Chapter 380 Black Plum Golden Fish Soup
Time flies as dusk goes and morning comes.
Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Kuizhou City is as lively as ever, and the hustle and bustle of life is everywhere.
The fame of Shanhai Tower has long been known throughout the Kingdom of Dakang. Almost everyone knows about it.
It is said that the current emperor even sent someone to invite the owner of Shanhai Tower, but the person was sent back without even seeing the owner.
In the height of July, the hottest days of summer kept everyone at home. The huge sun scorched the earth in the street, and the heat was steaming.
There were only a few pedestrians on the street. When one stepped on the cobblestone road, one could almost hear the sizzling sound from the soles of their feet.
An old man, fanning himself and wearing a small shawl, sat idly under a tree. When he felt like it, he would shout to the passersby on the street, "Is it ready? Roast chicken feet or roast pork feet?"
This caused a passerby who was wiping his sweat and walking quickly to give him an irritated look, which made him laugh out loud.
The mahogany carved door of Shanhai Tower was ajar, and the light inside was a little dim, but there was a cool feeling.
A young woman in a silk shirt and a jade hairpin on her hair twisted her waist, pushed the door open and walked in. After a while, she came out cursing.
Another woman came in wearing a coarse cloth jacket, and her old cloth skirt was covered with patches.
In fact, she had been lingering at the door for a long time, and only after the woman in the luxurious dress left did she muster up the courage to push the door open.
As you step over the threshold, a refreshing coolness mixed with a faint woody fragrance hits you in the face.
She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart, and the hot sweat on her back cooled down.
"Guests dine in, Accord, or draw lots?"
A thin middle-aged man wearing a black cloth crown and smiling broadly appeared from behind the counter.
“I, I…”
The woman rubbed her hands awkwardly, seeming a little overwhelmed.
Chang Li was used to such guests and tapped the table with his index finger knuckles.
Suddenly, a big dog with snow-white fur came out from behind the counter.
The woman was startled and saw the big dog holding a stick tube in its mouth and handing it to her.
Chang Li said, "Then let's draw lots. There's only one spot left today."
According to the rules of Shanhailou, only one rare dish is served every day. Before noon every day, three distinguished guests with predestined relationship are received. The dish will be served only when all the guests are present. If not, it will be postponed to the next day.
Regardless of the status of the guests, it all depends on the diner's own luck, or fortune, or in the words of the owner of the building, fate.
The woman looked at the lottery stick box handed to her, wiped her rough and black hands vigorously on the hem of her clothes, then drew a stick from the box with some trembling and handed it to Chang Li who was standing beside her.
Chang Li took the stick, his smile widened, and he made a gesture of invitation to the woman.
The interior of Shanhai Building has been renovated in an ancient and elegant style. There are more than a dozen tables scattered in the lobby on the first floor. In the corner of the wall is a pot rack with various beautiful flowers and plants, and there is also an antique shelf for placing various vases and ornaments. Hanging on the wall are several iron paintings and silver hooks, with unrestrained inscriptions.
If this woman had some knowledge, she would be able to recognize that these inscriptions were all written by Yun Jinzhi, the top scholar of the current dynasty.
At this time, there were still many diners eating in the hall. There was elegant music playing in the hall and no one was making any noise.
The woman was a little at a loss, and was in a daze when she suddenly felt something furry nudging her at her feet.
When she lowered her head, it was the big dog who had just handed her the lottery ticket box.
The big dog gently bit the hem of her skirt, then took the lead across the aisle, walked up the stairs and went upstairs.
The woman hurried to follow.
The lonely prince took her to a private room on the second floor with a beaded curtain. There was a small wooden sign hanging on the room that read: Zhenwei Pavilion.
The woman entered the private room, and the king turned around and ran up to the third floor with his tail wagging, and went into a half-open room.
This is obviously a kitchen. A chopping board and a stove are placed by the window. The window is open, and the scorching sun outside pours in through the window, forming a sharp contrast with the coolness inside and bringing a comfortable and pleasant smell.
A slim girl in a peach pink dress was busy in front of the stove.
The lonely king moved closer to her, humming and rubbing her calves.
The girl was cutting meat with her sleeves rolled up when she noticed the big, soft white wolf running over to her and acting coquettishly. She turned her head and glanced at it.
"Are all the distinguished guests here?"
The lonely king nodded, looked at her eagerly, and drooled.
The girl had no choice but to pick up a piece of cut meat from the chopping board and throw it to the dog: "This is the last piece. If you eat any more, there won't be enough for the guests."
The lonely king didn't care about anything else. He grabbed the meat with one mouthful and lay down in the corner to chew it contentedly.
The girl ignored it and went about her own business.
She was dealing with a strange fish at the moment.
The strange fish had red scales all over its body and looked a bit like a carp. When it left the water, its mouth opened and closed.
The girl held a kitchen knife that was shining with a cold light in her hand, pointed it at the head of the croaker, and then attacked with lightning speed.
"Snap" he flipped the back of the knife and slapped it hard!
The strange fish's eyes rolled around, its mouth stopped moving, and it was knocked unconscious.
The girl raised her lips slightly, revealing a sly smile. She no longer cared about the fish, but opened the big pot that was boiling next to her.
There was no seasoning in the pot, only half a pot of water.
She threw the strange fish that was knocked unconscious into the pot, then picked up two black plums from somewhere and threw them in as well.
The girl poked the hard scales of the strange fish with chopsticks, narrowed her eyes, put the lid of the pot back on, looked up at the sun outside, and walked aside to pet the wolf.
After a while, the delicious smell of fish mixed with the sweet and sour aroma of black plums emanated from the pot.
The girl returned to the stove, washed her hands, opened the lid of the pot, and saw that the scales of the strange fish in the pot had been boiled away.
She took the fish out of the pot, gutted it, cleaned it, removed the bones, sliced the fish into neat fillets, and fried it in oil until it turned a light golden brown.
Put it back into the pot, add seasoning and black plums, and cook a pot of fragrant black plum golden fish soup.
The fish soup had just been served out of the pot when July and September came over, smelling the aroma.
Two beautiful women in goose yellow dresses came up to the girl gracefully, their eyes narrowed into crescents.
"Ranran, your craftsmanship is getting better and better!"
"What kind of weird ingredients are these today?"
Yun Ran wiped his hands with a snow-white handkerchief and chuckled, "It's a croaker."
"Henggong fish?" Qiyue looked surprised. "That legendary fish that's invulnerable to swords and spears, and can't be killed by boiling? And it tastes so good when made into soup?"
Jiu Yue couldn't help swallowing: "Then how did you make it into soup?"
Yun Ran took two black plums from the side and placed them in the palms of July and September.
He said: "Henggong fish is afraid of black plum."
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