Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Hmm~Wow~" Qin Jingru stretched.

With a somersault, he jumped up from the bed.

I got out of bed and walked out of the door. In the courtyard, Cao Wei, Lou Xiao'e and Qin Huairu were practicing boxing.

"Why didn't you call me?" Qin Jingru took a step and ran over.

"Who can you blame for not getting enough sleep?" Qin Huairu nodded at her: "Today is a good day."

The air in the mountains is much fresher.

Cao Wei felt the same way.

To be honest, he had never experienced a time when the air was too turbid in his previous life.

Only after experiencing it, you will know how outrageous the air in the city is during this period. Sandstorms, pollution, and so on make it all gray. When you go out for a walk, you almost feel your nose is clogged up before you feel anything. When you are in the mountains and rivers, the freshness of the air is simply refreshing.

Qin Jingru consciously entered the stretching state.

Exercise the muscles, bones and skin externally, and practice one breath internally.

When they practice martial arts, they are not seeking to build muscles, but to maintain good health.

In fact, the muscles of most Chinese masters are not too outrageous. In the field of martial arts, muscles are both important and unimportant. Muscles consume energy, so there is no such thing as external training. On the one hand, muscle training is not difficult. It is the surface of the surface. It will gradually form as long as you use it. On the other hand, tendons, bones and skin are much more difficult than muscles. As the saying goes, if the tendons grow one inch, your life will be extended by ten years.

It's not about becoming a macho man or a strong woman, but it's quite good in anti-aging aspects.

This is why these people, although not young anymore, still look like they are in their twenties or thirties.

"What do you think of what the mayor said yesterday?" Qin Huairu asked while wiping the sweat off her face.

"I understand. Let's do as he says. It's really dangerous to walk at night."

This is not a large human settlement, so it is normal for one or two wild animals to pop up here during this period.

Yesterday, when they were closing their stalls, Fatty Lin discussed something with Cao Wei. Fatty Lin first expressed his welcome to Cao Wei to set up a stall here, and then asked Cao Wei how long he planned to stay here.

It would have been fine if he didn't know Cao Wei's identity, but now that he knew it, he roughly understood what Fatty Lin meant.

Originally, Cao Wei planned to stay until the end of the season and eat enough mushrooms before leaving, but seeing Fatty Lin's expression, he couldn't bear it and finally said one week.

A week is not a big deal. The food is delicious, but you can't eat it every day.

Facing the morning light, a few people packed up and headed towards the market.

They were the last to arrive, after all, they still needed mushrooms to cook. How could they start the fire without the ingredients?

The sun is shining at nine o'clock and the temperature is just right.

"Ah!" Qin Jingru exclaimed softly.

"What's the matter?" Qin Huairu followed.

She pointed to their booth.

Cao Wei: ...

There were many more things on their stalls, including rice noodles, vegetable leaves, and even a piece of smoked ham...

"Hiss, wow, this is worth a lot of money..." Several of them walked over.

Cao Wei was just about to clean up, but then he was stunned. He found that there were ten more earthen stoves than he had built, and there were pots placed on the ten extra stoves.

"Are you going to tire me to death?" Qin Jingru's gaze instantly shifted from the ham to the pot.

There are a lot of things, most of which are local specialties.

There are Pu'er tea, rice noodles, ham and other delicious things.

"They are willing to give this away. It seems that our country is getting better and better." Lou Xiao'e always looks at problems from a different perspective.

In the past, this place was not considered to be a very wealthy place, so giving away a large ham was quite a big deal.

"It can be used to enhance the flavor." Cao Wei licked his lips.

The ham made with traditional methods has a special aroma. If the skill is good enough, the taste will be even better. He knew at a glance that this ham was not made by a novice. It was a very exquisite ingredient.

"Okay, let's cook it first. People will come later and there will be no goods. It's troublesome."

There are not many people at the market at this stage, and most of them are in the mountains.

He has collected the things, and the mushroom soup pot needs to be prepared.

Master Cao gradually started to get busy.

The three women were not idle either. Qin Huairu first gathered the gifts and put them aside. Then she joined the busy army.

The first place that people who came down from the mountain went to was not the mushroom stall, but Cao Wei's mushroom soup pot.

Their reputation has spread.

There are many people who come here to see the stall, and they surround it in three layers.

What surprised Cao Wei was that today there were market managers who came to help maintain order, and they also told everyone that the stall would only be open until the afternoon and would be closed in the afternoon.

"Hiss, you're right, you're really right, it tastes really good. Some ingredients were added today. The old man gave him the ham and he just added it in. I really have never seen a human being like this." The uncle drank the soup with a smile. He felt as if he was holding a bowl of something called "happiness" in his hand.

"Hey, Aza, how about we have a banquet?" someone suggested.

"Yes, Aza, come to think of it, we haven't had a banquet for many years."

Banquets are a tradition of most ethnic minorities, such as bonfire dinners. What are the differences between these banquets? Apart from the customs, there is not much difference. Most of them are just gatherings, singing, drinking, chatting, and dancing. Apart from fixed holidays, any reason can be a reason for a banquet.

There hasn't been a banquet in this area for a long time.

"Yeah, come to think of it, I was still a big guy at the last banquet." Uncle Aza was stunned: "Well, let's go and discuss it?"

"That makes sense. I'll go after the party is over."

"it is good!"

When busy Master Cao saw diners eating mushrooms with happy smiles, he always had a strange thought, is this an illusion caused by poisoning? Whenever this thought came to him, Master Cao felt that he was probably stupid. With his way of handling things, how could such a situation occur? He sat in front of his stall in a daze.

Several women were chattering about the gifts that were sent today. In addition to food, there were also several local specialty clothes. Yunnan's batik was also quite famous.

He didn't go to see it. After a day's work, his favorite thing was to sit quietly, watching the clouds rolling in the sky, lighting a cigarette and clearing his mind.