After all, it seems that everything is prepared for business.

When Zhou Dong walked into this courtyard, he smelled the aroma of fried sauce.

The fresh and salty nose makes people feel very appetizing. It is already around 4 pm. It seems that the merchant has prepared a chef for him. This chef is also quite interesting. He did not prepare any big fish and meat, but the very classic old Kyoto fried noodles.

"Yes, I used aged noodle sauce, at least three years old, with white hair and a sour taste.

This sauce must be made with enough oil, preferably one-third of the sesame oil and soybean oil. Fry it up quickly, then turn to the slow heat and stir-fry it slowly until the oil is sucked into the sauce and reaches the point where the oil is not distinguished.

Wait, this sauce is more than three or five years? It actually..."

With Zhou Dong's knowledge, his eyes lit up. He drooled by the fried sauce made with old sauce, and his stomach started to rumble. Without thinking about it, he directly told the words of Shang Qingxiong to teach him. He was like a stupid and stupid stick.

"I'll go, Lao Zhou, do you want to be so straightforward?"

Shang Qingxiong widened his eyes and looked at Zhou Dong, thinking that you have turned a corner at least, how could you give me this way? I'm so cheating!

Chun Bo was also stunned. He looked at Zhou Dong and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I understand what Chef Zhou means. I guess these words were taught by Qingxiong, right?"

Shang Qingxiong waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother Chun, why do you think this way? Do you think I am such a person?"

"You kid don't have to be sloppy, and Chun Bo doesn't care whether you mean it or not.

Your grandfather said that he has been busy in recent days and has not had time to meet Chef Zhou. These days I will let you stay in this yard with Chef Zhou and take him to see more Kyoto style..."

Shang Qingxiong was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, I originally didn't like to do such things to accompany others, but since it was my grandfather's instructions, I could only let it go."

"You boy..."

Chun Bo glared at him, turned his head and said to Zhou Dong: "Time is in a hurry, and the merchants have always lived a frugal life, but they have not prepared any big fish and meat for Chef Zhou.

Today I prepared the fried noodles from Old Kyoto for you. It’s a bit simpler. Let’s fill your stomach first?”

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Bo Chun, you are too demanding. If the fried noodles made by Lao Baikan for thirty years are still called simple, then is there any so-called delicacies in this world?"

"Haha, I am worthy of being the King of Zhou Noodles. My old Xing knew that my fried noodles were made for the King of Zhou Noodles. That would be a sword given to the hero.

But, I just want to ask King Zhou’s Neighborhood for a question, how did you know that I have had thirty years of experience in a white case? This is so strange."

As he spoke, a fat man with a white skirt tied in his waist came out of the kitchenette of the west wing.

The hair color faintly revealed under the kitchen hat should be in his forties or fifties, but it is hard to tell whether it is forty or fifty, because the face is rounded by fat, without a trace of wrinkles, and the wind and frost of time are not clear.

"Xing Daoming, a white korean in Kyoto, has long been revered to the name of the King of Zhou."

The fat man smiled, his face full of closeness.

To be honest, when Zhou Dong first received the title of King of Face, he was actually very dissatisfied. He thought about going to Chu Du to compete with this "younger" to develop skills.

But Zhou Dong's various actions later amaze him. Not only did he win the international gold medal with his background as a white council, he could even get the eyes of Cang Yanshan if he brewed any wine? Not to mention that Ling Zhenfeng went to Chudu and when he came back, he grandly recommended Zhou Dong to the superiors.

When did a chef from Huaxia Baike achieve such honors?

Xing Daoming didn't feel a little worried about this young man, but this young man became the leader of the National Yanbai Case when he came, which made him a little sour. He thought of asking Zhou Dong for a small question. Now it seems that he is not stumped by him...

Chun Bo smiled and said, "Master Xing is also a member of the National Yanbai Case Group. Speaking of which, he is still your subordinate of Chef Zhou.

Master Xing had also served the old man before. I heard that Chef Zhou was coming today, so he volunteered to make a pot of fried noodles for you, haha.”

Zhou Dongxin felt something and looked at Xing Daoming thoughtfully: "Master Xing is so polite. How can I feel embarrassed about this?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome. The King of Zhou is the pride of our people in the Bai Case. Am I supposed to do this?"

Xing Daoming smiled and said, "You haven't answered me yet. How could you tell that I have had more than 30 years of experience in the white case?"

Zhou Dong said: "If you want to say I was guessing, Master Xing, do you believe it?"

"If you say that, I have to believe it, but I know that's not the case."

"Haha, then I'll just say it."

Zhou Dong thought for a while and said, "At first I smelled the aroma of fried sauce. I initially judged that it was an old sauce that had been more than three years old, but just now, I smelled it carefully again."

"How about it?"

"Haha, it's more than three years...

The sauce has a strong and sour flavor, which is a taste that will only be fermented after being fully placed. The climate of Kyoto is dry and it is the easiest to make sauce. However, to achieve this effect, it cannot be achieved in three or five years or even ten or eight years.

I heard that in the late Qing Dynasty, eunuchs in the palace made 'fire-proof sauce'.

The sauce can be said to be a rude result. The best ones were forgotten by the eunuchs in the fireproof tank. Later, they were discovered by the Revolutionary Army. No one can tell the truth.

Later, some experts judged that it was more than five years, and some even judged that it had been ten years, but in fact it was not. It was impossible to give birth to half a foot thick white hair without even thinking about it for twenty years!”

Zhou Dong looked at Xing Daoming and said, "If you make and preserve it properly, it is not impossible to achieve the old sauce that has been more than twenty years old, but this sauce is not good for everyone. When frying the sauce, you must use a large pot of oil and a large spoon to churn. The skill on this pot and spoon alone can't be thought of without 20 or 30 years of practice. If it cannot be fryed thoroughly, this sour fragrance cannot be produced!

Also, for such a long-term big sauce, it is necessary for the people who make the sauce to pay attention to it at all times to properly preserve it. The fireproof sauce that the eunuchs have forgotten is just an isolated case. If it is not discovered at the right time, it will be useless.

It can be seen that this sauce is made by Master Xing yourself for many years!

I have also combined various information and guessed for thirty years. Now I see, did I really guess it right?"

"Good guy..." Xing Daoming was stunned. He looked at Zhou Dong for a long time and finally sighed: "Okay! He is worthy of being the King of Zhou! Old Xing was a little dissatisfied, but now he is really convinced. You are awesome!"

Shang Qingxiong almost vomited when he heard it, and couldn't help asking, "Old Zhou, Master Xing, are you kidding?"

Thirty years of sauce, can you still eat it? Vomit..."

Zhou Dong and Xing Daoming ignored him, you are just a stick! Thirty years of noodles sauce can’t be eaten just by wanting it. It’s called the king of sauce! It’s a blessing for ordinary people to smell it!

Zhou Dong looked at Shang Qingxiong: "If you don't like to eat, what will you belong to me when you look back?"

"No, I'm not stupid. Lao Zhou, how could I let go of the good thing you want to swallow?

I've tried my best. Not to mention thirty years, I dare to eat even if I have been fifty years!"

"Haha, Chef Zhou, please sit here. I'll bring you the sauce and noodles."

Xing Dao understood Shang Qingxiong's eyes and thought to himself that you really dare to say that I would be willing to take out the 50-year-old big sauce for you to eat?
Chapter completed!