Traveling to Dahong Mountain in the Northern Song Dynasty, Kong Lin became the newly appointed mountain king, sitting on a vast but barren mountain and a group of vicious villagers.
At the beginning of Heavenly Collapse, Kong Lin: Excuse me, let's just die again.
The villagers all knelt down together.
"If you leave, who will lead us to snatch food from passers-by?"
"Without rice soup, my baby will starve to death."
Kong Lin scratched his head.
Clam? Why is he so hungry?
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Kong Lin reluctantly stayed.
It doesn't matter if the land is barren. If you make your own fertilizer, the yield per mu can be doubled in the blink of an eye.
For small things like not having enough to eat, he made delicacies from the mountains and opened a restaurant to sell food to those travelers who slept in the open air.
The Chungen wontons in spring have thin skin, big fillings, fresh soup and tender meat. I still want them after eating them.
Summer is hot, so come to a bowl of Sophora japonica leaves washed by mountain springs. They are bright green, salty, sour and smooth, and you can take a sip to relieve the heat.
In the golden autumn, a pot of sweet and glutinous thunder chestnuts is simmered, and a golden pheasant soup is stewed on the side.
On days when the mountains are closed by heavy snow, I eat the red oil-filled Bo Xia Gong. The fresh mutton cut into paper-thin pieces is boiled in water. I dip it lightly in a dish of prepared sesame oil, and the aroma is left in my mouth.
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Zhou Huaijin went to Beijing to take the exam. On the day he crossed the Dahong Mountains, he was severely beaten by continuous frost and snow, and had to stay in a restaurant on the top of the mountain.
Facing the fierce faces, Zhou Huaijin packed her bags and vowed not to touch a bite of food in the store.
At midnight, he was so hungry that he followed the enticing aroma of meat to the kitchen of the restaurant.
In front of the stove, the young cook lifted up a ladle of snow-white soup stock and poured it onto the tender beef in the bowl, creating an instant aroma.
The saliva in his mouth was uncontrollable, his legs were stiff, and he was hesitating how to speak.
But when the cook turned around, she blushed suddenly.
Motto: Hard work can make you rich
