Chapter 385

After a while, Tong Rui brought Gu Zheng a bag of things, the most of which were preserves and dried fish.

"That's good."

Gu Zheng took the preserves and dried fish, and a smile appeared on his face. The spirit has given the level of these ingredients, a small part of which is inferior, and the rest are all ordinary.

"What fruit is this candied fruit made of? It tastes very good!"

Gu Zheng ate a translucent red candied fruit. From the appearance alone, this kind of candied fruit is very similar to that made of plum, but the taste is completely different from that of plum. There is no sour taste. Some are just sweet but not greasy, with a unique fruit aroma.

"This is the 'Wufeng apricot' which is a specialty of Wufeng island. Ancient Taoist friends, please try other kinds. The taste is not bad at all!" Tong Rui said with a smile.

"It's really good. It's the best preserved fruit I've ever eaten."

Gu Zheng has tasted several kinds of preserves, sour and sweet, and even some with a smell of milk! Such delicious preserves, if placed in the outside market, will certainly be sold out by girls.

"If you have time, ancient Taoist friends can come to our Wufeng island as guests. The taste of these candied fruits and fresh fruits also have to be said," Yang Zhenling invited.

"Yes, I will go to your Wufeng island when I have time, but the Wufeng island is in the vast sea. Even if I want to go, I don't know how to go!"

Gu Zheng really wanted to go to Wufeng island. He had never been to several overseas islands, let alone the island where the cultivator's sect is located. Besides, there should be many ingredients on Wufeng island that can't be seen in the mainland. It's better to collect some in the past.

"I'll tell you how to get there."

Yang Zhenling happily told Gu Zheng how to go to Wufeng island. However, Yang Zhenling naturally didn't directly tell Gu Zheng where Wufeng island is. He just told Gu Zheng a coastal port and asked Gu Zheng to go there to find a restaurant belonging to Tianxin sect industry. He told the person in charge of the restaurant that he came to find Yang Zhenling, and the person in charge would send the news back at the first time.

"Ancient Taoist friends, taste the dried fish. How does it taste? I pickled it myself!" Tong Rui urged Gu Zheng when she saw that Gu Zheng was only eating preserves.

Gu Zheng nodded, "OK, I'll try it."

In fact, in terms of preserves and dried fish, Gu Zheng preferred dried fish, so he left the dried fish for the final taste. However, Tong Rui couldn't wait to urge them up before he had finished the preserves.

Dried fish is not ordinary salted fish, but vacuum packaged "spicy fish" like those sold on the market. However, Tong Rui's dried fish was seen for the first time by Gu Zheng. It looks like a silverfish in shape. It has a light layer of red oil and a spicy smell.

When he picked up a small fish and put it in his mouth, Gu Zheng thought that a layer of red oil outside might affect the overall taste and appear greasy. But when the small fish really entered the mouth, the spicy feeling immediately burst at the tip of the tongue. It didn't feel the slightest greasy at all. There was only a mouthful of spicy and delicious flavor left in the chewing.

Gu Zheng ate three small fish in a row before he said: "It tastes good. What kind of fish is this little fish? Also, the oil used to pickle the little fish is not ordinary rapeseed oil, but should be a kind of fish oil without fishy smell. It is precisely because of the infiltration of this fish oil that the meat quality of the little fish is very good, chewy but not old, and the fresh flavor of the fish is particularly prominent. As for the pepper and pepper used to pickle the fish, it is also very bad No, the natural flavor is very pure, but it is not like ordinary pepper and pepper. After eating, it will continue to feel spicy on the tongue. Its spicy will dissipate quickly. "

"The name of the dried fish is' deep-sea silverfish ', which is usually not seen in the sea. Gu Daoyou is very good at eating it! The fish oil pickled' deep-sea silverfish 'is also from a kind of deep-sea fish. Gu Daoyou should have never seen this kind of fish, but it's not easy to eat it as fish oil!" Tong Rui looked a little surprised.

In fact, Gu Zheng didn't eat it. It was fish oil, but tiexian formula could make him feel the trace in the ingredients. He understood the truth from the trace.

"I really have a little research on the way of diet." Gu Zheng smiled and then said, "have you ever cooked with preserves and dried fish?"

"No."

Tong Rui and Yang Zhenling shook their heads together. In their opinion, preserves and dried fish are just like snacks. Using snacks to cook meals is not particularly unimaginable, but no one seems to have done so on Wufeng island.

