Chapter 55: Misinformation Spreads

Chapter 55 Spreading Misinformation

For the tenth time, Zhao Tong playfully kicked Wei Wu to the ground, and Wei Wu got up for the eleventh time, stubbornly continuing to nudge his leg.

Zhao Tong scoffed, "Such a small thing, yet so stubborn. Is it destined to become a great demon?"

Even with all his might, Wei Wu was still knocked over by Zhao Tong's slightly amusing kick.

However, Zhao Tong suddenly found it interesting.

Because he was also a great demon.

He suddenly felt a bit fond of this scrawny little guy who acted like a great demon...

Well, this little guy is probably one of the few people at Bazhenlou that he thinks are normal—even if he's a puppy.

When the stubborn little guy nudged him again, he continued to show no mercy, this time gently tapping it with his foot, tripping it completely.

Turning back, he saw it lying on its back, legs in the air. Zhao Tong: ()

interesting!

This seems more interesting than hacking people to pieces!

The little guy, lying on his back with his legs in the air, rolled back over and continued.

He really is a stubborn mule.

He just likes stubborn mules.

The old bald monk is also a stubborn donkey...

The little guy approached him again, and Zhao Tong secretly revealed a strange smile once more—()

Wang Sumo originally wanted to stop him, but... never mind...

This is also their way of getting along, and it's best not to break it.

Wang Sumo stretched again and went to soak Weiwu's food. It would come to him when it was hungry or tired from playing.

Sure enough, when Zhao Tong grabbed Wei Wu by the neck and lifted him up to examine him closely, he was just a dark, indistinct lump. Even if he couldn't be a great demon, he could certainly be a big black blob.

"Hey, if you come any closer, I'll kill you." Zhao Tong's words were half threat and half intimidation.

Whether he likes it or not, his way of expressing himself always seems to be either intimidation or exploitation.

The only difference is that those who like it use a creepy smile to intimidate, while those who dislike it use a blank or disgusted expression to intimidate and kill.

Clearly, the little guy belongs to the former category.

Zhao Tong simply forgot that his threats might work on people, but probably not on dogs, especially puppies.

Because Wei Wu strained so hard, he peed all over him.

Zhao Tong: ? ? ?

Zhao Tong: !!!

Zhao Tong's pupils widened. "With something like this, is there any need to keep it?!"

“Amitabha, Benefactor Zhao, as the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. It’s a dog from the Eight Treasures Pavilion.” Deyuan appeared beside him at some point.

Zhao Tong found it both amusing and exasperating; it was true that the old bald monk was always there whenever he had such thoughts.

But now the old bald monk is leaving...

In short, Deyuan's words calmed Zhao Tong down by more than half.

"I'll spare your dog's life." For the first time, Zhao Tong felt that this phrase was so applicable.

"Here you go." Zhao Tong handed the clothes to Deyuan, then turned back to the other end of the carriage to change his clothes. While it's true that you have to consider the owner before beating a dog, he didn't need to make mooncakes covered in dog urine.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

For the first time, he had such a profound realization: it doesn't matter when you kill it, so you might as well raise it a little bigger before killing it!

When Wang Sumo finished preparing the dog food and turned around, Zhao Tong was already gone.

Wei Wu, on the contrary, was in De Yuan's arms.

"Master, where is Zhao Tong?" Wang Sumo asked, puzzled. He had just seen Zhao Tong having a good time with Wei Wu. Although it was a bit strange, at least he was smiling.

Everyone's inner healing is different. She felt that maybe it was something like that, oh, like that—()

Perhaps this is Zhao Tong's heartfelt smile.

"He's going to change his clothes," Deyuan said gently.

He had already changed his clothes this morning, so Wang Sumo didn't need to ask to guess what had happened. Wang Sumo stepped forward, shaking his head and touching Weiwu's nose, while clicking his tongue and exclaiming, "Weiwu is the most powerful in our Bazhenlou, isn't he?"

"No, that's not right." Wang Sumo suddenly realized, "You should be the most powerful in the entire martial arts world. There shouldn't be anyone in the martial arts world who dares to urinate in front of Old Zhao. Old Zhao hasn't killed you yet. You really deserve to be the pet of the Eight Treasures Pavilion!"

The pets at Bazhenlou are all lucky!

Those few crucian carp she caught were also!

This proves that even dogs are the same.

"Give it to me, Master." Wang Sumo took the majestic weapon from Deyuan's arms.

Wei Wu smelled the aroma of pickled meat on her and suddenly became both excited and clingy.

