Holding a bright and sharp knife, he walked to the slaughtered cattle. The waiters on the side had already dispersed and took the initiative to prepare other things. Cook Ding glanced at the huge body of the cattle in front of him and slashed it down.
Whatever the hands touch, the shoulders lean on, the feet walk on, the knees stomp, the swords are straight and the swords are sharp, and the sound is all in the middle. Its sound is like the dance of "Sanglin", and it is quite in line with the "Sutra"
First meeting.
In just half a stick of incense, the huge cow body, which was more than six feet long, was completely separated from its bones and flesh. It was completely divided into pieces of meat and displayed on the table. Watching this, Cook Ding was very satisfied.
"Is the hot water ready?"
He waved over a busy guy not far away, put away the sword of inheritance in his hand, and asked eagerly.
"The boss is ready."
The guy nodded quickly.
"First take out the snacks I just made. Don't keep your distinguished guests waiting."
Cook Ding pointed to another steamer area in the courtyard. The snacks he had made before were ready to be baked under the fierce attack of both civil and military fires. He did not hesitate. Who knows what would happen if the evil star continued to wait.
"yes."
The man hurriedly went to carry out the task. As an outer disciple of the Mo family, he had been operating in an inn for several years. Suddenly he was chased by the Qi government. How could he not be frightened? However, seeing that the man in charge was still calm, everyone felt a little at ease.
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"Sir, is this what that stupid fat guy did?"
On the smooth table, four small baskets with a square foot radius each hold different snacks. The heat is rising, the fragrance of grains is permeating, and the spices embellished in it are added. The color is even more extraordinary, reflected by the sunlight outside the hall.
It shines with a different kind of brilliance.
Not to mention eating, it looks very appetizing. What's even more peculiar is that each of the snacks has a delicate shape. Recalling the rough figure of the previous boss, Yan Lingji, who was sitting quietly beside Zhou Qing, was a little surprised.
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Even Xiao Ling and Xiao Yi were looking at the exquisite snacks in the cage with great curiosity. Since coming down the mountain, they have stayed in the heaven and earth many times. Needless to say, the cooks there are definitely top-notch.
But when it comes to the starting point of the competition, it seems that this fat cook does have some strength. Although he is lavish and has a body like a strong farmer, his skills in his hands are really good.
"Can't a warrior with a weak body be able to display powerful and domineering Xuan Kung?"
"All methods in the world are common. The ancestors of Cook Ding and Taoist Zhuang Zhou once worked on the Analects of Confucius. Although they are not involved in spiritual practice, their sword skills are no less than top-notch Xuan Gong. Otherwise, how could Zhuang Zhou be famous?"
"Eat quickly and try this fat man's cooking."
The Tao is intangible, and the Great Way of Heaven and Earth is intangible. It is so wrong to talk about the Great Tao based on its appearance alone. However, the appearance of the man Pao Ding and his unique craftsmanship are indeed strange.
Yan Lingji and the others did not hesitate. Such exquisite snacks looked good, but they didn't know how they would taste. Xiu first took a pair of chopsticks and gently picked up a piece. Before they even took their mouth, they were greeted by a rich fragrance.
She sank into the red lips, chewed slowly, and narrowed her eyes in relief. Even the little girl on the side who had been sitting quietly lifted a corner of the veil and ate two pieces in a row.
"Well, they move quite quickly!"
Just as he was about to taste the craftsmanship of the most famous chef in Songhai, Zhou Qing's eyes suddenly glowed with a faint purple light. He raised his head slightly, ignoring all obstacles, and looked outside the inn.
As soon as he arrived, in front of the inn door, a group of five Confucian scholars wearing brocade robes appeared directly. The leader, whom he still recognized, stopped moving his hands and whispered in his mouth.
Since entering Songhai, under the control of powerful spiritual senses, he naturally knew that the traces of the four of them were all under the control of Confucianism. However, he did not expect that before the four of them went to Xiaoshengxian Manor, they found them first.
