The way of the saint is no different from the daily use of the common people!

Hearing this, Yun Zhongzi fell silent suddenly, staring at Di Xin closely, his expression changing in the depths of his eyes.

The meaning of this sentence is very simple, that is, only things that are suitable for the use of the people and the human race can be regarded as the true principles of the holy way.

Combined with what Yun Zhongzi said just now, it is that only utensils suitable for the daily use of common people and human races can be truly Taoist objects.

Undoubtedly, this sentence from the Ming Dynasty Taizhou School of Confucian Wang Gen is not very applicable to this ancient era when saints were superior and everyone below the saints was ants. However, if this sentence was said to the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao,

Or Jiejiao Shitianjun, they will definitely sneer, and even take action to make Di Xin understand what it means that all saints are lackeys, but for Yun Zhongzi, who can really consider the life and death of mortals and cannot bear the loss of life, but

It's a huge impact.

In the past, he had been refining magic weapons in pursuit of powerful power, trying to refine magic weapons that surpassed those of the copyists. However, he had never thought about the benefits that the magic weapons he refined could bring to the world.

.

Di Xin's words at this moment made him feel that he had realized a brand new idea.

"Hahaha, Xiao Wang just said it casually, senior, don't worry about it, let's go, I happen to have a little gadget, senior, I'll take you to see it!"

Di Xin knew very well that with his current status and cultivation, he could only give Yun Zhongzi some insights at most, and it was impossible to pull him to his side all at once and hug the No. 1 interpreter of teaching tightly.

Fu Jinxian smiled and slapped his thigh, pulled Yun Zhongzi, and continued walking towards the palace.

When Yun Zhongzi heard this, he no longer persisted in his previous intention of leaving after offering the sword. He wanted to see what Di Xin had figured out.

"How prepared are you?!"

After entering the palace, Di Xin glanced at the few maids and said in a deep voice.

"We have all prepared the pork, caramel, pepper, onions, and ginger in accordance with the king's instructions."

Upon hearing this, the little maids immediately bowed respectfully to Emperor Xin and said:

Di Xin nodded, then looked at Yun Zhongzi and said with a smile: "Senior, please wait a moment to do this, but it will take some effort."

"It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time." Yun Zhongzi heard that these things mentioned by the little palace maid were all kitchen supplies, and he couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to know what kind of daily necessities Di Xin had invented.

things.

When Di Xin heard this, he felt relieved, and then brought Yun Zhongzi to the kitchen. He looked at the pot table set up and nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he blanched a lot of cut wild boar meat, mixed with ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns. After all, the wild boar meat now has a strong fishy smell. If it is not blanched, it will be really bad.

It's not that easy to suppress.

I didn’t expect that this guy, even though he was a king, was so proficient in these cooking matters!

Yun Zhongzi looked at Di Xin's familiar movements and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

But, how did he know that Di Xin, as a single person living alone in his previous life, was naturally very good at cooking and other things.

It's a pity that at that time, he had always heard that to tie a woman's heart, you have to tie a woman's stomach. It's a pity that he had practiced good cooking skills, but he couldn't find the woman he wanted to tie.

I wonder if this time, I can tie down the stomach and heart of the mighty Yun Zhongzi!

Immediately, Di Xin took out a dark, semi-circular, pit-like vessel, but its surface was densely covered with beating marks and was oily, and placed it on the burning stove.

Yun Zhongzi stared at the dark thing with confusion in his eyes. This thing was different from any kind of kitchen utensils he had seen in the past.

"This thing, I call it a pot, can be fried, fried, stewed, and one thing can solve everything." Di Xin saw the confusion in Yun Zhongzi's eyes, explained with a smile, and then took a spoonful

Pour the lard into the pot, wait until the oil melts, then add the caramel, and stir-fry the brown sugar color.

"Zi la..."

Immediately afterwards, Di Xin poured the blanched pork into the pot with seasonings such as onions, ginger, and Sichuan peppercorns. Then, he took the spatula he had created at the same time and quickly stir-fried.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

"This taste... so different... but so fragrant..."

In an instant, the aroma of fat mixed with caramel and the aroma of fried seasonings immediately spread along the iron pot in all directions. The strong aroma made Yun Zhongzi unable to hold back for a while.

