Yi Gangyu, who was only twelve years old at the time, got involved with Mr. Gu. In the next six years, he read dozens of so-called sage books recommended by Mr. Gu and understood most of them. According to Mr. Gu, his current knowledge is a little stronger than the three teachers in the academy combined.

What is this "point"? The ancient man didn't say it clearly.

Once, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, he carried the small yellow croaker obtained by the six-tailed ice and went to the old man's shop to pay New Year's greetings. In his eyes, the old man was definitely not the kind of person who was very happy and sad, but this time, when the old man opened the door and saw Yi Gangyu standing outside with snow and snow, holding the six-tailed lively little yellow croaker in his right hand, he actually gave a thumbs up, laughed happily before saying, "It's not worth my heart!" Then he led Yi Gangyu straight to the kitchen of the backyard, allowing Yi Gangyu to stand aside and watch for the first time.

Yi Gangyu thought that the weather was cold and the ground was cold. Mr. Gu was so old that he was afraid of catching a cold water, so he wanted to help him cut off the small yellow croaker. Unexpectedly, Mr. Gu stretched out his finger and shook it, saying, "Xiao Gang, you have known me for many years. I am afraid that I have eaten more than 500 small yellow croakers of you. Well... Today I won't teach you how to cook a pot of the best small yellow croaker soup, how about it?"

Yi Gangyu nodded violently. He had the honor of drinking the fish soup cooked by the old man several times, and it was indeed one of the most preferred delicacies in others.

The old man Gu smiled and said, "Then you have to listen carefully and look carefully. I will only say it once and do it once."

Yi Gangyu quickly pricked up his ears and listened attentively, and watched intently.

The ancient man stretched out his left thumb and index finger and gently picked up a fresh little yellow croaker. His cautious look was like picking up a flower that was blown and broken. It was strange that the little yellow croaker jumping in the wooden basin, as soon as it entered the ancient man's two fingers, it stopped moving immediately, with only slightly opened mouth.

Old Master Gu shook his head, sighed softly, and said, "The technique is a bit cruel, but only by killing alive can you ensure the quality of the meat is tender. It is worth it to blame yourself for such deliciousness."

Yi Gangyu asked in confusion: "Old man, don't the fish all killed alive?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, but the technique is different. Ordinary people kill the fish alive by placing it on a wooden board or stone slab, cutting it along the side of the fish with a kitchen knife, then turning it to the back until the head is broken and finally removing its internal organs. Is it right?"

Yi Gangyu nodded. He killed fish like this. He believed that in Digou Town, I am afraid that every household would kill fish like this. Could it be that Old Master Gu could still kill a fish like this? He stabbed a fish from his neck into his heart and caused him to bleed a lot in an instant and died. That would be too much of a problem.

However, the next method of killing fish by the ancient old man opened his eyes and was shocked and stunned.

Mr. Gu gently held the small yellow croaker with two fingers on his left hand, flipped it over, and let the fish's snow-white belly face upwards. Then Mr. Gu stretched out his index finger with his right hand, about a foot away from the small yellow croaker's belly, and gently stroked it. The small yellow croaker's belly seemed to be silently cut by an invisible knife. Mr. Gu shook his left hand slightly, and the fish's internal organs fell into the wooden basin on the ground.

The old man glanced at Yi Gangyu who was stunned, chuckled and asked, "Have you seen such a killing method?"

Yi Gangyu was obviously scared and could he answer.

The old man picked up the second little yellow croaker and said calmly: "Xiao Gang, my way of killing fish can lock the fresh blood in the fish's body to the greatest extent. Blood is one of the tricks for the small yellow croaker soup to be extremely delicious. You have to remember it."

Yi Gangyu came back to his senses and said tremblingly: "Old man, I don't understand your way to kill fish! What did you use to cut the belly of the small yellow croaker? And the internal organs of those fish are connected together. How could it fall if they are not pulled off?"

Mr. Gu said, "Don't worry, maybe you can do it in the future, who knows?"

Yi Gangyu nodded quickly, thinking that if he could learn this way to kill fish and set up a fish stall in the market in the future, it would definitely attract many people to watch, and the business would naturally be great.

