A house full of animals, big and small, doesn't smell better even if someone cleans it regularly!

Therefore, Mr. Tao did not intend to stay here longer. He pulled Zhang Jin and walked straight past the cages containing various birds, and came to stand in front of a cage containing four or five skinny sheep.

After Mr. Tao pointed at the sheep in the cage, he couldn't help but frowned and asked:

"Look, can these be used? If not, I'll think of another way!"

Although the four or five sheep in the cage have large frames, they are not only dirty, but also look very thin. They wish they could fall eight somersaults with just one breath, and they are teetering on the edge.

Judging from the sharp horns on their heads and the twisted incisors exposed on their grinning lips, and from their dragon-like postures that are almost unsteady, these sheep are all old sheep. And they are like that.

, even if you don't encounter a butcher's knife, you can't survive a few days of aging.

In the eyes of Mr. Tao, this kind of sheep would be burned directly even if it was killed. It could not be used as food or eaten. Therefore, Mr. Tao, who had never guessed Zhang Jin's request, couldn't help but ask.

However, in the eyes of Mr. Tao, these old goats are useless, but in Zhang Jin's eyes, they are quite satisfied.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Jin nodded to Mr. Tao with a smile and said:

"That's right, this is the kind of sheep I want. They are pastured, have never been gelding, are not sick, and have been breeding sheep for at least three years."

Mr. Tao, who was originally a little embarrassed because the ingredients he found didn't look good, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he noticed Zhang Jin's praise was not fake. He looked at Zhang Jin with a satisfied face in disbelief, and then

I looked back at these old sheep that were almost unable to walk and were so skinny that I couldn't help but ask in a surprised voice:

"Is this really this kind of sheep? This kind of sheep is impossible to eat!

Pasture-raised sheep are inherently smellier than those raised in captivity, and goat meat is inherently smellier than sheep meat. Old sheep are smellier than lambs and prime-age sheep. Rams are even smellier than ewes.

Shame. The rams used for breeding are more muttony than the rams that have been gelded.

The sheep you want is simply the smelliest.

Not to mention that this sheep is so old that the meat cannot be cooked until it is chewed. Even if it can bite, no one can stand the smell. Let me tell you, even if you are used to this level of smell,

Even the Mongolian and Tibetan herdsmen can't stand it! If you use star anise, pepper and other spices to press it down, the soup will be full of spices. No one will drink that kind of stuff."

Mr. Tao's rhetorical question was comparable to that of a tenor, with an expression that made him want to stare out his eyes. In the end, he only received a mysterious smile from Zhang Jin and a pretentious explanation:

"Spicy? The worst? Let me tell you the truth, what I want is the smell of mutton! And the smellier, the better! If it doesn't smell bad, I don't want it! As for the meat you always say you can't bite.

It’s a problem of moving? It doesn’t matter. If you can’t bite, just don’t bite! If you can’t eat meat, why can’t you drink soup?”

…

I was satisfied with seeing a few old sheep, and under the leadership of Mr. Tao, I looked at other "weird" ingredients that Zhang Jin requested, but Mr. Tao also couldn't understand them. Then I went to the kitchenware warehouse of the Beijing branch of "Yu Shanfang" to pick them out.

One foot is one meter and a half in diameter and one and a half meters high. It is the kind of large vat that is usually used to cook centuries-old soup. Zhang Jin’s preliminary work of preparing materials is now complete.

After everything was ready, Zhang Jin took these household items into a small kitchen that Mr. Tao specially set aside for him, and began to process the ingredients.

Mr. Tao also said hello and turned to leave.

Although Mr. Tao was a little confused by Zhang Jin's "unconventional" vision in selecting ingredients, and although the old man was very curious about what soup Zhang Jin was going to make with these inedible things, the old man understood that "you should treasure your own food". A hidden rule of China’s industry since ancient times.

This is not like when he competed with his masters and apprentices from Beijing over the home-cooked dish of 'sour pepper fish'. Zhang Jin obviously wanted to create a unique delicacy by using these weird ingredients.

There is a secret recipe, a secret, just like the "Coca-Cola Company" will not publish the recipe of Coca-Cola, just like "Quanjude" will not publish the secret method of roast duck, just like "Dong Laishun" will not publish the ingredients of the soup base...

Since ancient times, Chinese crafts have been passed down from master to apprentice, from father to son, and there are even many sayings like "passing on from son to daughter".

Therefore, Mr. Tao knew that when Zhang Jin used these weird things to make this dish, it was naturally not suitable for him to watch from the side.

More than an hour later, at nearly noon, Zhang Jin finally walked out of the dirty kitchen, found the 'dedicated' old man on Mr. Tao's own stove tomorrow, and pulled him over. Finally, he put on a flattering smile and said:

"Mr. Tao, I've finished the preliminary work, and now I've put the vat on the fire to cook. Ordinarily I should be watching over it, watching the fire and the pot.

