Author: Ging Le

When Gu Jingzhao thought of this, he couldn't help but feel pity for Aning. This child's life was really miserable. He suffered the same fate as himself. He was almost killed by a cook with no professional ethics.

However, Aning is lucky.

The day after the original owner brought him back, he was infected with the epidemic. He howled in bed for three days, but finally couldn't survive. Bang, he was gone.

Then, he replaced the inner core.

Gu Jingzhao opened his eyes and looked at the thin and thin boy in front of him. Thirteen or fourteen years old was the age when he was growing up. It was pitiful that he had been abused like this by his original owner.

Jing Zhao secretly swore: Good boy! Don’t worry. One day when I’m here with you, I will never let you suffer the poison of dark cuisine again!

Aning shuddered, inexplicably feeling that Gu Jingzhao's eyes were... so fierce!

Jing Zhao struggled to swallow the nauseating smell of stinky acidic foot washing water in his mouth. He stood up and walked around, grabbed a few unknown tree roots and put them in his mouth to chew. After being soaked with saliva, he chewed out

A slightly sweet and refreshing taste.

While Jing Zhao looked at the house, he came out of the bedroom in the backyard. Opposite was the kitchen. There was a small doorway next to the kitchen. He passed through and there were three or four old elm tables in the front room. There was a layer of black ash on the tables, and there was no room.

It can be seen that this restaurant has not been opened for a long time.

There is also a small bag of wheat, a piece of pork, a few vegetables of unknown variety in the kitchen, and a bronze cauldron filled with black and sour soup. Come to think of it, the foot-washing water that Aning fed himself just now came from here!

Jing Zhao really couldn't see it and closed the lid silently. He was thinking about how to run the shop again. According to the current situation, not to mention the good reviews, there were not even any diners.

The pit left by the original owner was really too big. When Shang Shi Ji was mentioned, everyone changed their minds when they heard about it, and they would not even take a step through the door.

"Gu Hei, I'm hungry." Aning's voice was clear and light, and there seemed to be a touch of dissatisfaction with him in his tone.

Jing Zhao came to his senses and said, "Oh oh oh, just wait a moment and I will cook for you."

"Yes." The young man squatted on the threshold of the kitchen door with a straw stalk he got from somewhere in his mouth, looking up at the sky, with a hint of confusion in his clear eyes.

Jing Zhao looked at the things on the chopping board and thought for a moment, gray noodles, pork... Then let's make his best ravioli!

The system just gave him a rolling pin in the newbie gift package, which came in handy right now.

Jing Zhao cleaned the kitchen once and looked at the rows of bronzes, tripods, cauldrons, zeng, li, yan, and gui. [Note: They are all cooking utensils.

】, everything you need. If so many bronzes could be brought back to modern times, they would be able to achieve a class leap in an instant.

Jing Zhao swallowed his saliva as he watched. He hated that there were so many treasures that he could only look at and not take away.

He wiped the table where the dishes were placed, cleaned all the cabinets and bowls, and dumped the pot of dark food left by the original owner of the cauldron. Jing Zhao moved the bronze cauldron, hiss! It didn't move.

He tried his best to lift it but it still didn't move!

No wonder bronze pots have been eliminated. In the pre-Qin period, these things relied on pouring techniques. The vessels made were all solid, and any one weighed dozens of kilograms. Therefore, Xiang Yu’s tripod was called the Great Ding.

This is where the strongman comes from.

Such a heavy thing would cost him his life if he, a modern social animal who had to gasp for air even if he walked a few steps, had to carry such a heavy thing!

Thinking of this, Jing Zhao selectively ignored the cauldron. Fortunately, the original owner left more than one cauldron, so he could use the others for cooking.

Jing Zhao brought some firewood and lit a fire on the three-united kettle. Then he placed a cauldron on each kettle, added water, put the chopsticks and tableware in it, boiled it with boiling water, and sterilized it at high temperature.

As for the spoiled vegetables, the moldy chopping board, and the two dark, hard and smelly rags, throw them all away.

Jing Zhao worked for an hour and finally tidied up the kitchen.

Aning sighed and turned around: "Gu Hei, I'm going to starve to death."

Jing Zhao: Well... the kitchen was too dirty just now, and he really couldn't do it unless he cleaned it up.

"Wait a little longer! I'll throw away this garbage and come back to cook."

Seeing that he was out of breath from his work and with a lot of sweat on his pale face, Aning turned his hand and stretched it up in front of Jing Zhao.

"What?" Jing Zhao was confused.

"Trash." Aning lazily raised his eyelids, "I'll throw it away."

Aning grabbed the heavy pile of scraps from his hands, held it in his arms, turned around and walked out the door.

Jing Zhao looked at the back of the skinny boy, laughed and shook his head: This little brat... is quite cold!

Jing Zhao filtered a small half bag of wheat into the wheat husk, used a stone mill to twist it into flour, mixed it with water and started kneading the dough. When the dough was ready to rest, he started to chop the meat filling.

The smell of pork is very strong, so you must put a little onion and ginger water or cooking wine in the meat filling to suppress the smell of meat. In this era, if you want cooking wine, it is just a dream, but onion and ginger... Jing Zhao searched from the ceiling to the floor and couldn't find anything.

.Not only is there no green onion and ginger, it seems...even the most common seasoning, salt, is not seen.

Jing Zhao is not familiar with history, but it’s not like the mighty Qin Empire would be without salt! Then Qin Shihuang doesn’t think he is dull?!

Jing Zhao chopped the minced meat, and Aning happened to be back.

As soon as Aning entered the door, he saw Jing Zhao standing in the kitchen as if he had lost his soul. He knew that nothing good would happen next! The last time Gu Jingzhao showed this expression, he ate a pot of sour and smelly stew leaves.

;The last time, the cow ate stewed vole meat with undigested grass in its stomach.

He is not picky about his food, as long as he eats it until he dies. If he endures such unpleasant things, he will eventually get used to it. This is what Aning thought.

He was not surprised, so he folded his hands and was about to walk out of the kitchen. But Jing Zhao stopped him.

"Do you know where the salt is?" Jing Zhao asked tentatively, and quickly added: "I have had a severe fever these past two days and I can't remember it."

Aning glanced at the table and said "Huh".

"Where's the salt cloth and vinegar cloth?" He pointed over.

The entire table was empty and clean. All the garbage just now was cleared away by Jing Zhao.

"Cloth...?" Jing Zhao grasped the key point. Could it be that he was referring to the two smelly rags that were almost black just now?

Jing Zhao suddenly thought that something like this happened in history! A long time ago, when seasoning was still a rare commodity, ordinary people relied on cloth for seasoning!

Soak the cloth in salt water, and the salt cloth will come out. Soak the cloth in sour vinegar, and the vinegar cloth will come out. When cooking, put the cloth with different seasonings in the soup and boil it, and the soup will have a flavor.

The cloth is taken out and saved for cooking next time.

So...the two pieces he threw away just now were his condiments?!

Jing Zhao couldn't accept it anymore! Boil it, take it out, and then use it. Isn't it going to go rancid? No wonder the food made by the original owner is so hard to eat. It's sour and smelly. It can't be eaten by people!

[Ding, the system prompts the host to complete the first phase of the task as soon as possible to open the seasoning area. 】

The system suddenly sounded a prompt tone.

Jing Zhao: Ha! It’s a rubbish system. If you have the ability, give it to me now!

[Ding! Capturing the dissatisfaction of the host, this system follows the principle of high-quality service and issues a compensation gift package to the host: 50g of salt.]

Jing Zhao:......??
Chapter completed!