Shengshibaojian

"Mr. Lan..." Hotan looked at the box of tofu in front of him and said, "As far as I know, Yanjing's tofu with shallots is a home-cooked dish. It doesn't use the inner fat tofu from our Ridao, does it? Soybean fermented tofu, right?"

"Old Yanjing people are not as hypocritical as you Ridao people!"

The old scholar raised his hand and tore open the packaging box of inner fat tofu in front of him. During the famine decades ago, it was a problem to fill his stomach. It would be a heavenly day to have a mouthful of warm tofu mixed with shallots!What if there is no tofu?Tofu!Okara!Even tofu nao can be mixed with shallots!Eating this dish is a thought, and what you eat is a memory! "

Seeing the old scholar pull out the long knife from the table and slap it on the table with a loud bang, an unexpected scene appeared.

As we all know, Hishima tofu is in a solid state of jelly, which can easily puncture the surface packaging of the inner fat tofu, and it is easy to shatter the inner fat tofu on the spot.

However, the old scholar did not scatter the tofu in this shot. Instead, he took the tofu into four sections, arranged neatly like matts. Drizzle with soy sauce, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and a simple tofu with shallots is made, and it takes less than 2 minutes.

Looking at Hetian's face, he also became tense. He just used the creative dishes of "Inexhaustible Threads" to take the old scholar's army, and now the kung fu old scholar took a picture of it with the tofu mixed with shallots. The expression on Hetian's face was light and calm, but at this moment, there was already a storm in his body.

The old scholar's slap immediately brought his blood pressure up, and the moment he dropped his hand, Hetian suddenly had the urge to spurt blood from his nose. It just squirted out.

"Mr. Lan is very skilled. Although this dish of tofu mixed with shallots is simple, it contains the crystallization of Mr. Lan's spiritual energy for decades. It is really rare! I admire it! It is worthy of being the famous master of Yanjing!"

The old scholar was also polite, picked up his chopsticks and took a sip of Hotan's "Inexhaustible Threads": "Hetian, you don't have to be modest. Although your dish uses pig brains with a strong fishy smell, it tastes like a little pig in your mouth. You can’t even taste the fishy smell, if I’m not wrong! You must have used aura to force out the aura of the pig’s brain during the kneading process, right? This dish is tender and delicious in your mouth! It’s delicious Sticky! Definitely worthy of a Michelin rating!"

He Tian nodded slightly, and then took a bite of the tofu mixed with shallots made by the old scholar, and he was full of praise for it: "Mr. Lan's dish is also very good. The most original taste, even if it is just a piece of inner fat tofu! I can still taste the rich soybean taste! The most original taste of food is the most natural taste! This has always been my original intention of cooking food! Thank you Mr. Lan Inspired me! Let Hetian benefit a lot while eating this dish!"

"No, no, no!" The old scholar shook his head and denied, "My original intention of cooking dishes is far more than that. The elders of my ancestors have taught us that we should behave like shallots and tofu in everything we do. Wanzi, isn’t it tiring to engage in so much right and wrong? Can’t the communication between people be a little purer?”

When the old scholar said these words, especially Chao Songcun and his wife took a look. The couple acted as if they had nothing to do, pretending that they hadn't heard anything, with a false smile on their faces all the time.

He Tian put down his chopsticks and nodded, "Okay then! I won't go around with Mr. Lan anymore. In fact, you and I both know that the more the Master of Appreciating Treasures gets to the end, the more he compares the innocence and strength of the aura! I just learned from this dish. It has already been seen that Mr. Lan's aura and mine are basically at the same level, and it will be hard to tell the winner for a while! Why don't we change the method again. If Mr. Lan can pass the test smoothly, what will Boss Songcun do? It's all easy to say!"

After Wada finished speaking, he took out a thin napkin and handkerchief from the long table.

This is a napkin handkerchief the size of an A4 paper, square and thin like a cicada's wing, it is used for wiping and absorbing water.

Hetian raised his hand and threw the paper towel into the air, followed by the long knife in his hand, and then the square paper towel was frozen in mid-air, and it was the sharp tip of Hetian's long knife that was pointed at it. in the middle of the paper towel.

This scene is extremely rare for ordinary people. The tip of the long knife is extremely sharp, but it does not pierce the thin paper towel, and it is firmly held in midair. It seems simple, but it consumes a lot of grades. There is a lot of spiritual energy in the master's body.

Even the slightest slack would cause the sharpened tip to break through the paper towel.

call!

The old scholar didn't dare to show weakness, and suddenly a brand new pen appeared in his hand, and the tip of the pen also poked into the center of the paper towel.

One positive and one negative, one knife and one stroke, suppressing the thin napkin, like a still picture, the surroundings of the napkin continuously force out the aura, and the surface of the napkin is as quiet as a virgin, with undercurrents surging and aura fluctuating.

The old scholar let out a deep breath, and deeply realized that the "Inexhaustible Threads" just now was just an appetizer, and this is today's main course. Use a square napkin to measure the spiritual energy in the bodies of the two masters. Even though the two masters are sitting face to face, whoever punctures the tissue in front of him with some obvious negligence will be injured by the other party's aura at any time and anywhere, ranging from serious damage to vitality, to the destruction of veins, to severe injuries. Injury to life.

1 minutes……

10 minutes……

Half an hour passed, and looking at the napkin in the middle, it had become thinner and thinner, and more and more aura overflowed around it, hoarding and lingering on the top of the warehouse for a long time.

Looking at the faces of the old scholar and He Tian, ​​both of them turned red by coincidence, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans overflowed from the foreheads of both of them by coincidence.

The expressions of the two are not as calm as before, but they are getting more and more excited and nervous as time goes by.

Finally, Hotan's hands began to tremble violently, and his arms also jumped violently, as if he was about to puncture the tissue in mid-air in an instant.

The pen in the old scholar's hand didn't move an inch, but his face was getting darker and darker. Finally, Na Hetian opened his mouth and shouted: "Mr. Lan! You don't have to kill me with your head! That sword didn't belong to you in the first place. Why hold on to it? Just act as if it has never appeared before, out of sight and out of sight!"

Songcun also got up slowly and was doing the ideological work of the old scholar beside his ear: "Mr. Lan, you have to think clearly, this matter is not only related to you alone, there are many innocent people behind it. Do you want to be safe? You and I are both cultural people! Why do you have to live the life of walking on the edge of a knife..."

"Songcun! Are you still talking about it? It's not a safe and secure thing at all. The Prince Yan's sword is a treasure of the Chinese clan from the beginning to the end! You Ridao people don't even think about taking it back. Think I've never seen it? Unless you gouged out my eyes! Unless you killed me! My old man risked his life to bring it home today!"

"No problem! Mr. Lan, since you are so determined to bring the Prince Sword home, I will give you a chance. If you can survive my wife's hook and keep this piece of paper unbroken, then Songcun will hold that piece of paper with both hands. Offer up the Prince Yan's sword intact!"

Song Cun got up and gave a gesture, and his wife Keiko understood, she flicked her hands, and two red hooks tied with red strings flew out from between her fingers, and poked between the old scholar's palms with a puff.

There is a long knife in the front and double hooks in the back!

This is clearly to drive the old scholar to a dead end!