True Martial World - chapter-48
The fat elder was holding up the pheasant, but he was placing it too
close to the fire, and his rotating speed was too slow. Roasting food
with a naked fire was unlike grilling in a barbecue eatery. A barbecue
eatery uses specialized grills that are easily lit. Its flame is uniform
and most importantly, it is smokeless.
But for firewood, the fire is not uniform, and the smoke is thick. This
smoke was the ash from the unburned wood, and would rise up with the
flames, sticking onto the pheasant’s skin. So in a while, the pheasant
in the old man’s hands were already burned black. It wasn’t
overcooked, but was covered with a layer of ash. It not only affected the
texture, but it would taste bitter.
Although the old man wiped oil every now and then, it was unable to
change the situation of a layer of ash growing thicker. From the way the
old man did it, it was clear it was a matter of time before it was
Using firewood to grill meat was a difficult job. Even a barbecue
eatery’s experts might not be able to do it well, but the old man was
This was understandable, after all, what sort of position did this old
man have? Time was precious, so he need not prepare food for himself.
His culinary skills were naturally nothing flattering, furthermore
grilling meat with firewood was extremely difficult.
“This is practically the destruction of Heaven’s property!” As a
glutton, eh, no, as a connoisseur who enjoys researching delicacies, Yi
Yun could no longer endure.
As the pheasant was almost done roasting, the old man sprinkled various
spices, and offered the blackened roasted pheasant to Lin Xintong.
Yi Yun felt that there was no spot one could get a bite in!
But it seemed like Lin Xintong did not mind. She said “Thank you
master”, accepted the grilled pheasant and took small bites at it.
Although her lips were pink and tiny, after eating such a roasted
pheasant, her lips were colored black. This scene made Yi Yun’s lose
all expression on his face.
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It was a great offense against food culture.
The old man treasured his disciple, so the roasted pheasant was naturally
left for her. As for Yi Yun, there was no doubt he would be last. But Yi
Yun was still grateful. If this pheasant was sold, its price would be
expensive, even someone like Lian Chengyu would not be able to afford it.
After he finished grilling one pheasant, the old man began grilling a
As the first was given to Lin Xintong, the old man had grilled it with
extra care, but since the second one was for himself, it looked even
However, the old man was still very pleased with his work. After he
finished grilling both pheasants, he took out a jug of wine from his
ring. He began eating the roasted meat savorily and drinking his wine
with pleasure. After finishing it, he had a look of enjoyment, and his
white beard was curling with satisfaction.
He then had a sudden thought and looked at Yi Yun, saying lazily,
“That’s for you. You can roast it for yourself. I won’t be
Yi Yun was speechless; although he did not expect the old man to roast a
pheasant for him, but the old man had previously said, “Not many people
have tasted my culinary skills!”
When Yi Yun heard those words, he believed that the old man would roast a
pheasant for him, but from the looks of it, that was no longer the case!
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Yi Yun wasn’t very confident about roasting it himself. Although he had
done research on food, he was after all a modern man, he could easily
cook a tender and crisp roasted chicken easily with a barbecue pit and
But it was hard for him to do it with firewood. There was no way of
blocking the ash from the firewood, and no matter how much he turned the
pheasant, the ash would still end up on the pheasant meat.
“I say, do you have a wok?” Yi Yun asked extremely politely. As a
glutton with principles, he was not willing to compromise no matter how
hungry he was! This was the first time he had seen meat in two months,
not to mention it was high grade meat!
“I do.” Saying that, the old man took out a pot from his ring.
Although the pot was made of an unknown material, it was well made and of
appropriate size. Yi Yun was very satisfied.
Yi Yun began to busy himself. He began identifying the spices the old man
had taken out. He was surprised at the complete assortment of spices and
oil, sauces and salt. There were even some plant spice that resembled
green onions and parsley.
“That wine, can I borrow it?”, asked Yi Yun again.
“Eh?” Wine? You want to drink two cups with old me?” smiled the old
man as he passed the wine to Yi Yun after recovering from a momentary
shock. This kid actually appreciated wine?
Although he was stingy, but he was eager to make alcohol buddies as only
then was there meaning in drinking.