"There are still a lot of preserves and dried fish you gave. I'll add some more and cook a meal for you two to taste!" Gu Zheng said.

"Ah? Cooking?"

"No need for ancient Taoist friends. We've already eaten. Besides, we don't bring cooking utensils. We can't cook this meal!"

Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui were surprised. They didn't expect that people like Gu Zheng would say that they would cook a meal to invite people.

"I'll take the cooker. It depends on whether you want to eat."

Gu Zheng patted the bag. In fact, there was no cooking utensils in his bag. He brought a bulging bag. It was just to hide people's ears and eyes when it was convenient to take things from the wasteland space.

"Of course."

Although there are doubts about Gu Zheng's cooking, Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui still speak in the same voice.

Gu Zheng also saw the itch of fresh ingredients, so he soon made preparations.

There are many kinds of candied fruit. Gu Zheng selected eight kinds and prepared to make "eight treasure rice" with Xianmi.

As for dried fish, Gu Zheng is going to make a "stewed lotus root with dried fish.".

In the traditional "eight treasures rice" cooking, the glutinous rice needs to be steamed first. The so-called "eight treasures" should be soaked and boiled. Then, the bottom of the bowl is smeared with oil, and the "eight treasures" are placed at the bottom of the bowl. Finally, the steamed glutinous rice is also placed in the bowl, steamed in a cage, and then the bowl is buckled on the plate after coming out of the pot to pour out the formed "eight treasures rice", Then pour on the honey cooked in advance.

Gu Zheng is different from ordinary chefs. He makes "eight treasure rice". He directly mixes rice and preserves in a bowl and steams them in a cage.

"Old Taoist friends, can you steam the preserves in this' eight treasure rice '?"

Yang Zhenling has some doubts. He has not only eaten the "eight treasures rice", but also seen others make it. Like Gu Zheng, it is difficult to achieve a soft taste in the process of steaming the preserves without soaking them in advance! Even if it is, it is estimated that the taste of rice is terrible at that time.

In addition, the "eight treasure rice" is delicious only with glutinous rice. What you eat is the kind of sticky glutinous taste. However, the rice used to make the "eight treasure rice" in ancient times looks no different from ordinary rice. It is a kind of crystal like feeling, which is completely different from the pure white of glutinous rice.

"Don't worry. You'll know if you can steam it later."

Gu Zheng smiled faintly, and the fire control formula and water control strategy were performed at the same time. In the pot that Yang Zhenling couldn't see, the water was infiltrated with meat tight preserves at a very fast speed.

A moment later, the fragrance of Xianmi floated out, and Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui, who were attracted, kept stirring their noses.

"Old Taoist friend, what kind of rice do you use? Why is it so fragrant?"

"Yes, I've never smelled such a fresh smell of rice."

Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui spoke out one after another.

"This is a kind of rice planted by ethnic minorities with a very low yield. I finally collected some." Gu Zheng sighed slightly.

"Ancient Taoist friends don't collect much, but they can take it out and invite us. It's really embarrassing!"

"When ancient Taoist friends visit Wufeng Island, I will treat them with the best food!"

The faces of Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui were full of emotion, but there was no boasting about the truth.

Gu Zheng nodded and said, "OK, let's make a deal."

"By the way, ancient Taoist friends, did you use internal strength to steam 'eight treasure rice'?" Yang Zhenling asked.

"Why do you ask?" Gu Zheng smiled.

"If you don't cook food with inner strength, how can you steam the preserves like this? But I've seen people cook food with inner strength, but their hands are close to the cooker."

Yang Zhenling looked at Gu Zheng who was dealing with lotus roots. His face was full of wonder. If Gu Zheng used internal strength, why didn't his hand touch the kitchen utensils? But if he doesn't use internal force, it's a little incredible that he can steam the preserves only by heat and experience.

"Of course, I use internal strength, but the method of exerting internal strength is quite special. I just use it at the beginning and don't need to continue, so I can free up my hands to do other things." Gu Zheng smiled.

The ancient dispute of lotus root is to collect some when looking for duck palm cattail in the wasteland space. The grade of ingredients is second-class, and the taste is very good.

In fact, Gu Zheng still prefers to eat lotus root. Lotus root is used to stew ribs or make lotus root clips. It tastes very good.

Unfortunately, when he didn't get the inheritance of tiexian, Gu Zheng was lazy. He didn't do much to stew spare ribs and lotus root clips with lotus roots. He wanted to buy them. At that time, the quality of lotus roots and ingredients must not be good. Now we have better cooking skills and better ingredients, but time seems a little tense. What we wanted to do before is often done once by chance.

