Dalton sat in a custom luxury car with a look of satisfaction and drove to Zhixue City Airport. Although the car was spacious, he still filled most of his seats.

The harvest of this trip to Zhixue City surprised him very much. He had to sigh that the saying "Good people will be rewarded" by the Chinese people is really right.

Hao Xian's father had great kindness to Dalton, but Dalton met him in another place, not his hometown. Dalton later spent a lot of effort to repay his kindness with Hao Xian's father, but unexpectedly, when there was finally clue, the other party was gone.

So this time he came here to see if there was any place to help his benefactor's children. However, out of curiosity, Hao Xian's cooking skills received a little bit of the true teachings of his father, so he deliberately did not reveal his identity, and wanted to secretly observe the most real state of his hometown museum.

As a result, I actually ate the high-quality roast goose and even had a full meal of fish skin horns!

This is a complete surprise!

Since Boss Hao’s child is so promising, what he needs to do is not superficial financial support, but provides Hao Xian with opportunities to stand on a higher stage!

"There are some good shows to watch this year's Street Food Overlord Championship." Dalton smiled with a squinted smile.

He didn't notice that Huang Sisi, who was standing at the intersection of Chinatown, reflected in the rearview mirror.

She put her hands on her waist and looked at the luxury car going all the way. Her red lips opened and she spit out soft smoke rings.

She didn't believe that Dalton's appearance was a coincidence.

Xiaoxian was just planning to participate in the Street Fighter Competition, and there was a passerby diner who could recommend it. Where is such a coincidence in the world?

I really think someone will give me a pillow when I’m sleepy!

Huang Sis never believed in luck. She guessed that Dalton must have come to the hometown hall for some reason, but she happened to hear them discussing the competition and took the opportunity to help.

But she didn't say anything. Since the other party didn't mention it, she wouldn't ask. If she asked, she might not be friends...

...

It's night.

Hao Xianyu was lying on the bed in his room, covering his stomach a little recklessly.

He had the taste of burgers in his mouth and mind.

In order to confirm whether the other burgers were equally delicious, he ordered a German pig castle and an Italian-style Caesar burger, and finally finished it.

The conclusion is that these two burgers are just as delicious.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had any hope of winning the game.

Everything made on the assembly line can be so delicious. How delicious should the dishes made by Chef Walton Burger yourself?

greedy……

Judging from the enemy's situation this time, it's really the same as Dalton said - it's not an opponent, and the gap is very big.

Hao Xian is confident that his fish skin horns are definitely worthy of any celebrity chef. The problem is that the fish skin horns are so complicated that they cannot be delivered at street food-themed competitions!

Although you can also buy packed fish skin corners on the roadside in some places in Guangdong and eat while walking, the steps of fish skin corners in street shops have obviously been much simplified, and the speed is fast, and the deliciousness cannot reach the level of participating in the competition.

Hao Xian patted his face hard, then turned over and jumped out of the bed, took out the strong and durable clothes from the cabinet and various survival equipment delivered to express delivery these days.

He decided to do the starting task.

Instead of being self-doubted here, it is better to take action, complete more tasks, and enrich the dishes included in the kitchen.

For chefs, failure is not scary. Who hasn’t made some dark food? No matter what you try first, if you fail once, you will naturally know how to improve next time.

Hao Xian wore the full set of equipment and immediately felt safe. Especially when he stroked the same tactical survival knife as Bei Ye on his waist, he felt as if Bei Ye possessed him. No matter where he traveled or what poisonous snakes and beasts he encountered, he could calmly say, "Take the head off, you can eat it, the chicken tastes like crunchy."

He opened the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra", took a deep breath, and pointed his fingers at the beginning of the mission.

In a trance, the question marks twitched and slowly turned into clear words—

【Foundation Mission】The Origin of Pot and Meat

Mission goal: Pot and pork are a legendary dish in the Ice City Harbin, and are an indispensable delicacy on the dining table of Northeastern families. However, the inheritance of pot and pork is swallowed by some evil existence, causing history to be distorted. The chef who created pot and pork is harmed by a traitor was killed and destroyed by his hands. Pot and pork are not released and disappeared into everyone's memory. You will return to the 19th century Beiping City, repair the twisted history, save pot and pork, and protect the inheritance of Northeastern dishes!