I was in a daze, staring blankly at these quickly stir-fried pieces of meat in the pot.

Not so, in addition to the tangy aroma, he also discovered that, as Di Xin said, this vessel called a pot is indeed a good daily utensil for the common people. Not only can many cooking methods be integrated, but also the

The taste of it is far better than that of cauldron, tripod, steamer...

At this time, Di Xin stir-fried for a while. When the pork fat appeared, he added a ladle of boiling water. When it boiled, he turned down the heat, then picked up the matching pine pot lid and covered it.

"Wild boar is not easy to stew. It needs to be simmered for an hour or two..."

After Di Xin finished everything, he saw Yun Zhongzi next to him looking at him with a confused face, and smiled.

"Then it's a bit slow to cook with food." Yun Zhongzi nodded, and then shook his head.

"This is just an example. When I finish this dish and make another one, senior you will know what to do..." Di Xin chuckled and shook his head, followed closely, his eyes flickered for a moment, looked at Yun Zhongzi, and smiled

Said: "However, there is a way. I can't do it, but you can, senior."

"Huh?" Yun Zhongzi was startled, looked at Di Xin in confusion, and said.

"Senior, you can try to put part of the pressure on this iron pot, but you have to control it well and don't collapse the pot and the stove. This way, it will be faster and more delicious!" Di Xin chuckled.

, Xiang Yunzhongzi said.

"If you dare to lie to me, be careful of your lone crutch!"

Yun Zhongzi was very curious about all this, so naturally he would not resist anything. After hearing this, he carefully used the secret method and put the pressure on the iron pot.

Sure enough, this prehistoric version of the pressure cooker showed results. After a while, the buzzing sound inside the pot immediately became denser, and at the same time, the rich aroma of the Shenxian brand braised pork also began to radiate outwards.

After repeating this for a while, Di Xin asked Yun Zhongzi to reduce the pressure. When the pressure in the pot dissipated, Di Xin opened the lid and began to collect the juice.

"this……"

"Gudu... Gudu..."

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard in the venue. Not only Yun Zhongzi, but also the little palace maids around them all stared directly at the pieces in the iron pot.

The braised pork was oily, shiny, red, and trembling, exuding a fragrant aroma. The saliva flowed out along the eyes.

Especially at the end of the seasoning, the thick sauce-colored Shenxian Braised Pork shone with a crystal luster, making Yun Zhongzi and all the little palace ladies unable to sit still.

"When can it be used?"

At this moment, Yun Zhongzi, although he tried his best to maintain his demeanor as a Taoist master, his eyes could not leave the pot for even a moment, and his words were even more unclear. He had no choice but to drool.

Too dense.

Even at this moment, he couldn't even sit still. He put his hands behind his back and walked around in place, but his eyes were always firmly fixed on the iron pot.

It's not that the Fortune Golden Immortal is too shallow, it's just that the prehistoric times are too bitter and cold. Even if he is the second generation of interpreters, he has never seen such a feeling.

"alright."

Di Xin chuckled, then put the Immortal Braised Pork into a pottery cauldron, placed it on the charcoal fire, and simmered it slowly to maintain the temperature.

Immediately afterwards, he asked the palace maid to wash the iron pot, beat a few wild eggs, and added some shredded green onions. He stir-fried three times, five and two, and fried a plate of white, green and yellow. If it weren't for the fragrance, it would be delicious.

It doesn’t look like food, it looks like art!

However, as Di Xin said before, the speed of cooking is indeed extremely fast, far better than roasting and stewing a hundred times!

Thousands of years of prehistoric times have been lived in vain!

Yun Zhongzi looked at Di Xin's movements like flowing clouds and flowing water, his eyes were straight, and an idea suddenly came into his mind.

"Senior Yun Zhongzi, let me show you how to eat this braised pork."

Di Xin looked at Yun Zhongzi's appearance, turned his eyes, and chuckled.

Yun Zhongzi was naturally impatient and nodded repeatedly.

Di Xin chuckled lightly, picked up a piece of braised pork, knocked it with his teeth, and put it into his mouth. Immediately, he looked at Yun Zhongzi with a smile and said: "Senior, have you learned it? Why don't I show it to you again...

…”

[Negative emotional value from Yun Neutron, +1000, cumulative value 33767...]

"Asshole!"
Chapter completed!