Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1218 1207. A worthy death
“Now very few people know about this.” Old Liang took a sip of tea, adopting a posture as if he were about to have a long talk.

The older generation tells the younger generation about the customs and traditions of the past.

"The older generation makes broth by emphasizing the balance of firmness and tenderness. The rooster meat is firm and has a strong umami flavor, like the foundation stone that supports the entire broth. The fat hen meat is tender and has plenty of fat, like the fine mud that coats the skeleton."

"When making soup, the rooster's freshness brings out the hen's fatness, and the hen's oil suppresses the rooster's dryness."

"After finishing the soup, it was so clear you could see your reflection. It tasted fresh and intense from days of hiking in the mountains, yet also had a smooth and sweet flavor."

"With it, this pot of broth goes from being savory to being vibrant..."

"That's the best part about boiled cabbage in clear broth."

As Mr. Liang spoke of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

Her gaze drifted unfocused towards the rooftop, as if lost in memories…

Mr. Liang's behavior and his narration.

The two young people at his table, along with the six young people and novices on Liang Yue's side, were dumbfounded, exclaiming "Wow!" and drooling as they kept slurping.

Even Old Hou smacked his lips and murmured, "It must smell so good."

After saying that, relying on their good relationship, he asked directly, "Old Liang, when did you taste it, and what does it taste like?"

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up their ears.

Old Liang didn't speak at first, and continued to look at the roof.

You can't help but look up to the top; you'll be drooling. You have to maintain your image as a superior person.

After secretly swallowing his saliva, Old Liang shook his head slightly and said casually, "I've never tried it. Before today, I thought it was just a legend, a made-up story."

……

Everyone was speechless. You're making it sound so bizarre, but you've never actually tried it yourself? It's just a story.
"Hehe, the story is quite well-made." Old Hou chuckled awkwardly and offered a compliment.

But that's not right.

"Since it's a story, why did Old Xu use a rooster to make the soup?" Old Hou pondered, feeling something was amiss, and then asked the chubby girl, "Girl, did he use one rooster and twelve hens? Did Old Xu mention any particular reason?"

The chubby girl listened intently, nodding vigorously. "It's true! Right now, the Red King and its twelve concubines are all in the pot. I saw it. As for why, Old Xu didn't tell us. Maybe the chefs know."

That makes sense, since she's a waitress.

Then she added, "When I made the clear broth a few days ago, I used hens, but today I used Red King chicken."

Eh?
Why is this?

The revised recipe?
Why is it even more confusing now?
Everyone was puzzled.

Old Liang spoke again; he knew why.

"Because the materials are hard to find."

"According to the rules, the rooster must be a free-range rooster that is at least three years old, and it must be a fighting rooster that chases cats and dogs, pecks at people, has hard legs and a meat that is all muscle when torn apart."

"These fighting chickens grow by eating insects and digging in the soil, so their meat is full of fresh flavor."

"When you're simmering the soup, the smell that comes out of the pot isn't fishy, ​​but rather a wild, fresh aroma like wild mushrooms."

"Especially the chicken carcass, when you crack it open, the marrow dissolves into the soup like milk, and you have to use it as the base for an incredibly delicious soup."

"The older generation says that without this rooster, the soup loses its kick, like an opera singer without a martial arts performer, it just doesn't have the right energy."

Old Liang then launched into a long, rambling speech.

He has so many stories.

The young people exclaimed in surprise again.

This "story" makes more sense, and it's even more tempting! What kind of wild, fresh aroma is wafting from the pot? Chicken thighs with every fiber of their flesh must be incredibly delicious! What exactly is this vibrant, fresh flavor that's oozing from the meat?
I've never heard of it or seen it before; I'm curious.

Slurp~~ I want to eat.

Old Hou turned to look at Old Liang, "How do you know? Besides, this doesn't make sense. Where would a chicken that digs for insects get the wild, fresh smell of wild mushrooms?" Old Liang smiled and shook his head, "I don't know either. It's all just hearsay. Maybe it got mixed up as it was passed down. Maybe it didn't dig for insects at all. It must be one of those tyrant chickens that roam the mountains and can fight eagles..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the kitchen.

Yes, afterwards, Chef Xu was using the Red King and its twelve concubines to make broth, and he was still making boiled cabbage in clear broth.

Master Xu must have his reasons for doing this.

A fierce rooster that can outrun eagles, peck away foxes, and take the lives of seven roosters with its claws—such a rare find indeed!

Perhaps, a long, long time ago, such rare ingredients were already in use.

Later, since they couldn't find it, they changed it, turning the original version into a youth version.

Later on, even fighting chickens that were three years old or older became hard to find, so they changed it again, turning the youth version into a youth mini version.

This situation is all too common in the cooking industry.

Too many ingredients are either protected or rarely found.

It's difficult for ordinary families to even buy a real free-range chicken, let alone a free-range chicken raised in the unpolluted deep forests of the Jialing River source, at an altitude of over 1800 meters, eating wild fruits and medicinal herbs, and even capable of fighting eagles.

Even in a small city like Tianhan, which is surrounded by deep mountains, Jiweilou is still the best.

What's even more remarkable is that these fine ingredients ended up in the hands of a master chef like Chef Xu.

I made boiled cabbage in clear broth.

How coincidental, how rare, how once-in-a-century this series of events is!

The Red King and his twelve concubines.

It’s a worthy death, a worthy death!
None of them died in vain.
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Both Professor Liang and Professor Hou each provided a reasonable deduction.

The crowd of onlookers nodded in agreement.

That makes perfect sense, absolutely perfect.

It was only natural that I realized this.

They were lucky.

Today is the first day of Jiweilou's soft opening.

These people with connections were able to get the news in advance and arrive early, just in time to catch Chef Xu preparing a grand feast.

I had the perfect opportunity to try this boiled cabbage in clear broth.

This kind of good luck might only come once in a lifetime.

"Girl, can you book the big banquet you mentioned? How much is it per table?" Old Hou swallowed hard and asked directly.

Upon hearing this, everyone swallowed hard and pricked up their ears.

The chubby girl thought to herself, "I'm just giving my newly met girlfriends a piece of pork knuckle; I didn't plan for them to book a banquet."

It's too expensive, ridiculously expensive!

But when the customer asked, she couldn't refuse to say, "We have five tables today, and the opening special offers are 99,800 yuan after the discount."

A meal costing 100,000 yuan?

Or after the discount?
"Why are there only five tables?" Surprised, Liang Yue blurted out a strange question.

The chubby girl was stumped by the question, but after thinking for a moment, she replied, "Because we only slaughtered four pigs today, so we need to use the front shank for the pork knuckle."

Oh, right, braised pork knuckle, and braised beef knuckle too.

Slurp~~
"That's not right. Four pigs have eight forelegs. Five tables aren't enough to go around. Are we going to have two forelegs per table?" Er Ya's calculations are really clear, but her thought process... she must have caught Liang Yue's influence.

The chubby girl also caught the bug, and even started counting on her fingers, "One pork knuckle per table, one was used for the tasting, oh right, two are missing. They were all made, so why are two missing?"

(End of this chapter)