"Let's go, let's go get something to eat first." Wang Sumo picked it up and turned around, coaxing it like a child.

Deyuan watched from behind, bowing his head with satisfaction and uttering a soft "Amitabha." Leaving Zhao Tong in such a place was for the best...

Deyuan Wan'er.

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Although Bai Cen and the old man spent a long time exercising this morning, Zhao Tong had changed his clothes, Wei Wu had eaten his fill and even burped, and the two of them still hadn't returned, but the progress of making mooncakes couldn't be delayed.

Actually, the two of them wouldn't have affected the speed of making mooncakes in the first place.

At most, it's just an atmosphere group.

But it must be said that since the addition of the sous chef, the work in the kitchen has suddenly become easier, yet more efficient.

Zhao Tong is the leader of the Rakshasa Alliance, but it seems he can do everything in the kitchen!

Moreover, Zhao Tong not only prepared the materials according to the list given by De Yuan, but also probably read through the recipe. So when the two first started making mooncakes together, Zhao Tong was not a headless fly, waiting for Wang Su Mo to give orders for everything, without thinking.

Instead, he had already prepared and handed her what she wanted before she even asked for it.

Walnuts, pine nuts, melon seeds, roasted sesame seeds—you name it, they have it!

Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…

It's amazing! With such a sous chef assisting, the work in the kitchen has suddenly become much easier.

Not only that, Zhao Tong would also discuss with her, "The recipe that the old bald monk gave us is for steaming mooncakes. They are somewhat like the fancy pastries in the market, but they are made into the shape of a moon. They are used for celebration during the Mid-Autumn Festival and symbolize reunion. I don't know who gave him the recipe. He only has this recipe. But in addition to steamed mooncakes, there are also baked flaky mooncakes, which have a crispier texture."

As Zhao Tong spoke, he continued working without stopping.

Wang Sumo smiled and said, "I tried flaky mooncakes two years ago, but I've never had steamed mooncakes before. Luckily, Deyuan has the recipe, so we can give it a try. We'll make flaky mooncakes again when it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in August."

Compared to flaky mooncakes, steamed mooncakes have a softer and more glutinous texture.

Because it's steamed with lotus leaves, it still retains the aroma of lotus leaves.

The sweetness of the filling is balanced by the fragrance of lotus leaves, making it less overwhelming.

The old man, Master He, and Deyuan are all getting on in years and may not like the sweet taste of oil, but the sweetness of lotus leaves is different.

Wang Sumo mixes the filling with two spoonfuls of walnuts, one spoonful of pine nuts, one spoonful of melon seeds, one spoonful of roasted sesame seeds, then adds a spoonful of osmanthus honey and rapeseed oil.

The syrups made from maltose and white sugar are too sweet. They're okay for making candied hawthorn, but osmanthus honey goes better with the fragrance of lotus leaves.

These ingredients are mixed in the osmanthus honey, and they are all neatly arranged, but they are scattered. They won't stick together without adding flour.

Wang Sumo lit a fire, heated a pot, and dry-fried flour without oil or water, turning the flour from white to golden brown.

One of the recipes for food therapy is stir-fried flour.

Fried flour is milder and better for the spleen and stomach. Simply add hot water to the flour and mix it into a paste. Drink it spoonful by spoonful, and your stomach will feel very comfortable.

It is especially suitable for people with poor spleen and stomach function.

However, in this recipe, the fried flour is used to bind the filling together.

Originally, the filling, which was wrapped in osmanthus honey and was somewhat loose, suddenly clumped together with the flour after adding too much flour, becoming a mushy filling core, unlike before when it was like sugar syrup and the filling would spread all over you when you took a bite.

These fillings were neatly rolled into small balls and set aside for later use.

While Wang Sumo was frying flour, wrapping fillings, and kneading dough, Zhao Tong was doing manual labor on the side, kneading dough!

First add flour, glutinous rice flour, honey, fermented rice wine, and oil, then gradually add water in small amounts.

The dough needs to be fermented.

Zhao Tong kneaded the dough continuously until it was almost smooth, then set it aside to ferment.

While the lotus leaves were fermenting, Zhao Tong began processing them.

Fresh lotus leaves are no longer available this season, but I did manage to buy some dried lotus leaves. I soaked them in water, then steamed them briefly until they released a pleasant fragrance, and then took them out.

Zhao Tong was an expert in making noodles. Wang Sumo didn't even need to remind him to deflate the risen dough; Zhao Tong would do it himself.