According to Gu Zheng's understanding of the ingredients, this "stewed lotus root with dried fish" must have a good taste. The fresh and spicy flavor of deep-sea silver fish will be integrated with the fragrance of lotus root, and the taste of the soup will become more mellow. Naturally, there is no saying about the taste of the ingredients themselves.

The dish of "stewing dried fish with lotus roots" is nothing fancy in itself. From the appearance, that is, first put dried fish into the pot, cook it for a while, then put the cut lotus roots in, and put some salt when it is about to come out of the pot. But in this seemingly simple process, not only Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui frequently made the sound of swallowing saliva, but also Uncle Zhang, who was attracted by the fragrance, reacted the same.

"Taoist friend, I didn't expect you to have such a good cook. It's really delicious. Is it really cooked with dried fish?"

Although Uncle Zhang couldn't help asking Gu Zheng, his eyes kept staring at the pot on the charcoal fire. Unfortunately, there was a pot cover on the pot, and he couldn't see the specific situation inside.

"Of course it's true. We're just watching here. The ancient Taoist friends didn't put anything except some salt."

While Tongrui was talking, she looked outside the tent and saw several people looking at it. If martial Uncle Zhang hadn't told them to be careful, I'm afraid they would all come and see what they were cooking. They could smell so delicious.

"All right."

Gu Zheng took the "eight treasures rice" and "stewed lotus root with dried fish" out of the pot.

"Ah? Only three?"

Looking at Gu competing for their share, martial Uncle Zhang's face was full of disappointment.

"Yes, when I was ready to do it, there were only three of us."

Gu Zheng said faintly that he didn't like Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang's face was more disappointed, but then his eyes lit up again, and his eyes fell on Yang Zhenling and Tong Rui.

"I'm so hungry!"

Tong Rui saw Uncle Zhang's eyes and immediately understood what he wanted. After opening her mouth, she quickly buried herself in eating.

He glared at Tong Rui fiercely. Martial Uncle Zhang said to Yang Zhenling, "martial nephew, divide martial uncle a little. What's the taste of such a fragrant thing?"

"Martial uncle, I'm hungry too!"

Yang Zhenling said he was about to eat, but Uncle Zhang held out his hand and said, "boy, you not only ate preserves and dried fish, but also a lot of dry food. You can't cheat me!"

"I'm really laughing to death. As a cultivator at the beginning of the fifth floor and a martial uncle of others, Zhang Dongliang, it's very kind of you to rob food with a younger generation!"

Laughter came from outside the tent. Luo Jin and Shangguan Feng also came.

"Luo Daoyou, what are you talking about? How can I say it's robbing the younger generation for food?" Zhang Dongliang said to Luo Jin with a red face, then turned his head and looked at Yang Zhenling. He had been holding the palm of his wrist because he stopped Yang Zhenling from eating. He was very old and said, "nephew, shouldn't a younger generation be filial to his elders?"

"Yes, martial uncle is right. As a younger generation, I naturally want to be filial to martial uncle!" Yang Zhenling wanted to show his teeth in pain, but he didn't dare to show it on the surface: "martial uncle, let's divide these things equally!"

Pain is pain, but in front of delicious food, Yang Zhenling should strive for interests as much as possible.

"Good!"

Zhang Dongliang laughed, loosened his grip on Yang Zhenling, then picked up half of the "eight treasure rice" and "stewed lotus root with dried fish" given by Yang Zhenling, and looked at Luo Jin happily: "You still laugh at me. Now I see if you still laugh. Don't think I don't know. You're also chasing after the fragrance! But it's a pity that the ancient Taoist friends have only done so much, and you don't want to eat any more."

Luo Jin's face turned red when he was pointed out by someone: "Zhang Dongliang, that's all you can do. We just came to tell the ancient Taoist friends that these smells are bad in the wilderness. What if they attract some spirit beasts? Don't say there are no monsters in Kunlun mountain!"

"It's all right. There are so many of us. I don't believe I'll meet a spirit beast that I can't cope with!" Zhang Dongliang said in a hurry, and then ate a mouthful of "eight treasures rice".

After swallowing the "eight treasure rice", Zhang Dongliang's face became shocked, and he hurriedly swallowed a second bite.

"Delicious!"

Chewing the "eight treasures rice" in his mouth, Zhang Dongliang's face was full of intoxication.