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Hearing Li Wenquan's words, Feng Zhu was slightly silent for a while.

Li Wenquan seemed to have noticed that Feng Zhu was in a bad mood, and laughed and said, "Okay, after you reopen the restaurant, you must tell me that I will support you at that time. As for the piglet matter, just wrap it up with me."

"Well, I'll bother Uncle Li. By the way, in addition to the three piglets, I also need a living black pig that is a year old."

"Okay, no problem." Li Wenquan clamped the cigarette in his mouth with his fingers, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet, and nodded happily.

The old man used to raise pigs only. Compared with white pigs, the meat quality of black pigs is tighter, the lean meat rate is higher, and the meat taste is richer. More importantly, the inheritance of the sealed dishes is quite long, and many dishes can only be prepared with local black pork.

However, black pork is much more expensive than white pork now. Just buying one big, three small and four black pigs cost Feng Zhu 10,000 yuan.

Fortunately, the old man left Feng Zhu with assets that were enough to allow him to live a peaceful life before leaving. Otherwise, let alone buying pigs now, even the ingredients needed for his daily practice may not be able to afford it.

After confirming the matter about the piglet, Feng Zhu and Li Wenquan chatted for a few more times, and then left the pork stall.

Looking at Feng Zhu's back as he left, Li Wenquan suddenly didn't know what he remembered. He couldn't help swallowing and muttered, "Old Master Feng's food! I haven't eaten it for a long time. I don't know how much skill this kid has inherited. If only he could get five points, don't smash Mr. Feng's signature!"

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Li Wenquan's later muttering, Feng Zhu naturally didn't hear it. After leaving the pork stall, he bought a lot of practice ingredients nearby, so he rode the small electric donkey home.

After returning to the courtyard, Feng Zhu first cleaned up the pigpen in the front of the backyard. Li Wenquan was very efficient and probably would be able to send the piglets tomorrow. He had to prepare in advance.

After finishing, seal it back to the kitchen and continue practicing basic skills.

After the ingredients were consumed again, Feng Zhu laid some dumplings and took the side dishes that had just been fried to dinner, then returned to the room and continued to try to practice "internal strength".

The day passed quietly.

The next morning, Feng Zhu was just about to go out to buy ingredients when he saw Li Wenquan parked in front of the courtyard gate.

With a slam, Li Wenquan pulled his face and shouted to Feng Zhu in a loud voice: "Xiao Feng, come and see the piglets I have chosen for you."

While speaking, Li Wenquan walked to the cargo compartment in the rear car and opened the cargo compartment door with a creaking sound.

Feng Zhu walked over and looked into the cargo compartment. When he saw a big, three, four-sized black pig inside, he raised his eyebrows.

I have to say that it is really not for nothing that Li Wenquan has sold pork for so many years.

Although Feng Zhu couldn't see the pig's quality, he could look at the ingredients! Just the four black pigs in the cargo compartment, if not mentioned else, they can definitely be called high-quality if they are used as ingredients.

After praising Li Wenquan's vision, Feng Zhu drove the four pigs to the pigpen in the backyard with the help of Li Wenquan, and then transferred the money to Li Wenquan to clear the money and goods.

After Li Wenquan left, Feng Zhu poured the dishes he had practiced yesterday from the kitchen into the pig's trough. The three little piglets are still small now, but the big black pig eats more, which is why Feng Zhu bought it specifically.

After getting through the piglets, Feng Zhu continued to go to the farmers' market to buy ingredients and come back to practice.

He happened to graduate from his senior year this year and his thesis has passed the tutor's review in advance. Now he is only short of the final defense to graduate successfully, so Feng Zhu has plenty of time to practice cooking skills now.

Practice cooking during the day and practice internal strength at night.

Feng Zhu is now living every day very fulfilling. Even because he is too intoxicated, in just a few days, Feng Zhu actually felt like he was a different life.

It was not until the fourth day of Feng Zhu's "settlement" that his life was finally broken by a message.

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Writing on behalf of others: "The paper is completed."

Writing: "(file·pdf)·to be received"

Bamboo: "Okay."

Bamboo: "(file·pdf)·received"

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After Feng Zhu received the paper, he opened it and took a few glances. The paper was indeed in accordance with his requirements. The content was very rough and very rough, so rough that except for a catalog, an abstract at the beginning and a summary at the end, there was basically only data left.

However, what he needed was this data, so Feng Zhu was not too confused.

Feng Zhu first glanced at the DNA structure extracted. There was basically no big problem. It could rule out the possibility of gene mutant organisms. The component analysis table could not see too much abnormality, but the nutritional component index was quite high.

The person who wrote this paper also gave his own judgment below: the phylum of Arthropods, Crustaceae, Decapodae, and Celazaceae.

I have to say.

This guy who wrote the papers is really capable. Although he has not yet guessed the identity of "crawfish", he is quite close.

After getting the result, Feng Zhu was both expected but also a little disappointed.

After all, he spent more than a thousand tests at the beginning, but he didn't just want to test these things...

However, these thoughts just flashed through Feng Zhu's heart, just to spend more than a thousand to buy a very large "crawfish". In general, this wave is not a loss.

He put his phone in his pocket and Feng Zhu stepped up to the second floor.

It’s delicious and delicious to offer the lobster so many days, and now it’s time for it to devote itself to its body.

However, before cooking this "crawfish", Feng Zhu needed a recipe. After all, this thing is different from the small stir-fry he usually practices. If there is no suitable recipe, it is better to eat it raw.

After going up the second floor, Feng Zhu walked all the way until he arrived at the door of a room at the deepest point that he stopped.

Looking at the quaint and dilapidated wooden door in front of him, Feng Zhu's eyes gradually became complicated, hesitating and hesitating, but soon became firm.

Take a deep breath.

Feng Zhu finally slowly stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door in front of him that had been closed for five years...
Chapter completed!