Wang Sumo, who was feeling relaxed for the first time, soon realized that she had left herself too much time; she still had plenty of time to work on the molds Bai Cen had made.

The mold for steaming mooncakes is very simple; it only needs to be able to press simple patterns onto the mooncakes, and it doesn't need to be very elaborate.

While Zhao Tong was releasing the air, Wang Sumo prepared the next tool. She flattened the small dough balls with a rolling pin, then wrapped the filling, which had been rolled into small balls, inside, and rolled them into balls again.

Finally, use the tools made by Bai Cen to make simple flower shapes, wrap them in the lotus leaves that were just steamed, put them back into the steamer, cover the steamer and continue!

Although not as rich as flaky mooncakes, the fragrance of lotus leaves wafted through the gaps in the steamer lid, giving it a sweet and refreshing aroma.

It is natural and fragrant, and also unique.

The fillings were already cooked, and after steaming for about fifteen minutes over boiling water, Wang Sumo lifted the lid and used chopsticks to briefly flip over a steamed mooncake wrapped in a lotus leaf.

It's soft and chewy, just like a child's cheek.

Zhao Tong lifted the steamer off the pot and let it steam for about an incense stick's time before taking it out of the steamer.

The steamed mooncakes, with their soft outer crust and crispy filling, were quickly served and tasted delicious. "Wow!" Wang Sumo couldn't help but reach out with her paws first. Before Zhao Tong could stop her, the paws of the person behind her were burned for a while.

Then I quickly blew on it!

She wanted to examine the pressed flower pattern, and it was indeed clearly imprinted.

She had seen pastries with the design of reunion printed on them, but pastries are not as soft as steamed mooncakes, and they are not as easy to shape and press with molds. It's already quite good that this plump white steamed mooncake has an embossed design.

It was my first time working with Zhao Tong, and we actually had a pretty good understanding of each other. It wasn't as chaotic as I had imagined.

When the mooncakes had cooled, Wang Sumo asked curiously, "How do you know how to make these?"

If the leader of the alliance can cook, then the food in the Rakshasa Alliance must be very good.

At the very least, it won't fool anyone.

Perhaps it had been a long time since he had made steamed mooncakes so skillfully, and Zhao Tong himself was enjoying it. Unconsciously, he lost some of his fierceness. "I used to be a chef's apprentice, so it's not surprising that I know these things."

"Huh?" Wang Sumo was stunned, but even more curious.

"Then how did you suddenly become the leader of the Rakshasa Alliance? Oh~" Wang Sumo asked, then excitedly realized, "Could it be that you really found the fish-slaughtering knife and martial arts manual in Carp Town?"

Who wouldn't love to hear about a boy buying an unparalleled sword and a secret manual from a street stall?

Zhao Tong noticed that her boss seemed to enjoy watching the excitement more than anyone else. It was quite a spectacle; she had listened most attentively when the old bald monk recounted his past experiences!

Zhao Tong didn't want to talk about it.

But Wang Sumo argued, "Isn't there a whole street of Bazhenlou restaurants in Carp Town? I went to see the excitement there too!"

Zhao Tong: "..."

Perhaps because they had made mooncakes together before and developed a tacit understanding in the process, Zhao Tong was no longer as reserved as before. He said somewhat helplessly, "I went with the master chef back then. His knife couldn't be sharpened anymore and he needed to get a new one. When we passed by, he picked one out from a street stall and gave me one too."

"Back then, when we were preparing a fish feast, the head chef's favorite phrase was 'slaughtering fish,' so we needed a good fish-slaughtering knife. That's how it got its name, 'fish-slaughtering knife,' and that's how it came about."

Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…

"What about the cultivation technique? The kind of peerless secret manual!" Wang Sumo was still stuck in the pit.

Zhao Tong sighed helplessly and could only continue filling in the gaps. "The head chef told me back then that a chef must practice basic knife skills well, day after day, year after year. This is the greatest secret of a chef."

Pfft, Wang Sumo was stunned.

It turns out this is an inspirational story! But with such a vast world, it gets distorted and misrepresented over time!

She said, how could such a peerless skill be found so easily?

At the very least, one has to jump off a cliff, break all their tendons and veins, and be thrown into a morgue or something similar to survive!

After seeing and hearing too much excitement, this story is too bland and lacks potential!

It was missing something that turned him from an apprentice into a great demon.

How could Wang Sumo let this go? "And then?"

[Author's Note]

The martial arts world is just a giant makeshift operation!

(bushi)

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Holiday red envelopes, 100 as usual, will be distributed after the holiday. (* ￣3)(ε￣ *)