Although he didn’t like the kid in front of him, Yi Yun was better than
nothing. After all, Lin Xintong did not drink alcohol, so he had been
drinking alone for one whole year.
“Master!” Lin Xintong was a bit speechless, “How can you give kids
But they never expected that after Yi Yun had dried the pheasant, he had
poured the wine, spreading it evenly, not missing the pheasant abdominal
“Kid, what are you doing?” The old man stared as his beard flared up.
This was a thousand year old wine. As a wine enthusiast, he could not
endure the waste of his alcohol.
“I’m cooking.” a surprised Yi Yun answered matter-of-factly.
I must say, this wine sure is good. Its aroma is sweet. I wonder what
sort of treasure was it distilled from. I believe drinking one gulp of
this will do wonders for cultivation!
“Cooking? Wine can be used for cooking?” The old man repudiated.
After some hesitation, Yi Yun understood.
The culinary methods in this world was very different from Earth’s.
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Even during the period when food culture was at its peak in China, all
the cooking techniques were very simple in ancient times.
During the Tang and Song dynasties, the basic cooking methods was
steaming or boiling. Be it vegetables or meat, they were mixed with salt,
covered under a lid and eaten once it was cooked.
As for stir-frying, quick-frying, blanching, smoking, or cooking with
alcohol, etc, these methods of cooking could only be developed after
material wealth was improved.
Each region had different food cultures. About eighty percent of Chinese
cuisine were unique.
Even the most simple stir-frying of vegetables was a product of China in
the entire world. Although it sounds incredible, that is what is it.
In the entire Earth, the most complex cooking techniques belonged to the
Chinese, with no near rival.
In this world, leaving out the vast wilderness, the hard labor lives
people led were too tough, so there was no energy or materials left for
As for the rich cities, the rich were experts. They were focused on their
martial arts, arrays, and the techniques for refining desolate bones, so
there was no time to research cooking.
Only the servants of large clans could research on this. These people
made good meals, and through experience, accumulated some cooking skills.
But in such a small area, there was a limit to culinary skills. Even in
America, many might not know that alcohol could be used for cooking.
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Yi Yun glazed the pheasant’s body with oil and soy sauce. He poured
wine into the abdominal cavity and sprinkled some spices that resembled
spring onions and cilantro. Yi Yun had tasted the spice, and with his
gluttonous talent, he knew that it wouldn’t be lacking compared to
spring onions or cilantro.
Next was the crucial point, Yi Yun used a clean coarse cloth to wrap the
pheasant. He then poured large amounts of salt into the pot, and buried
the pheasant in it. After completely covering the pheasant, he sealed the
pot and began steaming it.
The fat elder looked at Yi Yun with suspicion. He used so much salt and
wrapped up the pheasant? Won’t it be super salty!?
Have the poor kids of this tribe not eaten salt?
Even if they lacked salt, it wasn’t meant to be eaten this way. It was
a speechless turn of events. The fat older scoffed at the kid’s
He carried on eating his roasted pheasant, but Lin Xintong had stopped
eating and watching the pot Yi Yun had placed above the fire with
Slowly, the pot began to emit a fragrance. The fragrance was not obvious.
If these people were not martial artists with keen senses, they would not
have smelled it.
Could something with such a light scent be delicious?
The fat elder had already finished his roasted pheasant, and began
licking his thick and short fingers. At this moment, Yi Yun opened the
pot, and used a ladle to brush away the hot salt, and took out the
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A savory salt-baked pheasant was completed.
The moment the salt seal was broken, a fresh savory smell was emitted,
making Yi Yun ready to eat.
Yi Yun was surprised that he was able to prepare the meal to his fullest
capabilities. Of course, the main reason was the pheasant which was full
of energy within its meat. It was much better than the bred chickens on
And the wine, which was brewed from some treasure. Just some yeast and a
few hundred years was enough to create the ambrosia of the gods.
With the two combined, Yi Yun was able to produce a salt-baked pheasant
of quality that reached unprecedented heights.
“Eh?”, flared up the old man’s beard as his eyes suddenly rounded