Zhanjiang proverb: "Dog meat rolls three times, and the immortal is unstable". What does this mean?

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 up the mountain to collect spices for burning dog meat and accidentally broke his leg. At this time, Wang Fu sent someone to rob dog meat.

Helpless, the cook's son had to do 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. Dog meat used to be delicious, but it's not delicious today. He must cook it again at once. The cook's son kept silent and had to do it again. Who would have thought that the hard-earned dog meat, as soon as it arrived in Wang Fu, was immediately splashed all over by the princes. The maharaja said that the delicious dog meat as usual could not be delivered tomorrow, because he was punished for cheating the king and asked his family to kill him. ? Unfortunately, from the sky, the cook's son did not dare to disturb his dying father in bed, hiding outside the door and crying.

Just then, a lame monk on crutches passed by, saw him crying and asked him why. He told the story, the monk said, very simple. Tell your father how to do it. He can't do it, but he can talk. He said that no matter how capable his father is, he also lacks several important ingredients and can't do it. His father's leg was broken up the mountain just to pick these raw materials. The monk laughed, took the gourd off his back, poured something at random, and said, "If you throw it into dog meat, it will be fine." Say that finish, a gust of wind, people disappeared.

The cook's son was surprised. When he thought about it, it was pitiful. Isn't that 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 monk are put into the pot, they give off a strange smell. After rolling a few times, the fragrance drifted to physics, and my father's injury was cured. When the boiled dog meat was sent to the palace, the princes were so happy that they made an exception and gave a gratuity. When the neighborhood saw something strange, they tasted the residual soup in the pot with their fingers and were shocked. "No wonder, you are' dog meat rolled three times, the fairy can't sit still'". At that time, it was called "immortal dog meat" and it has been passed down to this day.