There are some specialties in choosing a capital in ancient China. Not to mention the major historical capitals, even the capital of Chu, the former capital of Western Chu, was surrounded by mountains nearby. Under the care of several small dragon veins, not only successfully avoided the earthquake zone, but also had not experienced severe droughts and floods for many years. It can be said that it is one of the most suitable treasures for human survival in China.

Fengqi Mountain and Ajie Valley are also treasures among treasures.

The dozens of acres of land that Zhou Dong had "rented" were already golden at this time. From the day when spring rice was planted, except for two timely rains when necessary, until the harvest season, God obediently did not come to make trouble. At this moment, standing by the field, the fragrance of rice was already in his nose.

"Good rice seeds, how many years have you not smelled such a pure rice fragrance?"

Mr. Shang crawled into the field like an old naughty boy, picked the largest wheat ears, and then sat on the edge of the field stalk and carefully looked at it. He rubbed out the rice grains like small pearls in a few strokes. Looking at the rice grains like black pearls, they almost drained out of water.

Back then, Mr. Shang was a good-looking person, but this was the first time he had seen black rice grains in his life.

The rice grains are black and translucent, like pairs of little girls' big eyes, with a faint gem-like luster.

Especially inside the black rice grains, there is a trace of white light that looks like clouds, just like light from a star is revealed in the depths of the universe.

"Xiao Zhou, is this the dark clouds chasing the snow?"

Mr. Shang is Mr. Shang, and he will not ask about the origin of this rice seed like ordinary people. After all, this is not hybrid rice, and it has the value of promoting it nationwide. The more this top rice seed, the more it requires a strong ground force, and it is always something that the petty bourgeoisie enjoys.

However, this does not prevent Mr. Shang from enjoying it occasionally. Can the proletariat understand these luxury goods with a critical eye? Only by knowing oneself and an enemy can you win every battle, right?

"Old Shang, this is the dark clouds chasing the snow. Look at this, you can harvest on a large scale tomorrow. You will leave the day after tomorrow. I will cook a pot for you to try it."

Zhou Dong laughed. Mr. Shang was going to return to Beijing yesterday. When he had the status of his old man, no matter how much he cared about Chinese food, he would not spend too much time on it. However, when he heard that the dark clouds were about to harvest the snow, he had to postpone the trip for two days. Isn’t it just to taste this fresh food?

"Hahaha, then we'll make a decision."

Mr. Shang laughed loudly, "Waiting for you to beat that old guy Cai Pinlong, I will personally welcome you in Kyoto!"

To determine the major event of Chinese national cuisine, no restaurant in China is qualified to set up a stage. If the Kyushu tripod cannot be eaten, the Huacuiju will not be able to live in the Kyoto Hall, the old man Shang has already decided to announce the whole world in the Kyoto Hall.

In the eyes of this old man, Cai Pinlong's appearance was at most a little storm, and it did not affect the overall situation at all.

It was obvious that he had not yet compared, but he had already decided that Zhou Dong would win.

On the day when Mr. Shang and Shang Qingxiong left, Zhou Dong cooked most of the pot of dark clouds and snow in a small iron pot for the grandfather and grandson and the chef Hu.

After the hustle and bustle, all the masters left yesterday. Shi Buyu and Wugong Masada also returned to Chudu, taking Zhou Aiguo, Su brothers, Yan Yi and Huailiang, who had received the information, formed a chef team in the private hall to prepare to face the challenges from Cai Pinlong.

Zhou Dong stayed in Ajie Valley to harvest the dark clouds and chase the snow personally, so as not to make any mistakes, but was caught up by Mr. Shang.

Eating real top-notch rice, even if you just use soy sauce and lard, is a waste of resources. It is the purest white rice. It is steamed and served with a plate of sour and sour potato shredded potatoes, a plate of sauce cucumbers, a stack of white-cut meat, and a spinach basket. It is nutritious and has a comprehensive taste. The emperor may not have such a good taste.

