A long time ago, there was a cook in Liuzhou who cooked dog meat very well. The local maharaja ate his dog meat and ordered him to send a roast dog meat to the palace every day. One day, the cook went to the mountain to collect spices for burning dog meat and accidentally broke his leg. At this time, the Wangfu sent people to rush for dog meat. < P > Helpless, the cook's son had to cook it for his father. After the dog meat was sent to the government, a peak sexually sent someone to the cook's house, saying that he had teased the maharaja. The dog meat used to be delicious, but it tasted bad today, so he had to do it again immediately. The cook's son was silent and had to do it again. Who would have thought that the dog meat made by hard work was immediately splashed by the princes when it arrived at Wangfu. The maharaja said that the dog meat as delicious as usual could not be delivered tomorrow, so he was punished for deceiving the king and asked his family to kill him. ? Misfortune fell from the sky, and the cook's son dared not disturb his dying father in bed, so he hid outside the door and cried.

Just then, a lame monk with crutches passed by, saw him crying and asked him why. He told the story, and the monk said, it's easy. Tell your father to teach you how to do it. He can't do it, but he can talk. He said that no matter how capable his father was, he lacked a few important ingredients, and there was no way to do it. His father's leg was broken up the mountain just to pick these ingredients. The monk laughed, took the gourd off his back, poured something at random, and said, "Throw them into the dog meat and everything will be fine." Say that finish, a gust of wind, people disappeared.

The cook's son felt strange. When he thought about it, it was pitiful. Isn't the monk Tie Guai Li? The next day, there was no other way but to do as the monk said. Who knows, as soon as the things given by the monks entered the pot, they gave off a strange fragrance. After rolling a few times, the fragrance drifted to physics, and my father's injury was actually cured. The boiled dog meat was sent to the palace, but the princes were so happy that they made an exception and sent a gratuity. Neighborhood saw strange things, so they tasted the residual soup in the pot with their fingers, and were shocked. "No wonder, you are' dog meat rolls three times, and the gods can't sit still'". At that time, the name of "immortal dog meat" was called, and it has been passed down to today.