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"Are you from Confucianism?"
Sensing the words of the young master beside her, Yan Lingji also raised her beautiful eyebrows. Her spiritual sense spread, and she also noticed the unique aura of aura outside the inn. In Zhu Xia, that was the sign of a member of the Confucian family.
"Uncle Master, this is the Confucian Fu Nian we met in Chu State last year."
After a few breaths, the five Confucian people who stayed outside the inn adjusted their clothes. Mysterious light surged around their bodies, and their spirits were shaken. They stepped into the inn and entered between Xiao Ling and Xiao Yi.
Eyes are all bright.
The leader, whom they knew, was the Confucian Fu Nian they met in the Heaven and Earth in Yingdu, Chu State last year. At that time, their uncle had chatted with him for a long time and he thought highly of him.
"Confucian Fu Nian, together with his four senior brothers, have met senior Tianzong Xuan Qingzi!"
Zhao Xia Guan stands with her hair tied up, her eyebrows are handsome, and her eyes are full of spiritual light. She wears a light brown and light green inner coat, boots of virtue, a jade ring on her waist, a belt, and a silk ribbon that conforms to the etiquette.
He walked forward slowly, bowed his hands and said something, and the other four people behind him also followed the Confucian etiquette.
"Confucian Mao Heng has met senior Xuan Qingzi of Tianzong!"
This man was thin and small, dressed in a light gray brocade robe, with a calm expression. He followed Fu Nian and came forward to bow.
"Confucian Fuqiu Bo, I have met senior Xuan Qingzi of Tianzong!"
Although this man is a little older, he is still above Fu Nian. He is dressed in a light red brocade robe, with square eyebrows and a calm expression. His whole body appears majestic. He follows Fu Nian and comes forward to bow.
"Confucian Lu Jia has met senior Xuan Qingzi of Tianzong!"
This man has been crowned for several years, is wearing a light white brocade robe, and has a slightly stout figure. His eyes are quietly looking at the Taoist Tianzong Xuan Qingzi behind the case, and he has been blessed with etiquette and returned to his original state with a word.
"Confucian Zhang Cang has met senior Xuan Qingzi of Tianzong!"
This man's age is not obvious, and his body and posture are quite inconspicuous among the five people. He is not like Fu Nian's square and handsome, not like Lu Jia's long blessings, nor like Fu Qiu Bo's majestic surge, and Confucian etiquette.
, glanced at Zongxuan Qingzi that day.
"senior?"
"Hahaha, you Confucians like this. Compared to the five of you, Xuanqing is not a senior. Fu Nian, I remember that you should still be spreading Confucianism at Tonglu Academy in Yingdu. Why are you back today?"
"You are also bringing your four senior brothers who are just starting to become famous. Junior brothers are here. Could it be that you have something important to ask me for?"
Fu Nianzhi's master was Confucian Gongduzi, and Gongduzi's master was Confucian Mencius. His own master was Tianzong Chisongzi. Before Chisongzi, he was Beimingzi, and before Beimingzi was Zhuangzi.
From the perspective of sect inheritance, people who practice Taoism have a long life span, which is not comparable to those of Confucianism. Nearly a hundred years ago, although Zhuang Zhou was the same generation as Meng Ke, when it came to inheritance, he was quite senior.
Taoists don't pay attention to these things, but Confucians study this way carefully. Zhou Qing has no time to pay attention to the details. Seniority has always been a lie, and only strength is real.
Otherwise, what's the use of being senior?
Waving to Fu Nian and the others, a waiter from an inn on one side was about to step forward, but was driven away by Zhang Cang behind Fu Nian. He pointed at the nearby bill with one hand and whispered, looking at Fu Nian and the five.
Scanning people.
Unexpectedly, Fu Nian would bring these four senior brothers here today. Confucian Mao Heng, Confucian Fu Qiu Bo, Confucian Zhang Cang, and Confucian Lu Jia. Over the course of time, these four people have become more amazing than the last.
