[Congratulations! The Black Gold Cookware series has been upgraded successfully.]
[Note: Any Black Gold Cookware obtained in the future will be the upgraded version.]
Chen Mo placed Xiao Juzi next to his pillow, letting it purr and continue to sleep, as he got off the vehicle and went to the back to check the upgraded cookware. As usual, when he saw the black pot and black ladle, words automatically appeared before his eyes.
[Upgraded Black Pot: Can enlarge or shrink according to your will.]
[Upgraded Black Ladle: Connected to you by blood.]
When Chen Mo held the black ladle, a strange feeling passed to his brain, as if his arm had extended.
Chen Mo gripped the black ladle and casually reached into the rice bin, scooping out a single grain of rice without even looking.
"So this is how it feels, amazing. It feels like the black ladle is part of my body... but won’t I burn my hand when cooking?"
[???]
[Who understands this? Big speechless....]
Chen Mo laughed awkwardly, waving the black ladle a few tis. The feeling of being completely in control was very comfortable, making him want to try cooking sothing imdiately.
When he looked at the black pot again, it appeared no different from before, but when Chen Mo thought about the large iron pot he used at the toll station...
"What’s this thing?"
He felt a bit dazed, and after snapping back to reality, the black pot had transford into a large pot with a diater of 1.5 ters, filling up the entire stove front!
"So I can make it infinitely large? And then flip it over to cover the Earth!"
[Navigating for you, destination: Qinglong Mountain ntal Hospital.]
"Alright, alright..." Chen Mo appeased the food truck, which had already moved a bit earlier, "No more joking around. It’s like dealing with a child."
A black pot that can change size at will would fulfill any need at any ti, never having to worry again about a pot being too big or small for a specific dish.
When a food enthusiast gets such magical cookware, it wouldn’t make sense not to try cooking sothing!
Chen Mo thought about it; there are two things in Yu Province that would be a waste not to eat.
The first has to be spicy soup. Since Jingzhou isn’t too far from Yu Province, Chen Mo had spent a few days in Luoyang before, having spicy soup with fried dough sticks or pan-fried buns basically every morning.
After leaving Yu Province, going a day without spicy soup felt unbearable. Finding a few places in Jingzhou, he discovered the spicy soup there was nothing like that in Yu Province.
This ti in Yu Province, with the Black Gold Cookware, Chen Mo thought he’d try making spicy soup himself!
This is one thing. Another must-try dish has to be mutton noodles.
Yu Province’s noodles are made differently from those in Jin and Shan provinces. Comparatively, it’s hard to say which is better, but the people of Yu have discovered the best way to cook noodles, which is with mutton soup!
"Navigate to the nearest slaughterhouse."
Thanks to the knowledge gained from making pork congee, Chen Mo now has so demands for the ingredients if he wants to create a dish earnestly.
Especially at, which has to be fresh. Freshly slaughtered is always best. Even if it’s just frozen overnight, buying it the next day doesn’t feel the sa.
Passing by a mutton noodle shop, Chen Mo specifically went inside to buy a serving of noodles, drawing strange looks from the owner.
The finished noodles were coated with a layer of oil. When a custor ordered, the owner would take a portion and stretch it thin, long, and strong.
Soon, the food truck left the city and gradually drove into darkness. As the street lights on either side of the road disappeared, the rural road was only illuminated by the truck’s glowing lights.
"Why do I feel..." Chen Mo reclined in the driver’s seat, watching the navigation route, "as if we’re heading towards Brother Yu’s village?"
The food truck didn’t move fast. When lights began appearing gradually again, alleys appeared on either side of the rural road every so often, each seemingly having at least seven or eight households.
This is a very traditional northern village town layout, with a main road in the middle and alleys on both sides.
When the food truck reached the brightest lighted area, it automatically turned and slowly moved into an alley.
Inside Dakang Mini Farm.
Old Yu leisurely lay on a rocking chair, with four or five n from the village sitting beside him, all sturdy males.
A steel wire was strung across the courtyard, with three steaming whole sheep hanging from it.
"Old Yu, the village fair is the day after tomorrow. We can’t let those other villages steal our thunder this ti!"
"Yeah, just take Du Liang Village next-door, what do they have? They just got a Yu Province influencer, Xiao Pang, to stream for them, and they shot right up to third place!"
"No way, it’s an influencer’s world now. I tried contacting Second Donkey today; he said it costs at least a hundred thousand to stream once in the village! Is he joking? What does he do that’s worth a hundred thousand?"
Old Yu, with a cigarette in his mouth, also felt the world had changed and was not the world he once knew.
Second Donkey is just a nonsense-spouting, unattractive strear, right?
Only has about a hundred thousand followers, and actually charges a hundred thousand per stream, absurd!
We farrs plant corn in spring, cotton in winter, and can’t earn a hundred thousand in a whole year despite working hard.
Yu Hui crossed his legs, picked up the dark red robe on the table next to the rocking chair, "This food farmhouse is just a gimmick. So what if we do it? I run a farmhouse myself and can barely make ends et."
Yu Hui’s farm focuses on a fresh-eat-fresh-slaughter the, mainly selling barbecue and roast whole sheep, with other ho-cooked dishes.
The location isn’t great; there are few passersby in a small village.
It’s mainly through personal connections that he made so friends and relied on their mutual promotion to barely make it through.
But to be honest, when guests co here and pick their desired cut, with Old Yu cutting and grilling live, the experience is quite enjoyable.
Old Yu’s barbecue isn’t sold by skewers but by the pound.
"But I hired a master chef; his skills are excellent."
The young man next to him shook his head, "It’s no use. Without influencers promoting beforehand, no one will co to our village. Even if the food is good, what’s the point if no one cos?"
Old Yu sighed heavily.
Yeah, no matter how tasty the food is, it’s useless if no one cos to taste it. The focus now is on influencer economics, and Dakang Stronghold lags behind from the start.
If only we could invite an influencer, that would be great.
...
On the highway.
A big, husky man grips the steering wheel, staring intently at the open road ahead.
With speed traps, he goes 120; without, he goes 140. Now that’s a real car god!
In the passenger seat next to him is a young lady dressed coolly and fashionably.
The girl is looking at her phone, watching the bullet comnts.
"Is the info reliable? Has Boss Xiao Chen really appeared in Kaifeng?"
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