Chaimen hears the barking of dogs

A basket of fish and shrimp can be said to be too much or too little, and there is absolutely no way to finish a meal.Ren Feng will make a bowl of Sanxian soup on the day when the baskets are collected. The so-called Sanxian soup is named by Ren Feng himself, but there are really more than three ingredients in it.

Returning home with the basket, Ren Feng poured all the fish and shrimps in it into a clay basin. This clay basin was bought by Ren Feng after holding back for a long time. It cost a full 100 Wen. The main issue is the geographical location of Lijia Village. These pots and jars were all brought in from Xile Mountain. They are fragile, so hard-won things are naturally expensive.Usually it is mainly used by Ren Feng to wash his face and take a bath, and occasionally to hold things.

Because of the hot weather, some small fish had already died, but because they died not long ago, Ren Feng would also stay.In addition to fish, there are many shrimps, snails, and crabs in the basket. Ren Feng only eats these aquatic products when he is in the city. In the mountains where he used to live, he rarely saw fish.

Ren Feng usually picks two fresh and larger fish, washes them together with shrimps, crabs and snails, then pours them into a pot, adds onion, ginger, salt oil, and boils them over low heat until the water boils. When the umami taste comes up, throw some shredded mushrooms, diced fungus, and bracken leaves, and it's ready to serve.

People who have never tasted it will definitely feel that so many freshwater fish will be fishy if boiled together. In fact, it is not the case. Speaking of the method of boiling fish, shrimp and crab together, it was also taught to Ren Feng by the master from the south of the Yangtze River. There is such a dish, because the fish, shrimp and crab are all fresh, except for the freshness and sweetness, there is almost no fishy smell.

Ren Feng served himself a bowl of soup, which contained a fish, some shrimps and crabs, and most of them were vegetables, and then added white rice to continue cooking the rest.

When the rice with three delicacies was ready, Ren Feng ate corn pancakes with three delicacies soup, while Xiao Huang ate rice with three delicacies.

Xiao Huang loves the three delicacies fried rice very much. Whenever Ren Feng makes it, he will wag his tail for a long time and stare at the stove for a long time with a pair of black eyes.

"Look, how good am I to you? I will leave all the good things to you." Ren Feng would complain occasionally, whether he was being too kind. After all, Xiao Huang is just a dog. He was sick before, but now he is sick. It has been healed for a long time, but the food is still better than him.This seems very unreasonable.But complaints are complaints, Ren Feng is happy to see Xiao Huang grow up and get better, it's like watching his own child grow up slowly.

"You have to be good in the future!" Ren Feng squatted down and touched Xiao Huang's head after eating the corn tortillas.

Xiao Huang raised his head, licked the fresh soup around his mouth with his tongue, glanced at Ren Feng, and then continued to eat with his head down, as if to say, when did it become misbehaved?

Ren Feng patted Xiao Huang's head again, and then got up to deal with the remaining small fish.

Remove the scales, internal organs, and gills of the fish, and then smear salt on the body and inside of the fish, put it in a small tank to pickle, and press a heavy enough stone on top.Two to three days, when the salt has penetrated into the fish bones, the fish can be taken out.Place in a vent to air dry.In this way, the fish can not only be preserved for a long time, but also when cooking rice in summer, put green onion and ginger in the belly of the fish, smear wine, stick it on the side of the pot, and when the rice is ready, the fish will be ready, salty and fresh , hard, fragrant, the most is the meal.

Ren Feng used to eat it in the lunch box of the Jiangnan master, and he has read it until today. Although he made it himself, due to limited materials, the taste is definitely not as good as that time, but even so, Ren Feng also feels very satisfied. up.

After handling the fish, Ren Feng went to the chicken pen to watch the chicks for a while.At noon, when the sun was at its strongest, Ren Feng huddled in the room, weaving bamboo baskets, or teaching Xiao Huang simple movements, shaking hands or congratulating and so on.

"Give me your right hand." Ren Feng sat squatting and looked at his little zodiac.

Xiao Huang will be a little reluctant at this time, but he will still stretch out a paw to rest on Ren Feng's hand, and then shake it a few times with Ren Feng.

"Change to the left hand." Ren Feng let go of his hand with a satisfied smile and said again.

After Xiao Huang put down his right paw, he didn't want to stretch out his left paw.Because often after it stretched out its left paw, Ren Feng would ask it to stretch out its right paw, and this went back and forth for a long time. It didn't know what Ren Feng was going to do, but it didn't bother to move.

