After all the money in the gambling house was emptied, Wu Song came over and told Wu Zhi: "Brother, someone from the Lion House came to say that the buns and pork you asked Er Niang to make have been released."
Wu Zhi laughed and said, "Then let's go to the Lion Building now!"
Wu Zhi and Wu Song came in from the back door of the Lion House. After passing the courtyard, they were in the kitchen of the Lion House. Before they reached the door of the kitchen, they smelled a strong aroma from a certain distance. Wu Zhi couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He sighed, "It's been a long time since I smelled the smell of braised pork!"
In this era, soy sauce is not popular.
There was no way for people to get rid of the fishy smell, so that such good food could not be served on the table. Originally, Wu Zhi went to the cross slope just to find a wife for his younger brother. Unexpectedly, Sun Erniang was not only good at killing people, but her cooking skills were also
Damn it! Wu Zhi simply told her how to make braised pork, but she actually made it on her own without thinking.
The moment Wu Zhi brought Wu Song into the kitchen, he was immediately surrounded by a strong aroma. Wu Song was a glutton, and his saliva flowed down uncontrollably: "Er Niang, what is in this steamer?
Is it so fragrant?”
Sun Erniang laughed: "According to your elder brother, what is steamed in this steamer is human flesh!"
Wu Song was startled: "Isn't it right? Are you really going to kill someone?"
Sun Erniang glanced at the upright Wu Song angrily: "What a fool!"
Wu Song scratched the back of his head and smiled "hehe".
Wu Zhi grabbed a meat bun and handed it to Wu Song. Wu Song took a bite.
Suddenly, his eyes widened!
Then he swallowed the palm-sized meat bun in one gulp!
"Slow down, don't choke!" Sun Erniang quickly handed Wu Song water from the side and reached out her hand to gently pat Wu Song's strong chest.
Wu Song gave Sun Erniang a thumbs up repeatedly: "It's delicious! It's so delicious! I can eat fifty of these in one meal!"
Wang Changgui on the side smiled and asked Wu Zhi: "Master, what should we name this bun?"
The corners of Wu Zhi's mouth turned up slightly and he grinned: "It's called human meat buns."
"Ah!?" Everyone around looked at Wu Zhi in surprise.
And Wu Zhi opened another steamer. From it, he took out a piece of pork that was steamed to crystal clear clarity and brought with it a portion of fiery red pork. This piece of pork was made of soft wheat stalks and tied into a square shape, with fine and fat layers.
Clear layers!
Touch it lightly with chopsticks and it will shake left and right, making it soft and soft!
Wang Changgui asked again: "Then what is the name of this meat?"
Wu Zhi looked around and asked everyone, "Do you know Su Dongpo?"
"My boss is joking. Everyone knows the name of great writer Su. Besides, my hometown is in Langye County, and great writer Su is buried there."
"Su Shi is dead?"
"Yes, he died a few years ago when he returned to Beijing to resume his duties."
Wu Zhi thought for a while. He didn't know much about Su Dongpo's life. He didn't know much about his family background or his "circle of friends", which was his "Shui Diao Ge Tou" that he had memorized when he was studying.
Now that Su Dongpo is dead, this Dongpo meat has more provenance!
Wu Zhi told Wang Changgui: "The name of this piece of meat is Dongpo meat!"