"In legend, Guo Kui was the marching ration of soldiers invented by King Wu of Zhou when he defeated Zhou. Soldiers stringed the hard Guo Kui with a rope, hung it on their shoulders, blocking the front, chest and back, and sometimes even stuck the bows and arrows shot in! Therefore, in the army, it is regarded as 'flour armor baked with a pot'. During the war, it can be defended against enemy attacks, and can be eaten after being pulled down after the war. This is for 'Guo Kui'."

Hao Xian rubbed wheat flour on his hands and introduced endlessly.

Shaanxi Guokui is the most famous dry marching food in ancient China. It became popular in the Qin Dynasty and has been popular in several dynasties.

The pot has a long shelf life, a strong sense of fullness, and is very solid. Dig a hole in the middle, string two with ropes, hang them on the shoulders, one on the chest and one on the back, making them easy to carry and have strong defense.

If the enemy's arrows are shot, they happen to be stuck in the pot. Pull them down and lick the flour on the arrows clean. The arrow can be used again.

Zhuge Liang borrowed arrows in the Three Kingdoms, but in fact, Qin Bing Guokui borrowed arrows in the Qin Dynasty!

"A Guokui actually has such a big background!" The old man was very supportive and said in surprise just right.

"It's really a professional chef. He knows so much and speaks very well." The old lady's smile was full of kindness.

In fact, as Lao Qin people, how could they not know the benefits of Guokui?

It can be said that the Qin army relied on Guokui to defeat the six countries!

Whenever Qin people go out, they will definitely make a pot of pots at home and have someone take them with them. This thing can save lives (physical) and life (physical)!

"But what I want to make is smaller than ordinary Guokui, and it should be called Guokui Mo."

Hao Xian did not ask the two old men to give him a piece of pot and kohl because the size was not right. One thing weighed five or six kilograms and was used to make a rouxu. How much meat would it take to fill it up?

But he asked for some old noodles to be used as a fermented noodles.

What he made was Guokui Roujiamo, the prototype of all the Roujiamos in later generations.

Hao Xian coated the old noodles with wheat flour, stirred them repeatedly with water, and then covered them with cloth so that the dough could fully ferment and expand.

During this period when the dough is trying hard to become delicious, Hao Xian will naturally not be idle, and he begins to make hard-earned pork.

"I will make bacon meat next. The bacon meat was originally called 'Han meat', and it was invented by the Koreans. Later, Korea was destroyed by my Daqin. The method of 'Han meat' was passed on and the name was changed to 'Han meat'."

Hao Xian didn't care that his two listeners were ancestors two thousand years ago and were not customers in the store, and he explained habitually.

"Han meat, I have heard of it." The old man nodded repeatedly.

"I have never seen it before, and today I can enjoy the joy of the eyes." The old lady still smiled.

After asking questions from the two elders, Hao Xian found some valuable herbs, mixed them together to make a medicine bag, and boiled a pot of fragrant wax juice.

Afterwards, he put the last piece of pork from Er Lao's house into the pot. He saw that the pork was tumbling in the sauce with chopsticks and kept rolling. The skin gradually wrapped in a rosy color, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

The old man couldn't help but thrust his throat a few times, and he couldn't help swallowing.

The old woman immediately twisted her husband and whispered to the ear: "I'm old and I'm so old. Don't be greedy for the children's food. Let the children eat later, you are not allowed to eat!"

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Save it! Save it!"

Hao Xian stared at the meat for a while, then walked towards the dough he had placed before, lifted the cloth, and found that the color of the dough was much more shiny than before.

He decided to go to the next step.

In fact, there is a better way to make it. Add alkaline water to knead it for a round. However, Hao Xian did not have such conditions, so he had to knead the dough into long strips and divide it into three sections. He made a round cake with a rolling pin and spread it flat on the iron plate and bake it slowly.

The glass is a pot with a shaped like a turtle shell. It is the most suitable kitchen utensil for making pots in ancient times.

As the moisture in the flour gradually evaporated, the surface of the pot-kick appeared slightly yellow, and a mellow smell rose from the bulging cake.

Hao Xian, who had been hungry for two months, now has a very sensitive sense of smell. He smelled the fragrance and realized the vegetables. He quickly prepared three fragrant pot-kun buns.

The two old men were not surprised why he made three pots of pots, but just thought that Hao Xian was so hungry that he wanted to eat more.

What they wondered was why the young man had to re-brand himself even though there was still a Guokui at home that had not been eaten?

However, they are not surprised right away.

Hao Xian put the meat in the pot and chopped it into shreds. Then he cut the pot and Kuai steamed buns and grabbed the chopped meat in...

At this moment, not only the old man, but also the old woman couldn't help but start drooling.

Hao Xian turned around and handed the two pieces of clamped buns to the two elders:

"Guokui Roujiamo, please taste it!"

"Oh, no, no, I'm wasted such a good thing!" The old man waved his hands repeatedly.

"Yes, kid, you've eaten all of them, don't worry about us." The old lady also held back her appetite.

"If you two don't eat it, I won't eat a single bite." Hao Xian shook his head, "Eat it while it's hot, it's really a waste if it's cold."

The old man hesitated a little and secretly glanced at his wife. Seeing her glaring at him, he went back to scare.

Hao Xian continued to persuade: "Grandpa, grandma, you treat me as your grandson and give me food and drink, so let me treat you as your grandpa and grandma. This Guokui Roujiamo is what I respect for you!"

"Good kid! Good kid!" The old lady finally took the Roujiamo, opened her mouth and took a bite. Her eyes, which were originally a little tearful, suddenly became brighter!

The old man didn't need to be taught, so he immediately started eating and tasting the Roujiamo. From his old-fashioned small mouthful, he turned into a voracious appetite in a blink of an eye!

Hao Xian looked at the two elders and smiled and picked up the last piece of Roujiamo and bit it down.

If it were in later generations, the pork was obviously not fat enough and had no oil or water. The ingredients used in this cured juice were very casual and locally used. The bun was far from being so crispy. The wheat flour used was not considered high-quality.

But at this time, Hao Xian could only say two words:

"tasty!"

The gravy soaked the wheat fragrance and filled his lips and teeth. This was the meat that had been missing for two months and the food that had been away for two months.

"tasty!"

“It’s so delicious!”

The two elders were also very excited. They had never tasted such a delicacy in the world.

While Hao Xian was eating very delicious, he watched the two old men eat more deliciously than him. All the depression in this mission so far suddenly disappeared, leaving only a trace of enlightenment.

If people are hungry, they need to eat.

In some times, people eat full.

In some times, people are not full.

But no matter what era he is in, his mission as a chef is the same-

When you are hungry in front of you and are looking forward to a full meal, cook the most basic food that can fill your stomach into a delicacy that can make the other party feel happy!
Chapter completed!