can be called the first. "

Zheng Qiu understood what Fatty Han meant, the meat cooked in this cauldron was the same as the old noodles used by the master who made the dough.

Only eat a portion at a time, and then use the remaining food to mix with new ingredients.

The taste of the old ingredients blends with the taste of the new ingredients. Every time the ingredients are put in, it is equivalent to adding a new taste to the food in the tripod.

This is the superposition of taste and taste, just like refining pills, constantly refining food.

Han Fufu raised his hand to greet the two disciples who made the fire, and asked them to take a spoonful of Wannian and show it to Zheng Qiu.

The two disciples hesitated, claiming that this is the best delicacy, and that they cannot be given to others without the permission of the elder or suzerain.

"This senior is a distinguished guest of our Ordinary Sect, the fourth elder has already gone to call the suzerain, and the suzerain will come here to talk with senior soon.

What's the matter with scooping it out, seniors don't eat fireworks, just take a look. "

"this……"

Fatty Han is a well-known elder brother in the sect, his words immediately convinced the two of them.

A disciple carried a ladder to the side of the big bronze cauldron, climbed up and used a beautiful silver silk long-handled spoon to scoop out a spoonful of food from the cauldron.

Compared with the huge bronze tripod, the spoon is only the size of a peach pit, making it extremely pocket-sized.

The disciple carefully carried the spoon, and handed the Wannian Cook to Zheng Qiu for Zheng Qiu to watch carefully.

Inside the silver spoon was a mass of black stuff, very viscous and bubbling.

Zheng Qiu's face was a little ugly,

This color, this degree of stickiness.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are cooking shit, or the kind that has been boiled for decades and turned black.

Think about it too, throwing all kinds of ingredients in and cooking, every time you eat it, you still don’t get it all.

Coupled with the fact that the fire is endless all year round, no matter how hard the ingredients are, they will be boiled into a mush.

Moreover, if such a large bronze tripod is baked with an ordinary flame, it must be heated unevenly, and the ingredients at the bottom of the tripod will be zoomed and blackened.

Over the years, these scorched parts are mixed with other ingredients, making the whole tripod into this strange color.

Zheng Qiu didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart: "Cooking for ten thousand years is really the same as cooking shit for ten thousand years. Can this stuff be eaten? It looks so scary!"

Fatty Han yelled excitedly at the side, and kept asking Zheng Qiu: "Senior, how did you see Wannian Cooking, isn't it great?

The best in the world, right?

You smell the smell, how fragrant and attractive; look at the color, how connotative it is, this is the essence of thousands of ingredients!

Senior, get closer and take a look..."

Zheng Qiu didn't want to touch this thing, so he said quickly: "Okay, this thing is very good, it is worthy of being cooked for ten thousand years, and you are really addicted to Fanzong."

At the same time, taking advantage of the timing of speaking, he took two steps back and motioned the disciple to pour the spoon back.

Next to him, Han Fufu said again: "Senior, you don't know something, this Wannian cooking is very particular.

The food scooped out cannot be poured back, it will destroy the taste in the cauldron. "

Then, with a look of anticipation on his face, he rubbed his hands and said to the disciple in front of him with a smile: "Senior, I don't eat fireworks, and I can't go back to cooking for ten thousand years.

Don't waste good things, just give them to me, and I will try them on behalf of my predecessors. "

The disciple in front of him showed a look of sudden realization, and said: "So it's not the guests who want to watch Wannian Cooking, but Senior Brother Han, you want to eat it yourself!

Actually lied to us that the suzerain wants to meet distinguished guests, I want to tell the elders about this, let the elders..."

"I didn't lie to you, the suzerain and the elders will really come later and have a detailed discussion with this senior.

Alas, give it to me quickly, I won't have this chance when they come! "

As he spoke, Fatty Han grabbed the silver ladle from his disciple and poured the sticky black stuff into his mouth.

"Delicious, delicious, really delicious in the world! All the most wonderful tastes in the world are gathered here!"

While sighing loudly, he licked the black paste from the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his tongue happily, licking all the black paste on the spoon.

After licking the spoon, he turned the handle of the spoon to check, and then returned it to the disciple in front of him.

"Haha, there is no trace at all. I haven't eaten Wannian boiled, and I won't admit it when the elder comes!"

"Why won't you admit it?"

Accompanied by the voice, Elder Si Kun walked in from the entrance of the main hall, still bouncing like a rubber ball.

"No, nothing."

Han Fufu answered quickly, then closed his mouth tightly and hid behind Zheng Qiu.

However, Elder Si Kun is also a shrewd person, how can he be so easy to fool, his eyes immediately turned to the ladder beside the bronze cauldron.

The disciple held a silver thread long-handled spoon in his hand, and there was a ladder beside the cauldron. He immediately understood that someone had eaten the Wannian boiled in the cauldron.

As for who ate Wannianzhu, this young man called Mr. Yao came here for the first time, so he must not know about Wannianzhu, so the answer is ready to come out.

Elder Si Kun stared at Han Fufu fiercely, and shouted: "Han Fufu, why are you hiding behind, stand up for me!

Say, did you eat ten thousand years boiled? "

Han Fufu had no choice but to stand up from behind Zheng Qiu, shaking his head again and again: "No, I didn't eat, not at all."

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