Chapter 353: Outdated Cooking Methods

As the disciple went to cook, Guiguzi stood up slowly and led Ying Feiyu, Han Xin, and others to the main hall.
Here is almost in a semi-isolated state, with little connection to the outside world except for buying some necessities.
So now the commonly used tables, chairs, and stools in Daqin are almost nonexistent here!
We are still sitting on pallets, and also using bronze and earthenware!
This makes Ying Feiyu and others very uncomfortable.
"How come the food hasn't arrived yet? This young master is starving!"
The little boy rubbed his shriveled stomach and impatiently urged.
He had only sipped a few mouthfuls of fish soup for breakfast, and by noon he had reached a fork in the road, all his focus was on choosing the right path, with no energy left to cook!
After walking a distance, we finally arrived here. The soup in my stomach has long turned into fertilizer, fertilizing the flowers and plants in this mountain!
"Please be patient, young master. We should be there soon!"
The old man still wore a kind smile.
As expected, as soon as the words fell, the disciples came in carrying various dishes and placed them on a small low table.
Seeing that there were many people, the master asked them to treat them as honored guests, so Lou Zhi led the junior disciples and specially made eight dishes and one soup, and the small table was instantly crowded!
Ying Feiyu rubbed his hands and ran over eagerly, ready to eat a lot.
Han Xin and the others had long empty stomachs and were waiting for this meal!
But when everyone saw the few dishes of clear water on the table, they felt instantly disappointed!
"Everyone, please eat up. There's plenty of food, haha!"
"However, Guiguzi did not notice the expressions of several people and continued to warmly entertain them."
"Wang Li and others exchanged glances, all wearing a displeased face."
This dish is obviously boiled with plain water, or it is cooked using their previous method.
At most, there is a steamed fish, which can be considered as having some meaty flavor.
Ying Feiyu also frowned, with no appetite at all.

For the sake of my stomach, I reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and put a bite of steamed fish into my mouth.
"Pfft..."
But within two seconds, I immediately spit it out.
There was no way I could swallow it, it was just like eating live fish, incredibly fishy!

"This... this...? Master?"
The reaction of the few people really angered the disciples.
The food they prepared carefully, these guys didn't even touch the chopsticks, and they even had a very disgusted expression.
And that kid went even further, the fish they had finally caught, he spat it out as soon as it entered his mouth, as if he had eaten shit!
Nevertheless, Guiguzi still showed no sign of anger and asked with concern, "But these dishes don't suit young master's taste?"
"Not only does it not suit our taste, but in Daqin, such food can only be fed to pigs!"
The young boy bluntly belittled.
"What? What did you say? We can't bear to eat these dishes on a regular day, and today we prepared them for you, and you still belittle them like this?"
Lou Zhi's chest was rising and falling, obviously in anger.
If it weren't for the master not speaking up, based on these few sentences, he would have to drive these people out!
"What this young master is saying is all facts. Firstly, your cooking methods are problematic. You're still using the ancient method of steaming, don't you have iron pots here? With the same ingredients, cooking in an iron pot produces a completely different flavor...!"
Xiao Zhengtai grabbed a boiled bamboo shoot and continued, "For example, this bamboo shoot can be stir-fried with meat, served cold with dressing, or made spicy and numbing. Any way you cook it, it's a hundred times tastier than boiling in plain water!"
"Iron... iron pot? What is that?"
Lou looked confused.
No one told him that you needed an iron pot to stir-fry!
Is it not enough to cook with pottery?
He has been in the valley for many years, and even when it comes to buying daily necessities, it's the younger disciples who take turns going out. It may take several years for everyone to go out, so he is very unfamiliar with the outside world!
"Iron..."
Little Shota was about to explain to him, but then he thought it over and decided against it. Even if he talked until he was blue in the face, he was afraid the guy wouldn't understand. It would be better to just take out the iron pot and let this guy have a good look.
"Han Xin, Wang Li, bring our carriages in and let them see what a iron pot is like! Peng Yue, Fan Kuai, go to the kitchen and see if there are any ingredients available! Zhang Liang, Ying Bu, go to the river in the backyard and catch some fish and shrimp. Later, this young master will show them a thing or two, let them broaden their horizons!"
Instructions for Ying Feiyu to roll up his sleeves and get to work.
"Yes!"
The crowd responded with joy on their faces and hurried to carry out the order.
"Hmph! Even if the cooking tools are different, what difference does it make in the dishes that are made?"
"Exactly, since they look down on our Guigu, why bother barging in?"
"They don't eat what we eat. We mustn't waste such good things!"
"Exactly, we should eat...!"
Lou Zhi sat on the bed with a sulking face, complaining for a while before picking up his bowl and started eating hungrily.
Guiguzi smoothed his graying beard and didn't say much. He approached Ying Feiyu and asked, "I wonder if the formations in the valley were broken by Young Master?"
"Are those ghost flames the ones you made people pretend to be?"
Ying Feiyu did not answer but instead asked back.
"Pfft..."
"Cough cough..."
This question scared several disciples, causing them to spit out the food they had just eaten.
What did this kid just call his master?
Old man?
Did he hear it wrong?
Even if this kid is a noble, he shouldn't disrespect his master like that!
Even if the emperor of Great Qin comes, he should show respect to his master, but this kid has been impolite since he walked in.
Now even the old men are here, and the master isn't angry?
"Haha! That's right, indeed it was I who sent my disciples to impersonate, hoping to persuade the young master and others to give up!"
The old man showed no signs of anger at all, nodded and admitted with a smile.
"That formation was indeed broken by me!"
After the old man admitted it, the little boy also nodded naturally.
"Hiss..."
The disciples, who had just recovered from the previous shock, took another breath of cold air and all looked at Ying Feiyu.
How did a child manage to break through a formation that had remained unbroken for decades?
The old man seemed somewhat excited and hurriedly asked, "May I ask how the young master solved the formation?"
"Those strange stones at the fork in the road, right? This young master understood them with just a glance!"
The little boy, fidgeting with his feet, wanted to see if Wang had returned, answered the old man absentmindedly.
Fucking hell, Versailles, naked Versailles!
The corner of the disciples’ mouths twitched.
No one has been able to break the formation for decades, but this kid just glanced at it and broke the formation?
"Old man, you really should or shouldn't say it, your formation is really powerful. One wrong step, and there is no turning back...!"
After seeing the figures of Wang Li and others, Little Shota walked into the yard and said, "It's a pity that they couldn't trap me, just a tiny bit!"
Immediately, Little Shota revealed his thoughts on breaking the formation at that time and took out the delicate compass.
His words truly shocked the few junior disciples in the room, who unconsciously followed him and walked behind the master.
Ghosts Valley cautiously picked up the compass, and the disciples also gathered around.
Gaze intently at the small pointer as it rotates back and forth, finally landing accurately on due south!
"Amazing! It's truly amazing!"
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