"Switch to the left hand?" Ren Feng said, but Xiao Huang stood up uninterestedly, and then walked to Ren Feng's legs, because Ren Feng was squatting, and Xiao Huang barely made any effort to move Jumped onto Ren Feng's lap, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Ren Feng couldn't help laughing when he saw its actions. Xiao Huang liked to sleep on his lap before, but at that time it was small and could spread its whole body on his lap. The ball can prevent any paw from falling out, and the tail must be attached to its body.

"You slacker, is it comfortable to sleep like this?" Ren Feng stood up holding Xiao Huang as he said so. Sore feet.

He hugged Xiao Huang to the bed, watched it move slightly, stretched its limbs, and fell asleep.

Ren Feng looked at its relaxed appearance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.Finding a small bench on one side, Ren Feng hugged the bamboo Mi with a smooth bamboo skin that he had picked out two days ago to his hand.

He is going to weave a bamboo mat. There are summer mats for sale here, but they are made of straw mats.

Ren Feng has never weaved bamboo mats, he has only seen them, but seeing them and making them by himself are obviously two different things. First of all, although bamboo mats are soft, they are not comparable to mats. One less carelessness will still break them. Do it again, because if you keep this paragraph, the severed head will pierce someone while sleeping.

Ren Feng spent three hours braiding, but only one-third of the length.However, for Ren Feng, he already had a great sense of accomplishment. He raised his hand and looked at the fingers stabbed by Zhu Mi. All ten fingers were gradually cut to varying degrees.Because this bamboo mat is different from the bamboo mat that Ren Feng usually makes baskets, it is very thin, so that it can be relatively flat after weaving, so as not to cause pain when sleeping.

Ren Feng blew on his sore fingers, and felt a heavy weight on his thigh, and then he licked something hot and humid on his fingers.

Ren Feng turned his head and saw that Xiao Huang had woken up at some point, with his front legs resting on his thighs, stretching out his head to lick his fingers.

Ren Feng also let it lick, touched Xiao Huang's head with the other hand, and said, "Xiao Huang, you are so good."

Xiao Huang just slightly raised her beautiful black eyes to look at Ren Feng, then stretched out her long tongue and licked Ren Feng's cheek, then jumped back to the ground, flicked her tail, and lay down at Ren Feng's feet.

Ren Feng looked at Xiao Huang, he became more and more unpredictable about Xiao Huang's temperament.When I was a child, I was like a puppy, not very lively, but very cute.But the older he gets, the more lazy he seems to be. He is very smart, but he is not as good as obedient.Sometimes when he looked up at Ren Feng, Ren Feng felt as if he was being watched by someone. Does a dog have a kind of eyes called deep eyes?

Thinking of this, Ren Feng shook his head and continued the bamboo mat weaving project in his hand.

On the other hand, Ding Bing, who was sent to find the Taoist priest in Maoshan, was not so leisurely.He tried his best to inquire in the capital, staring at the scorching sun, but he dared not take a sip of tea.

The matter of the son of the Li family is indeed true, and naturally the Taoist priest of Maoshan is indeed a real person, but this Taoist priest of Maoshan originally traveled all over the world. After leaving the Li family, no one knows where he went?

Ding Bing searched all the Taoist temples near Kyoto, but he couldn't find this Maoshan Taoist priest.

According to the description of the Li family, this Maoshan Taoist priest is quite old, with a goatee, a wrinkled face and a thin, tattered Taoist robe. I want to change into a new Taoist robe, but they still don't want it, saying that the clothes don't want to be good, as long as they are used to wearing them.In the end, he left without even drinking a sip of water.

Anyway, he is a character of immortal style.After all, such a person should be very easy to find.But there are quite a lot of gorgeously dressed people, prominent people, and dignified people in the capital, but the old man in dilapidated clothes is the only one missing.

Ding Bing wiped the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that the sky was going to kill him. As a servant, he couldn't get out of the capital, and he didn't have clairvoyance and ears. Has anyone left Kyoto...

Just when I was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do, I heard a heavy voice, "The benefactor is looking for a poor man?"

When Ding Bing turned his head, he saw a brown-yellow face like a withered wood, and the gray beard became the only decoration on that face.While Ding Bing was startled, he began to look up and down at the old man in front of him.

Wearing a tattered Taoist robe, even the cap was missing a corner, with a thin face and a gray beard, Jia Ding Bing felt that his body was trembling.

"You...you are that Maoshan Taoist priest?" Jia Ding Bing pointed at the old man in front of him and stuttered.

The old man didn't seem to care about the disrespect of being pointed at by his fingers, he stroked his beard and nodded, "I've heard about Prince Qi Rui, you lead the way!" The old Taoist's voice was deep, like Hong Zhong.

Ding Bing nodded hurriedly, he looked up at the blue sky, and thought, God still has eyes!