After the ancient old man killed six small yellow croakers with great speed, he said slowly: "Next, we need the most authentic camellia oil. Wang Dafa, the grain and oil shop, has no conscience and mixed soybean oil, which is not advisable. The salt cannot be made with sea water. It has to be made of rock salt mined from the mine without fishy smell. As for the ginger blocks, the best one is the wild red clay ginger in the purple bamboo forest outside the town. The skin is relatively smooth and the color is golden. After the puff is opened, the fragrance is extremely rich. The onion segments must be small onions, which are about the same thickness as a toothpick stick. Those onions that are thicker than children's fingers should be discarded. Finally, the water for boiling fish soup is the best. The well water in the ancient white sand well in the town is the best. The stream in the backyard of Doctor Hua Shenfu is still OK, and the rest of the place will not work."

Yi Gangyu listened carefully without saying a word. He really didn't expect that cooking a pot of fish soup would be so complicated and the requirements for various ingredients were almost harsh.

While telling the story, the old man prepared various ingredients. Finally, he suddenly grabbed the void with his right hand, and a black pot was added to his hand, the size of a basin, and the slightest shine of metallic luster.

Yi Gangyu quickly wiped his eyes and said in surprise: "Old man, can you still use magic tricks?"

The ancient man smiled slightly, and without comment, carefully placed the pot on the yellow mud stove, saying proudly: "This is a stone pot, made of a whole piece of stone. In the past, I wandered around the Obsidian continent. Once, I went to a remote village in the west and accidentally got this stone. Now I think about it, this stone pot has accompanied me for hundreds of times... By the way, Xiaogang, go and help me get some well water from the ancient white sand well."

Yi Gangyu lifted a wooden barrel and ran out.

Old Master Gu blinked and said, "I almost let it go."

In the cup of tea, Yi Gangyu came back with a bucket of well water. The ancient man had already started firewood and said to Yi Gangyu who was standing beside the yellow mud stove: "Xiao Gang, look at the camellia oil, the color is golden and the oil is transparent. After being left for several days, there was no impurity at the bottom of the white porcelain bowl, and it smelled a faint fragrance. The so-called wild tea oil sold at high prices in the grain and oil shop, not only has a mixed fragrance, but also turns light yellow in color, and you can tell the truth at first sight."

Yi Gangyu nodded and said, "Mr. Xie taught me to distinguish the authenticity."

The old man said, "It's easy to see things, but it's difficult to see people. However, the way to see people is similar to the way to distinguish the authenticity of camellia oil. They all start from the details and see them."

"yes."

The old man looked at Yi Gangyu who was humbly taught, nodded, and said, "The ink stone pot has been heated. At this time, pour in some camellia oil, add a little salt, stir it with a wooden spoon, immediately put a small yellow croaker, turn the fish around for a while, and look carefully. Just fry until both sides are slightly yellow. If it is golden, it will be overheated and the taste will be greatly reduced. Fry each fish to such a heat, pour in spring water, cover the fish, then put in the large ginger that has been slapped, cover the pot, and attack it with a strong heat. After the water boils, change to a low heat and slowly boil the tea. It is done."

Yi Gangyu asked, "What about these onion slices?"

The old man Gu said, "Put the fish soup into the bowl, sprinkle a little onion slices before starting to drink."

Yi Gangyu was very impressed and said excitedly: "Old man, I didn't expect a pot of ordinary fish soup to be a pot of fish soup, but the process was so complicated. Your method of cooking fish soup reminded me of Grandma Ning from the tailor shop. Once I went to give her firewood. I caught a glimpse of her lying in the yard basking in the sun. Maybe I was bored, so I pulled me to chat for a while. As I was chatting, I asked a stupid question, but I didn't expect that she was not angry and told me the answer."

The old man lifted the lid of the pot, looked at the milky white fish soup, and asked with interest: "What did you ask?"

Yi Gangyu couldn't help swallowing his saliva while smelling the scent of fish soup, and then said, "I asked Grandma Ning that there are several tailor shops in the town that the silk skirt they cut only sells fifty Xuanwu Golden Beads. Why do you cut the same silk skirt but you want five hundred Xuanwu Golden Beads? The difference is too big."

When Mr. Gu heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "This question is poisonous, but it won't make Tailor Ning angry."

Yi Gangyu shrugged and whispered: "Old man, when I just finished asking, Grandma Ning was a little disheveled, but she quickly asked me with a smile, 'Little bastard, the same man, the useless son of the old Wang family next door has three wives and four concubines. You are so honest and kind, diligent and hardworking, why is there no girl willing to glance at you? Could it be that he has a gun in his crotch, but you have no cannon under your crotch?' I was stunned at that time, and I didn't understand what the gun and cannon mean, hehe."

Old Master Gu was stunned, then laughed happily, and after a moment, he said, "This crazy woman is still as dirty as ever."

