Food on the tip of your tongue

Xiao Xie came out..." Taking advantage of the moonlight pouring in from the window, he grabbed the arm of Zhan Feng who was sleeping on the pillow and shook, "...hungry. "

Zhan Fengyou opened his eyes, his black pupils shone brightly in the darkness, "Little thing, you should go to bed."

"Hungry... Xiaoxie will be hungry too..." Little Tail rubbed his deflated belly: "I'm afraid of being hungry."

Zhan Feng frowned, no doubt all of them are top-notch foodies now.

Even the skinny little guy... He tried his best to relax his cold and hard facial expression, and said as softly as possible: "Eating so much food, do you grow some flesh?" Holding the thin and delicate wrist of the little tail, he said: " Can you tell me why you don't gain weight?"

Little Tail thought about it seriously, and concluded after a while: "Big stomach, you can eat it." Xiaoxie told him that only people with big stomachs can eat it, and he must have a big stomach to be able to eat that much.

Zhan Feng has gradually accepted his way of expression, sat up, wrapped his robe around the child and said, "Go...to find something to eat."

With deep internal strength and good skills, he guessed Qin Yang's whereabouts when he left, and just heard Qin Yang's faint sound when he landed, thinking that he had returned.

Xiaowei wrapped himself in a robe like a silkworm chrysalis, watching Zhan Feng get out of bed and light the lamp.

"Come down." Zhan Feng tilted his head and lazily looked at the little tail sitting motionless on the bed.

The little tail was tightly wrapped in the robe and twisted, "I can't go." It took so much effort to wrap it so tightly that he didn't want to untie it.

Zhan Feng touched his nose unnaturally, walked over and easily held him in his arms like a child.

Little Tail smiled shyly: "Thank you."

Zhan Feng smiled and said, "I have great strength."

"Big man..." Little Tail squeezed Zhan Feng's arm through his clothes: "It's hard."

Zhan Feng shook his head and sneered: "..." Is this considered [beep]... harassment?

Opening the door, a cool night breeze came in. He wrapped the robe around the little guy again, pointed to the bright kitchen and said, "Look, someone is cooking supper, and the little guy is going to have a good time."

Little Tail nodded joyfully: "It's a blessing."

Zhan Feng strode towards the kitchen with him in his arms, while Little Tail hid obediently in his arms.

The big man's chest is very warm, his heartbeat is strong and powerful, he can hear it completely, thump, thump, thump... The child thinks it is fun, counting silently in his heart...

Seeing him opening his mouth silently, Zhan Feng asked, "What did you say?"

"51...52...count." Little Tail whispered, "Sixty...your heartbeat."

Zhan Feng paused, he was already standing outside the kitchen door.

Inside the room, Qin Yang raised the knife with his forehand and slashed at the peeled and cleaned civet cat on the chopping board, "Mr. Qin." Zhan Feng called loudly.

Qin Yang swung his knife to chop the meat, and said calmly, "Little thing didn't sleep?"

"Hungry..." Lifted his small head from Zhan Feng's chest: "Let Xiaoxie go..." reminded Qin Yang worriedly.

After Qin Yang chopped the civet, he said to Zhan Feng: "Please help me light the fire, I will put this thing in the pot and stew it for supper."

Zhan Feng nodded, walked into the kitchen, sat by the stove, hugged the child with one hand, and lit a fire with the other.

Familiar with brushing the pot and adding water, waiting for the time when the water boiled, Qin Yang poured out the dry goods he had searched from Du's house, cut some shredded abalone, shredded mushrooms, shredded fungus and a little chicken breast on the chopping board, and prepared the shredded ginger , red dates, tangerine peel, Codonopsis pilosula and half antler.

When the water in the pot boiled, he put the minced civet meat into the pot. The meat of the civet was completely blanched in the cup of tea. He took out the meat with a bamboo filter and scooped the boiling water out of the pot. Brush the pot and add water, then add civet meat pieces in turn, add dried abalone shreds, mushroom shreds, fungus shreds, chicken shreds, and then add appropriate amount of salt, bay leaves, star anise, cinnamon, ginger shreds, red dates, tangerine peel, Dangshen, velvet antler, cover the pot and tell Zhan Feng to boil on high heat.

Zhan Feng looked at the various health-enhancing herbs he added to the pot, and asked, "This soup is very nourishing, so I'm afraid it's not appropriate to eat more."

"It's all good for Qi and strengthening the body. It's okay." Qin Yang took off his apron, "Please burn it first, I'll call them out."

"En." Zhan Feng and Chai responded.

Qin Yang looked at the night, took out the key to the woodshed from his sleeve, went to the door and unlocked it.

On the yellow corn pile in the firewood room, two young men spread out on it in a strange posture, with their mouths slightly open, sleeping soundly.

Qin Yang's heart tightened, he lit a candle, and walked towards the corn pile.

He still remembered that many books described all kinds of wonderful appearances when people fell asleep, but now...he just realized that the beautiful things described in classic poems and songs are not entirely credible.

He stood beside Zhang Yonghuan, who was as sweet as a child with his head tilted, his limbs wide open, his posture open, and he was sleepless, examining his sleeping face.