The Confucian Mao Heng, in the long history of the original, was born out of Confucianism, became an independent entity, and became a poet. He studied the Book of Songs intensively and became a great Confucian of his generation. He was not the same person. A hundred years later, the Confucian ruthless man did not have enough knowledge.
The foundation is enough to depose hundreds of families.
The Confucian Fu Qiu Bo unified the Confucian Spring and Autumn Period in the long history. All the achievements since the Warring States period were gathered into one corner and became one, opening up a new Confucian way. His disciples and grandsons were the Confucian ruthless men a hundred years later.
Confucian Zhang Cang, in the long history of the original, can be said to have lived a long life, living for a full one hundred and five years. He was proficient in counting, studied the calendar carefully, supplemented the "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", and his disciple Jia Yi was famous in the history books.
Confucian Lu Jia, like Zhang Cang, was a disciple of Xun Kuang and learned from hundreds of schools of thought. Over the course of time, he perfected Confucianism as a sage within and king outside, understood Taoist concepts, and paved the way for the ruthless Confucian.
Compared to the successors of Confucianism, other schools of thought seem to be much inferior. Fu Nian has always been in charge of Confucianism, integrating the ways of inner saints and outer kings, and creating his own swordsmanship of saint kings, which is expected to condense the seeds of Haoran and break the existence of the mysterious gate.
Five people, all elite disciples of the Confucian generation, came together. What they planned was probably extraordinary. They held chopsticks in one hand, picked up a piece of snack at random, and listened to Fu Nian's words.
"Haha, although Confucianism is about not talking when eating and not talking when sleeping, it is of no use to me, so I can just say it!"
However, after a few breaths, the five people who bowed again knelt down and sat aside. Fu Nian wanted to say something, but after seeing Zhou Qing's actions, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
His eyes fell on the exquisite snacks that Chef Ding had just prepared on the table, and his throat moved unconsciously. Speaking of which, before the five of them had time to have breakfast, they learned that Xuan Qingzi had entered the city of Songhai, and they hurriedly
Come.
The fragrance of the snack lingered in their noses, and the five of them looked confused. Normally, they didn't seem to think the food Cook Ding made was delicious, but now they felt that the snacks Cook Ding used to make for them were definitely lazy.
Gu Gu Gu Gu...
Hearing Zhou Qing's casual words, Fu Nian bowed his hands again. He thought about the words he had just swallowed and said them again. However, as soon as they fell to his mouth, a strange sound suddenly came from his ears.
The sound resounded in his ears, and the words in Fu Nian's mouth spread again. His expression was stagnant, and his body was stunned. The three senior brothers beside him were also the same. After breathing, Yan Lingji and others were included.
The eyes of all the people gathered together automatically.
"Haha, Zhang Cang is a little rude."
"The Master said: Food is the nature of food. Seeing his predecessors eating happily, Zhang Cang felt something in his heart, but there was nothing in his stomach, which made everyone laugh."
Eyes focused on Zhang Cang, feeling the rather angry eyes of his fellow disciples. To be disrespectful in front of such seniors is really disrespectful to the entire Confucian school.
The frail Zhang Cang, who was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, stroked his belly with one hand, then intertwined his hands, facing the eyes of his senior brothers and junior brothers, he smiled sheepishly, his face was a little ashamed, and he suppressed the resistance in his stomach and faced Zhou
Qing forced himself to explain.
As he finished speaking, there was another low growl in his stomach. For a moment, Zhang Cang lowered his eyebrows and did not speak again.
"Hahaha, Confucian Zhang Cang, as far as I know, should be a disciple of Xun Kuang. Food and sex are the nature of nature, so why should you be ashamed? Although Confucian etiquette is wonderful, people who live in warehouses actually know etiquette, and people who have enough food and clothing know honor and disgrace."
"Could it be that those people in Zhuxia who have difficulty filling their stomachs should abide by Confucian principles all the time? Guys, I want you to be in charge and order another snack that is exactly the same!"