The life of a giant

Chapter 25 Eating Hot Pot

The two walked side by side on the way down the mountain, Zifeng asked, "Then what's your name?"

"My name is Qin Yuan."

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why is it called such an ugly name?"

"..."

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat this lunatic, Qin Yuan had already knocked out him at least ten times, and she still pressed her head on the ground and rubbed it back and forth.

But fists in this world are kings, in front of kings, it's better to keep a low profile.

So Qin Yuan looked at the sunset in the sky and said softly: "My grandfather gave me this name. He wanted me to fly in the sky like a kite, without restraint. The reason why I named it a kite was because he was afraid that I would lose my way one day. Can't find my way home...

But... I still can't go back..."

Zifeng looked at Qin Yuan with her head up, with a distressed expression on her face, and asked with concern, "Do you...do your neck hurt?"

Qin Yuan smiled, "No, I just miss him, this is how I miss him."

It is said that if you look up at the sky at 45 degrees, you will see a different view.

Delicious ingredients can be seen everywhere on this mountain. You can find dense clusters of shiitake mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, and king oyster mushrooms within a few steps.

Qin Yuan picked it up casually as she walked, and after a while he could barely hold it in his hands.

"Is this thing edible?" Zifeng picked up an oyster mushroom and smelled it under his nose, curled his lips and threw it back into Qin Yuan's arms, "It doesn't smell at all."

"You don't understand this. Someone once said that one leg is better than two, and two legs are better than four. This one leg refers to these mushrooms." Qin Yuan explained.

"Oh... Those two legs refer to people, right?" Zifeng replied casually.

"Humans are so big, people are never food! Those with two legs are poultry, okay. Don't say that again, it's really disgusting!" Qin Yuan's face was dark, this Zifeng was so morally bankrupt There is no bottom line.

Seeing that Qin Yuan was really angry, Zifeng realized that he had said something wrong, and he said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll write it down." Then he didn't say any more.

Seeing Zifeng's aggrieved appearance, Qin Yuan felt a little regretful.

After all, Zifeng is also a victim. Although I can't understand his words and deeds, I can't criticize him casually with a moral stick.

Just as he was thinking about how to soothe his wounded heart, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw a good thing.

"You're lucky tonight." After Qin Yuan finished speaking, she got under an old tree. He gently pushed aside the weeds under the tree, only to see a reddish-brown mushroom cap exposed.

Qin Yuan first wrapped the mushrooms in his hand with the hem of his clothes, then he digged open the soil under the mushroom cap, and carefully pulled out the plump matsutake.

He put the matsutake under Zifeng's nose to let him smell it, and asked, "Is it delicious? This thing is called matsutake, and it's very rare even in the mountains. People over there are reluctant to eat it when they dig it up. It is to be sold at the market for money. Tonight is a celebration of your rebirth, so I will give it to you."

Qin Yuan also put in a lot of effort for this hot pot.After all, his cowhide has been blown out, so it's not good to embarrass himself too much.What's more, if Zifeng doesn't like to eat, maybe what will be cooked in the pot after a while is not hot pot but human flesh.

……

The two carefully avoided pedestrians all the way, and finally returned to Qin Yuan's residence.

I saw that the chaimen was closed tightly, and there was no light in the room. It seemed that Song Dongyue hadn't come back yet.

Although Qin Yuan was worried about Song Dongyue's injury, it was inconvenient for him to move around now, and he didn't know where Song Dongyue was, so he couldn't visit him for a while.

Fortunately, before he was arrested, He Qing ran over and told him that Song Dongyue was safe, so he didn't worry too much.

He pushed the chaimen open and let Zifeng in, "This is my home, you can sit on that stool for a while, I'll make you hot pot right now."

Zifeng nodded, instead of sitting down, he started to visit the dilapidated courtyard.

Qin Yuan didn't care about him, anyway, he didn't have any valuables at home, so he started to work alone.

He set aside the iron pot, chopped firewood, poured half a bucket of well water into the pot, and prepared to boil the water first.

Zifeng looked east and west in this yard, any ordinary gadget was very rare in his eyes.When the water was about to boil, he was attracted back by the smoking pot of boiling water.

He squatted beside Qin Yuan, staring straight at the pot of boiling water, and refused to leave again.

"Why not charcoal?"

"Uh... The conditions at home are not good, and besides, charcoal is not the most important thing." Qin Yuan put mushrooms, fungus, sliced ​​ginger, green onion and garlic into the big iron pot, while answering Zifeng's questions.

"Why not use a copper pot?"

"It's not critical." Qin Yuan continued to fool around.

"Why don't you use goji berries and red dates?"

"What about lamb? Lamb? Lamb?"

"Why did you lie to me?!"