Dark Cloud Zhuxue is worthy of the alien rice provided by the system. After it is actually cooked, it is more suitable for the eyes than the freshly threshed raw rice. I saw countless black pearls piled into small hills in the white porcelain bowl. After turning the chopsticks, a slight white light was transmitted out. Not to mention that I actually went to eat it, I felt pleasing to the eye just a few glances and my appetite was wide open.

After the mouth was taken, a slight coolness came out of the hot rice, as if someone had secretly wrapped some mint in the rice, but it was not as domineering as the mint taste. It was perfectly integrated with the rice fragrance, but it was not lost, and the taste was just right!

Mr. Shang didn't realize that it was just a bowl of dark clouds chasing the snow and he felt that this was not the food that the world should have. It was not just about eating rice. He was sitting at the table and twitching rice, but he seemed to be walking in the golden rice fields. As soon as he had sweated a little, a breeze blew over countless wheat ears.

With his will, he was stunned for a while before he picked up his bowl and stuffed it into Shang Qingxiong's hand, "Go, make another bowl for grandpa."

"Okay, but grandpa, eat slowly. Why are you eating faster than me at this age?"

Shang Qingxiong laughed and walked towards the rice pot, passing by Chu Hu Shen, who had just refilled the rice.

A meal of dark clouds chasing the snow, and the guests and guests were having fun. Mr. Shang laughed more than once, and after the meal, he still asked Zhou Dong with some slightest desire, "Xiao Zhou, can this dark cloud chasing the snow be carried in other places?"

Zhou Dong smiled bitterly, and Mr. Shang did raise this question.

Not to mention the unique water quality of Ajie Valley, but the land capacity of the dozens of acres of fertile fields I have been looking for is not enough to support it. He also needs to take action to attract the essence of the earth energy to be achieved.

In this way, the dark clouds and snow produced by dozens of acres of land also differ in height. Today, Mr. Shang and Grandpa Hu were invited to eat, but five acres of "Wang Tian" came from!

Even if there is water quality and ground power like Ajie Valley, he must be there.

So he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. Even if these dozens of acres of land have been carefully maintained by me, I am unique in this way. Only then can I barely mature. And after harvesting this crop, it will take two years to keep the land before planting again."

"I see."

Mr. Shang nodded and looked at his grandson and said, "Qingxiong, when he turned around, he brought five hundred kilograms of dark clouds to chase the snow back to Kyoto.

You and Xiao Zhou are good friends, so you don’t need to be polite.”

"ah?"

Shang Qingxiong was stunned and thought to himself that grandpa is still you, you are awesome. He is worthy of being an older generation of xx-class xx people. Are you starting to fight against the rich now?

After seeing off Grandpa Shang, Chef Hu looked at Zhou Dong and smiled, "I have figured it out too. This place is good, so I will live here from now on."

From now on, I would make porridge with dark clouds and snow every morning.

You boy won't feel sorry, do you?"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Grandpa Hu, what are you? Mine is yours, you can do whatever you want."

Besides, although the yield per mu of dark clouds and snow is lower, my yield of tens of thousands of kilograms is also available for my dozens of acres, and I can’t finish it alone.”

"Haha, you are filial to you, Grandpa Hu doesn't love you in vain."

Chu Hu smiled and said, "I was a little worried that you would lose to Old Man Cai, but now I am not worried at all. Just by chasing the snow in this dark cloud, you have no reason to lose.

By the way, boy, after winning the Cai surname, you will start to order national dishes. This is a difficult problem. Let’s talk about which dish you are going to choose as the famous Chinese cuisine?"

"Haha, Grandpa Hu, I'm afraid that if I choose any dish in the national cuisine, I will be dissatisfied with other cuisines."

When Zhou Dong heard Chef Hu’s question, he suddenly felt aroused. The chef-level recipe given by the system mission has not been opened yet. Perhaps it is the key to solving the problem of Chinese cuisine?
Chapter completed!