"This is a breed bred from domestic pigs and wild boars. Only the third generation of meat is taken. This kind of meat has the richest aroma and the best taste."

Professor Shen smacked his lips and once again expressed his appreciation for the Chinese people's talent in eating.

Director Fox said nothing, lowered his head and showed off the chicken and mushrooms.

As a famous Northeastern dish, Zhang Bei uses the best ingredients he can find.

Now that we’ve introduced chicken, let’s talk about mushrooms. These are the first and tenderest mushrooms that Lao Ma picks every autumn.

He directly dug out the tenderest roots of this batch of mushrooms and cultivated them.

Just take it one autumn, and when it regenerates next year, it will have more of a farmed flavor and lose the unique deliciousness of game.

The batch of mushrooms Zhang Bei bought was the first batch picked by Lao Ma every year, and they were preserved through ancient methods.

"Is it tasty?"

Director Hu nodded one after another when he heard Zhang Bei's voice.

“It’s delicious. I’ve never tasted such delicious mushrooms and chicken.”

"Then have a drink!"

Zhang Bei raised his wine glass and looked at Director Hu with a bright smile.

Director Hu's face froze, but he had a short mouth after all, so he picked up the cup and had a drink with Zhang Bei.

But as the medicinal wine entered his throat, Director Hu's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's not like he has never drank good wine before, but the taste of this medicinal wine is obviously a little different.

With a strong herbal aroma, the first feeling in the mouth is not spicy, but slightly sweet.

Immediately afterwards, the strong aroma unique to liquor burst out and filled the entire mouth.

Warmth flow entered his stomach, making Director Hu couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth.

With a smile in his eyes, Zhang Bei picked up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.

After Director Hu took a bite of the sauerkraut and blood sausage, he stretched his chopsticks towards the cold fungus.

I don’t know anything else, but this fungus looks like it’s completely wild.

It definitely tastes good!

The trembling fungus was much larger than expected. The sweetness of honey mixed with the aroma of the fungus after the rain made Director Hu's already small eyes squint.

"You fungus?"

"After it rains, go to the mountains to pick them when the sun is not out. Even after they are dried in the sun, they will retain most of their aroma."

"Where's this honey?"

"Royal jelly can only be produced in limited quantities a year, so it's something that even if you have money you can't buy it."

Listening to Zhang Bei's introduction, Director Hu had a deeper understanding of the dishes on this table.

Just after the questions were asked, who would have thought that Zhang Bei picked up the wine glass again.

"Take a sip for royal jelly's sake!"

…

Professor Shen was extremely satisfied with this meal. It was rare for someone at his age to be able to eat so much.

Today's meal is enough to last for two days.

As for Director Fox...

After drinking a big beer mug of white wine, I couldn't hold it in anymore and fell asleep.

Zhang Bei tidied up the battlefield and helped Professor Shen to the guest room.

"How about you, old man? If you're not used to it, tell me."

"No, I think it's fine. You can go take care of Xiaoliang."

Zhang Bei nodded, closed the door and then walked to the living room.

Director Fox slept soundly, muttering about water monkey from time to time.

Zhang Bei put the Tibetan fox on his shoulders with all his strength, and had to say with emotion: So fat!

After settling Director Hu, Zhang Bei fell asleep early in the morning.

Drinking some medicinal wine on a rainy day and then sleeping for a full eight hours is simply unimaginably refreshing!

The next day, when it was bright and clear, Zhang Bei cooked a pot of white porridge and fried two vegetarian vegetables.

White porridge is not porridge, it is completely different from what is made daily in a rice cooker at home.

Porridge is stewed with rice and water and can be eaten in about half an hour.

White porridge needs to be simmered with prepared stock until the cooked rice oil and stock are fully integrated.

After all, what I ate last night was too greasy, so eating something lighter this morning can clear my stomach.

Director Hu woke up to the smell of vegetables, rubbed his still dizzy brain, and looked around in confusion.

The memories of last night came flooding back, making the Tibetan fox quite silent.

He usually only drinks two ounces, but last night he drank two kilograms without knowing it.

Fortunately, they were all medicinal wine. If they were blended, he would have had a headache for at least the whole day today.

After briefly washing up, Director Hu yawned and walked down the stairs.

Zhang Beizheng poured a red liquid into the cup.

Professor Shen also held on to the railing and stuck his head out from behind Director Hu.

"Xiao Bei got up very early!"

"Well, when I run mountains, I usually leave at dawn. I have become accustomed to it after such a long time."

Director Hu smacked his lips, sat at the dining table, looked at the liquid in the cup and got closer to smell it.

"What's this?"

"A kind of juice I made myself, perfect for drinking in the morning."

Breakfast was opened in a moment. Director Hu tasted the juice in the cup and was immediately attracted by the rich fruity aroma.

Zhang Bei drank the porridge and his eyes turned on Professor Shen for a moment.

"Can you tell me about your health problem?"

Professor Shen secretly took a bite of pickles.

"It's just that I burrowed too much into the old woods when I was young. It's all a disease of the elderly."

"It's just overwork, right?"

"Yes, it's no big problem. You should eat and drink as you should."

Zhang Bei thought for a moment, then took out a pack of medicinal materials from the drawer on the side and placed it in front of Director Hu.

"After dinner, you put this medicinal ingredient in a casserole and boil it. Boil five bowls of water into one bowl. The heat must be low."

Director Hu nodded, looked at the medicinal materials packed in cloth bags and got closer to smell them.

"What is all this?"

"It's an old prescription. If you're interested, I can write it to you, but the medicinal ingredients in it are hard to find."

After hearing this, Professor Shen also became interested: "Can you tell me something?"

Zhang Bei thought for a moment: "The main ingredient is 200-year-old wild ginseng, the ingredient is five-year-old immortal grass, and the auxiliary ingredients are combined with four unique medicinal materials from Changbai Mountain. Basically, they need to be more than three years old to be effective. "

After hearing Zhang Bei's words, Professor Shen's eyes were full of complexity.

Not to mention other things, the value of two hundred years of ginseng alone is unknown.

"Xiao Bei, this is too expensive!"

"It's nothing to me. If you feel sorry for me, just stay here for a few more days and let me learn zoology from you."

Professor Shen has lived for so many years. Although he is not an academician, he has made many achievements, large and small.

I have seen too many people of all kinds who want to borrow his reputation, who want to use his connections to gain academic qualifications.

But he could sense from Zhang Bei the deep-seated humility of the Chinese people.

This kind of sincerity and desire for knowledge can never be faked.

Professor Shen glanced at the medicinal materials on the table, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!