Zifeng kept questioning Qin Yuan like a cannonball, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Get out! Why are there so many reasons?" Qin Yuan yelled at him, then got up and walked to the well.

There is a hemp rope tied to the tree trunk next to the well. The hemp rope is stretched straight, as if something is falling below.

Qin Yuan rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the hemp rope, and slowly lifted it up.There was a pot hanging under the hemp rope, a porcelain bowl was turned upside down on the top of the pot, and the outside was wrapped in oil paper, and a cotton rope was tied around the mouth of the pot to tie the oil paper tightly.

Qin Yuan put the jar on the mouth of the well, then opened the porcelain bowl, and saw that it was full of wolf meat stored by Song Dongyue.

Song Dongyue was thick and thin, and he shaved off the bones of the wolf meat, leaving only pure meat.Qin Yuan picked a few pieces of fat hind legs and put them in the big sea bowl beside him, then resealed the jar and put it down slowly.

When the rope was fully let go, the pot was just half submerged in the well water.This will keep the heat warm without getting water into the jar.The design of this refrigerator is practical and convenient, which fully embodies Song Dongyue's life wisdom.

Qin Yuan threw the more than a catty of wolf meat on the chopping board, sliced ​​it into thin slices with a kitchen knife, and rolled it symbolically again to avoid Zifeng's questioning.

It's just that the meat slices are of different thicknesses and not frozen enough, so the limp ones don't look good.

Zifeng originally wanted to offer some advice, but he watched Qin Yuan roll up each piece of meat carefully.Although the technique was a bit immature, but the attitude was commendable, so he thought about it and endured it.

The soup in the pot slowly boiled, and the aroma became stronger and stronger, and Zifeng finally calmed down.

He moved a stone bench and sat in front of the pot, dragging his cheeks with both hands, guarding the cauldron motionlessly, like a child waiting for dinner in a kindergarten.

"Don't drool in the pot, stay away!" Qin Yuan pulled Zifeng and the stool back a foot.If he continues to look at it like this, a good pot of soup will be ruined.

Seeing that the soup was ready, Qin Yuan sprinkled some coarse salt into it.Then he put the big bowl containing the meat rolls on the stone bench beside him, handed Zifeng a pair of chopsticks, and said to him, "You can eat it!"

The delicious food that he had been thinking about for a long time was finally ready to eat, but Zifeng was a little at a loss with his chopsticks. How on earth was he going to eat this thing?

"Put the meat in the pot and it will be ready to eat." After Qin Yuan finished speaking, she showed Zifeng a demonstration. He picked up the meat roll and shook it vigorously in the big iron pot.

And eight down and seven up, and then seven up and down...

The meat was really a bit thick, Qin Yuan rinsed it dozens of times before it was considered cooked, and then he put the meat slices into the empty bowl in front of Zifeng, and said to him, "Eat it."

Zifeng wasn't very skilled in using chopsticks, so he simply picked up the bowl and pulled the piece of meat into his mouth with chopsticks.

With one bite, Zifeng felt a bolt of lightning suddenly hit his soul.

There is such delicious food in this world!The previous 40 years of my life have been completely wasted!
The dust and dirt of forty fame is not as good as cooking mutton in a pot!
Why?Why let me eat such delicious food?What if I can't eat anymore in the future? !

Sure enough, just like what Qin Yuan said, when the instant-boiled meat is chewed lightly, the meat will overflow with juice, and the mouth will be fragrant.

All the taste buds are instantly activated, as if running naked on the prairie full of flowers...

But why is this mutton so hard?What about the smooth taste?
"This sheep is getting old, so you can make do with it first. The family's condition is not good, and you can only afford an old sheep right now, so don't make any comments." Qin Yuan knew that Zifeng had doubts again at a glance. When he opened his mouth, he gagged his mouth.

But Zifeng didn't have a chance to speak, he put the meat into his mouth piece by piece, almost without stopping.

Later, he felt that eating like this was not enjoyable enough, so he directly skewered four or five slices of meat on the chopsticks at a time, and boiled them in the pot like mutton skewers.

Since skewering meat would affect his eating progress, Qin Yuan was forced to take on the job of skewering meat.He was in charge of eating, and Qin Yuan was in charge of skewering. The two cooperated tacitly and started working like an assembly line.

If Qin Yuan moved slowly and couldn't keep up with his meat-eating speed, he would hum coquettishly and then give Qin Yuan a fierce look.

Seeing that the plate of meat had bottomed out, he still refused to give up, took another large pot of soup with a spoon, and drank it.

"Aren't you afraid of being stuffed to death, aren't you afraid of being scalded to death? You have eaten up a pot of meat, and you won't even save me a mouthful of soup?" Qin Yuan hurriedly poured out a bowl of soup after speaking.

If he didn't drink any more, he might only be able to eat the dregs at the bottom of the pot.

(End of this chapter)