Yi Gangyu also smiled and said, "A few years later, I understood the meaning. One day, I secretly opened my crotch and looked at it. I was shocked to find that I could tie a knot. Old man, I have been worried about this. Do you think this is good or not?"

Old Master Gu was focusing on the final cooking of fish soup. He didn't hear it clearly, so he asked casually: "What?"

Yi Gangyu shouted: "It's my cannon that can tie a knot!"

Old Master Gu was stunned again, then a wooden spoon knocked on Yi Gangyu's forehead and scolded: "Don't go to the tailor shop in the future, so that the crazy woman will not bring you dirty."

Yi Gangyu touched his forehead and nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Gu thought about it and added, saying, "If you send fish to Tailor Ning next time, you can secretly see how she threads a needle? Just because of your love for giving her things over the years, I guess you won't stop you."

Yi Gangyu rolled his eyes and said, "Old man, I don't want to be a tailor."

The old man Gu smiled and said, "What's wrong with tailor? You have to have the skills of tailor Ning. If you cut a skirt, you can sell 500 Xuanwu golden beads. If you cut dozens or hundreds of them a day, that's a good thing, but don't be able to get along with Xuanwu golden beads."

Yi Gangyu whispered embarrassedly: "Old man, the tailors of several tailor shops in the town are all women."

"Isn't this just right? You are the unique male tailor and are destined to have a prosperous business." The old man said seriously, "Fu Zhenjun happens to be a seller of silk. If you join forces, you will definitely achieve a hegemony in the local dog town."

Yi Gangyu wore a bitter face and shook his head and said, "Old man, my dream is really not to be a tailor."

"Dream." Old Master Gu said calmly, "It's just a dare to think about it in your dream, right?"

Yi Gangyu nodded without hesitation, his expression a little sad.

The old man slowly walked to the side of the yellow nick stove, brushed his backhand in the stove, and a pile of charcoal fire that had not yet burned out instantly. Then he turned around and said to Yi Gangyu, who had his head hanging down, and said, "Pick up two pairs of bowls and chopsticks and wait at the stone table under the peach tree."

Yi Gangyu acted according to his words. After a moment, Mr. Gu held the ink stone pot with his left hand and a jar of old wine in his right hand, and came to the peach tree with his hand. Yi Gangyu hurriedly reached out to pick up the ink stone pot. Mr. Gu shook his head and said, "You can't pick it up."

Yi Gangyu stared at the black stone pot that was only about a foot tall and the size of a basin, and said with disbelief: "Old man, I can carry a load of firewood back home from the mountain without any rest on the road."

The old man gently put down the ink stone pot and said calmly: "A mere 100 kilograms of things, Xiaogang, if you can uncover the lid of the ink stone pot, I will let you drink the first bowl of fish soup, and make an exception to let you drink a bowl of [Hundred Grass Wine] brewed by Doctor Hua himself."

"really?!"

"How can there be jokes?"

Yi Gangyu really didn't believe this evil. Can a lid of a stone pot be heavier than a load of firewood? He didn't even intend to use his right hand, but stretched out his left hand, grabbed the handle of the silk pot cover, and gently lifted it up, but it didn't move at all. The feeling that the silk pot lid was already connected to the stone pot. He was a little surprised, and he increased his strength, but still did not move. He was a little surprised, and quickly added his right hand, took a deep breath, and pulled it up.

He absolutely believed that his power was to pull out with all his strength. Even the millstone at the door of Widow Wang's house would be three feet above the ground.

But the fact is that the lid of the moshishi pot didn't even shake it, how could this be possible?! Then he thought of something even more terrifying. Just now, Mr. Gu walked out with one hand. Yi Gangyu stared at Mr. Gu who could almost be described as thin as a man. The expression on his face seemed to see a group of hanged ghosts in broad daylight.

The old man was too lazy to look at Yi Gangyu, and gently slapped the mud seal at the mouth of the wine jar. After pouring a bowl of it, he said calmly: "The lid of the ink stone pot alone is enough to weigh ten loads of firewood. It would be strange if you can pick it up."

Yi Gangyu shivered all over and said in a trembling voice: "Old man...you..."

The old man gently opened the lid of the ink stone pot, squinted his eyes and smelled the fragrance, and asked, "What are you?"

"You are not a human!"

"Boy asks for a fight?"

Yi Gangyu waved his hands repeatedly, took a few steps back, and said hurriedly: "You are a god!"
Chapter completed!