Cheng Chubi was continuing to use the big knife to slice thin fish fillets with ease.

Even in later generations, cutting this thing can only be done by hand, and machines can't cut it so thin.

When Li Shimin's family of three sat in the Yaoguang Hall, they looked at the butterfly-like ultra-thin fish fillets inside the lacquer dish with exaggerated expressions.

"This fish, you can actually cut it so thin?"

"My father-in-law, there is no one else who can cut it so thinly..." Cheng Chubi couldn't help plagiarizing the classic words of a certain article handed down in advance.

Well, let's write a short fable similar to "The Oil Seller", called "Selling Fish Cubs"... Bah! Why is it so ugly, cough, why not call it "Cutting Fish and Pretty Cubs"?

Cheng Chubi was thinking hard about the title of his article that had been passed down through the ages.

Li Mingda was the first to take a chopstick and carefully peeled off a translucent butterfly with a pinkish white color from the inside of the plate.

Then, under Wu Meiniang's soft reminder, I put it in the special fence and scalded it, and I saw that the butterfly became curly in an instant.

"Okay, your highness, hurry up, three fingers of time will be enough..."

After Li Mingda took it out, under the watchful eyes of his parents, he dipped in the special dipping sauce, and then put the whitened, curly and trembling fish fillets into his mouth.

The meat is smooth and tender, and with the dipping sauce full of spices, the fish meat is smooth and elastic, with the most fundamental freshness and sweetness of fish in the spicy.

"Wow...it's delicious, daddy, mother, please try it out..."

Seeing Li Mingda's appearance, and that she couldn't wait to move her second chopsticks, anyway, there were no outsiders, Li Shimin and Empress Changsun also unceremoniously picked up their chopsticks...

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Snacking full, uh, looking at the pile of dishes with satisfaction.

I couldn't help but wonder how much I ate. There might be eighty or ninety empty plates, if not a hundred.

Li Mingda was also blushing from eating, and looked at his husband with satisfaction. At first, he just thought that Brother Cheng San was very powerful.

It was only later that I learned that he is not only capable of literary and martial arts, but also has outstanding cooking skills.

This is more attractive than anything else, Li Mingda couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled sweetly.

"My son-in-law, you are really capable. You can make fish fillets as thin as a cicada's wings, yet they are so smooth and elastic when you can eat them. It's really amazing."

Empress Changsun slowly rubbed her lower abdomen with one hand, while sipping tea soup, she also accidentally ate too much, but she really didn't expect that this boiled fish fillet was so fresh and delicious.

"My mother-in-law praised it. In fact, one is knife skills, and the other is that the fish is fine. This kind of very fresh and unpolluted fish may not be easy to find outside."

"After all, Luoyang is densely populated. After all, there are people and livestock. The fish with polluted water quality must be worse than this kind of fish."

"Haha, that's not easy. There are a lot of fish in the Jiuzhou Pond. Didn't your son-in-law just say that the black fish has the best meat quality."

"I'll buy more black fish fry for my husband's sake. Anyway, in such a big Jiuzhou pond, isn't the fish raised enough for us to eat?"

"Great, from now on I want to eat shabu-shabu fillets, so I'll come to find my father, okay?"

"That's natural."

"My son-in-law... your boiled fish is really good, the old man is a little full today."

Li Shimin looked at Cheng Sanlang in front of him with a smile. When he was full of food and drink, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty would become very kind and martial arts. But seeing this tall, heroic, strong figure, and the pair of eyes full of fierce light behind him.

Among a group of ferocious, fat and strong villains, the only young man who can be described as handsome.

Mingzhen felt that she didn't need to care about this benefactor who liked to joke with others, so she forced a flattering smile and said.

"Here, this benefactor... Pindao is not called Niubi, but Pindao is Mingzhen, the eldest disciple of Yongning Daoist."

Ming Zhen saw those villains standing beside this handsome young man, and they laughed wildly.

Cheng Chubi was also happy, and his big slap fell on the shoulder of this fragile little Taoist priest.

"Yongning is your master, isn't it? Cheng, go, take me to meet that bull-nosed man who dared to blackmail our old Cheng's family for 500 yuan."

"Old Cheng's family, five hundred strings?"

Ming Zhen, who felt as if a boulder had been pressed on her shoulders, raised her head and saw the sinister smile of this young man.

My heart panicked in an instant, and I always felt that the words "Old Cheng's family" seemed to be a kind of taboo.

Five hundred strings sounds familiar, could it be...

At this time, I got the report from my second disciple Mingfa, and rushed here full of joy.

He just heard a burst of laughing and joking noises, which made Master Yongning frowned unhappily.

Stride forward and continue to move forward, while shouting and asking.

"Who are you, and why do you trespass on this view and disturb the poor Taoism?"

As the last sentence came out, his figure just bypassed the low front hall, revealing his immortal figure.

Then, dozens of people crowded the small front yard of Yongning Temple to the brim.

Dozens of people turned their faces away at the same time, looking this way.

Then, I saw two burly men who looked almost exactly the same, as if they were copied and pasted, walking towards this side.

With a ferocious smile on his face, he and his second disciple Ming Fa were lifted up.

Then, Yongning real person felt as if the whole person flew up directly.

Then he was thrown so that his eyes turned black, and after that, countless stars twinkled in his eyes.

"You are Yongning." Cheng Chubi sized up this grizzled bearded and haired Taoist priest who looked like he was in his thirties.

Daoist Yongning raised his head tremblingly, his eyes blackened from the fall, and he almost thought his ribs were going to be broken.

He glanced at the disciple Ming Fa who was paralyzed on the ground ~lightnovelpub.net~ and was knocked unconscious.

There were also those knife-carrying elites who surrounded them, their eyes were full of scrutiny, like a group of butchers who were hungry.

Looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, Master Yongning's face instantly turned gray.

"You, you... who are you, Pindao has always been kind to others, is there some misunderstanding?"

Cheng Chubi looked at this swindling Taoist priest, and poked his nose with his finger.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. A certain family's surname is Cheng, Lu Guogong's third son, Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, deputy leader of Donggong Zuo Neixuan, Cheng Chubi."

"A few days ago, Cheng asked a friend to come over and ask you to make a potion of elixir that can prolong life.

As a result, you used heavy metal polymers to fool Cheng, killing two ghosts in Xingshan Temple and Xuandu Temple, and even causing Lao Tzu to be fined by His Majesty. "

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