Mission reward: Unlock the Northeast cuisine page, and the recipe contains pot buns and meat.

"Buling pork? This name sounds a bit strange. How to wrap the meat with a pot..." Hao Xian whispered in confusion, then suddenly widened his eyes and covered his head.

He recalled everything.

"Pot-pack meat!"

He rushed to the computer, decisively turned off the page "How to open a harem in ancient times" and began to search for the three words "pot dumplings and meat".

"No...no...no...no...no matter which page I turn to, there are no traces of the existence of the dish "Buns and pork..."

Hao Xian looked at the computer screen blankly, murmured with trembling voices.

"By the way! Master Zheng Xinwen, who created the pot buns! Search and see his name!"

Although Hao Xian once gave up learning to cook, he always loved Chinese cuisine culture deeply and was familiar with the origins of every well-known cuisine.

"Binjiang cuisine ancestor" Zheng Xinwen is a master of Harbin cuisine. In his early years, he learned cooking at Prince Gong's house and later opened a shop in the capital. However, because he offended Xiao Dezhang, the eunuch beside Cixi, the family had to leave the capital and join relatives who were officials in Harbin.

When Harbin Daotai Prefecture entertained Russian envoys, he made a pot-fried pork that suits the Russian taste. Later, it was pronounced as "pot-bread meat" by Russians who were not standard in Chinese. This dish has been passed down for a hundred years and has become a dish that every Northeastern person must have tasted.

“No…”

Hao Xian's facial features were entangled, he gave up and continued searching, walked out of the room and knocked on Hao Xin's door.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Hao Xin, wearing a bear pajamas, opened the door and said strangely.

"Do you know the pot bun meat?" Hao Xian asked.

"Ah? What is that? I've never heard of it..." Hao Xin became even more puzzled.

"...It's okay." In the face of my sister's suspicious eyes, Hao Xian walked back to his room.

After closing the door, he stood there silent for a moment, and the scene appeared before his father took the brother and sister to his friend to eat pot and buns of meat.

Before returning to "Peng Zu Chu Sutra", he found that the three words "pot dumplings" in the beginning of the mission changed back to "???".

Hao Xian felt lost in his heart, as if he had lost something irreplaceable.

"Although I don't know what the hell thing is that devours the historical heritage of pot dumpling meat... But Northeast cuisine is incomplete without pot dumpling meat, and has no soul! Even if the way of heaven allows this kind of thing, I will not allow it!"

Hao Xian's tone was filled with a rare anger.

"Take me the chef's scriptures! Whether it's a hundred years ago or two hundred years ago, I'm going to grab the pot of pork and pork back! No one can take away any dish from my dining table!"

As if responding to Hao Xian, the "Peng Zu Chu Sutra" stirred up a surging spiritual energy.

There are many worlds hidden in the air twisted by spiritual energy, including green mountains and clear waters, small bridges and houses, flying smoke from the desert, prosperous city, rivers into the sea, golden swords and iron horses, sun, moon and stars, and flowers in the four seasons... A square world shrinks into lines, turning into Tai Chi, turning into two qualities, turning into three qualities, turning into four symbols, turning into five elements, turning into six elements, turning into seven stars, turning into eight trigrams, turning into nine palaces, turning into ten directions, unfolding layer by layer in front of Hao Xian, interlacing, rotating, cutting, colliding, eliminating, flashing... Finally, collapse into a round ball.

The circular boundary is a light fog that is bright and destructive. The closer it is to the medium color, the darker and chaotic, like a demon cave connecting to another world.

Hao Xian felt a powerful suction force that pulled him into the chaotic wheel of time and space-

...

When the endless darkness disappeared and I was finally able to see things again, there was a scene that often appeared in Qing palace dramas in front of Hao Xian.

Pedestrians on the road shaved their hair and kept their braids behind their heads.

The hawker shouted loudly, with rouge and silk.

The street restaurants are filled with seats, drinking and listening to music.

Time and space transformation. Here is, 1875, Beijing.
Chapter completed!