But unfortunately, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I definitely don't have time to stay here. Do you think you could do me a favor and find a guy to look after me? If nothing else, my anger is very small, so If I want to boil a full tank of water, it will take until midnight anyway. I will definitely be able to get back before the water boils, and I won't be able to delay the next step of cutting the ingredients.

Just find someone to take a look at it from time to time to make sure the fire doesn't go out and don't let it get bigger."

Looking at the kid with a flattering smile in front of him, Mr. Tao felt a little helpless. This kid obviously didn't take this "culinary world" event as a big deal, and he was still deserting at this time.

But there was no other way. Since Zhang Jin had said so, Mr. Tao had to be unkind and could only nod his head in agreement. He did not forget to say:

"Xiao Zhang, let me find someone to help you look at the fire. That's no problem, but you have to watch the time. Don't take it for granted and delay it!"

"Okay, I promise, it will never delay anything, it will only be done in advance and not delayed!"

Seeing that the old man agreed, Zhang Jin immediately clapped his chest and promised, and then he playfully smiled and chatted with the other chefs who were 'participating' tomorrow and were busy working on their own stoves, then patted their butts and ran away.

Seeing Zhang Jin leaving, looking as if he had been released from prison, Mr. Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head. After washing the handles, he walked towards the kitchen where Zhang Jin was holding a large vat.

…

Mr. Tao has the demeanor of an ancient gentleman who "does things entrusted by others and is loyal to them." Since he accepted Zhang Jin's entrustment, he will definitely do what he says.

Because Mr. Tao started preparations long ago and is now fully prepared, he actually has a lot of free time.

Therefore, he did not find anyone to do it for him. He simply took on the tasks entrusted by Zhang Jin himself. Every hour or half an hour, he strolled to the kitchen that had been locked by him.

Take a look.

The first few times, Mr. Tao didn't notice anything. It seemed that neither the fire nor the vat had changed. After all, such a large vat weighed nearly a ton of water, and it was placed on a slow fire that Zhang Jin had adjusted.

Not to mention boiling, even if it heats up it doesn't take a while.

but……

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, after the big vat had been set on a low fire for six hours, when Mr. Tao came to the kitchen again an hour later, he had just opened the door and had not even stepped into the house.

Well, I almost rolled my eyes and passed away.

Then, as if he had been shot, Mr. Tao staggered seven or eight steps quickly with his legs crossed. He retreated to the other end of the corridor several meters away before he stopped. Then, he quickly opened the window with his hands and feet.

Lying on the bedside, he was breathing heavily and retching in waves.

But it turned out that the water in Zhang Jin's tank was finally hot. Although it was still far from the boiling point, steam had begun to emerge, and he lifted the lid every now and then to let out a little bit.

Just such a small amount of invisible steam filled the room with smell. Moreover, the smell was so unpleasant that it was not something normal people could bear. It was extremely irritating and sharp.

The ultimate mutton flavor.

Not to mention Mr. Tao, even the Mongolian herdsmen, Tibetan herdsmen, and Uighur herdsmen who live with this kind of smell every day, let alone Mr. Tao, can't stand it. Mr. Tao even thinks that the power of the smell may be able to

Comparable to banned chemical weapons - mustard gas!

Just based on this smell, even if it is used as a torture instrument in the torture room, it will not be lower than the danger level of the tiger bench and the burning head! At least, if Mr. Tao is tied up in the torture room, the tiger bench, the burning head, and the whip will be stained

If he were asked to choose between cold water or a sip of this soup, Mr. Tao would never choose the last one.

After taking a deep breath of the cool air outside the window for a while, Mr. Tao finally woke up from the violent 'blow'. His first thought was - Xiao Zhang's soup must have been messed up! There is no such smell.

People can swallow it, but no one has the guts to do so.

So Mr. Tao quickly dialed Zhang Jin's phone while retching.

At this time, Zhang Jin had already picked up some of his best friends and their families from Shenzhen City. When Mr. Tao called, he was holding a family banquet at home, exchanging cups and cups to entertain these foodies!

When the call was connected, Mr. Tao didn't care why the other end was so noisy and said angrily:

"Hey, Xiao Zhang? Come over here quickly. There may be something wrong with your tank. The house is filled with a foul smell that makes you want to kill people! What should I do?"

Here, Zhang Jin, who had a phone on his shoulder, touched the bowl with Xiao Fei, drank the full bowl of 'Famous General', and then poured it out to talk to Mr. Tao:

"It smells bad? Is it very smelly? Is it as exaggerated as you said 'it can kill people'?"
Chapter completed!