Zhang Yonghuan's appearance is not very outstanding. It can be said that apart from his good-looking brows and eyes, he is a little whiter than ordinary men, and he is completely a passerby in the crowd. He will never attract attention, and he will never laugh again. To overwhelm the country and kill all living beings in seconds.

Zhang Yonghuan, who was deeply asleep, would never have noticed that when Qin Yang looked at him, he had affectionate and sparkling hot eyes.

He also won't realize that his sleeping posture is very bad, and the saliva is flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Yang stared at his sleeping face without a trace of disgust, slowly bent down, and wiped the drool off his lips with the pulp of his right index finger.

"Rogue!" Zhu Xie opened his sleepy eyes and glared at him viciously.

"Go out to eat." Qin Yang sealed Zhang Yonghuan's sleeping hole at the fastest speed in his life, "Get out."

"Shameless and skinless!" Zhu Xie cursed in a hoarse voice, paralyzed on the corn pile and motionless.

"My back hurts, my hands and feet are sore, and I can't walk." He just wants to be so ignorant, he just wants to destroy Qin Yang's good deeds so viciously, Qin Yang makes him feel uncomfortable, he must repay it, let him Qin Yang couldn't do it either.

Qin Yang gritted his teeth in resentment: "You bastard!" After cursing, he stretched out his hand to release Zhang Yonghuan's sleeping hole, and called softly, "Brother Huan, get up, it's time to eat."

A certain person whose dream was disturbed frowned displeasedly and murmured indistinctly, slowly opened his eyes, focused on Qin Yang's soft face, hooked the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a dark voice. Mute: "Let us go out?"

Qin Yang glanced at the half-peeled corn cob: "Eat." He knew that it would be a disaster for the two of them to get together.

"I'm so hungry!" Zhang Yonghuan got up from the corn pile with dizziness and panting, "I'm already hungry, and I don't know I'm hungry when I fall asleep."

Taking a sneak peek at Qin Yang's expression, Zhang Yonghuan held his empty stomach and said, "Brother Belly, you have suffered, you must report in advance next time you go out for a picnic!"

Zhu Xie's eyes turned white, he staggered to his feet, leaned on Zhang Yonghuan's shoulders, crossed his shoulders and said, "Don't pay attention to those two idiots, let's go for supper."

Obviously, the second idiot was the boss Qin who left him alone at home because they went out for a picnic secretly, and when they came back from the picnic, he became so jealous that he went crazy, blamed them, and punished them for starving and fainting.

Qin Yang rubbed his swollen and sore temples in depression: "..." Life must not go on like this anymore.

17. Delicacy civet...

Smelling the scent wafting from the kitchen, Zhu Xie and Zhang Yonghuan immediately glowed, their eyes glowed with green light, and they rushed in like chicken blood.

Zhan Feng was holding his little tail in one hand and cooking the stewed civet civet in the other, "Master." He turned his head and called out politely.

Zhang Yonghuan raised his nose and straightened his eyes: "What is it? It smells so good."

Zhu Xie jumped over in a hurry: "Pheasant chicken?"

"Civet cat." Qin Yang, who was standing at the door, walked in and said, "Go and wash your face first."

A soup pot of meaty meat mixed with a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine, the soup is rich, and the delicacy civet with fatty meat is brought to Zhang Yonghuan.

Zhang Yonghuan rubbed his hands on his clothes without trouble: "Can I eat?" He was really hungry.

"You went to steal it?" Zhu Xie looked at Qin Yang with a charming smile: "Slap me and give me a sweet date? You can use both soft and hard tactics, and the Huairou strategy is well used!"

The corners of Qin Yang's eyes twitched slightly: "Don't repent?" Very well, Zhu Xie started to make him angry again.

Zhu Xie covered his mouth and said, "Eat." After he was full, he had the strength to deal with him.

Zhang Yonghuan had already put down his chopsticks and started eating a rare civet that he had never tasted before from the soup bowl.

Not to be outdone, Zhu Xie took two pairs of chopsticks and attacked left and right.

"I want to eat." Little Tail looked up at Zhan Feng: "Hungry."

Zhan Feng made a small bowl for him, stayed away from the pot, and went back to the house with his tail in his arms.

Qin Yang quietly watched them gobble up, took the ground grains and said, "Take it and eat while I cook something."

Zhang Yonghuan's mouth was full of greasy food, and pink bubbles burst out of his eyes looking at the civet meat: "The meat is delicious, not fat or greasy, the taste is rich and attractive, and it is extremely delicious."

As expected, the real person does not show his face, and Qin Yang's cooking skills are not far behind him.

Qin Yang smiled, "Drink the soup first, and then eat some porridge later before eating meat." He stated calmly: "Civet cats are calm in nature and sweet in taste, and they are a great tonic for Qi and health. I added a few more medicinal herbs, eating too much will easily cause Yang Qi to rise and the meridians to be disordered."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded, and said clearly: "If you eat too much, you will overfill it, right?"

"Ah."

Zhang Yonghuan scooped up the soup with a bowl, "Take it easy, you've been fed up too much, Xiao Xie."

Zhu Xie didn't care about it, and said: "I'll eat it to death, this food is so delicious. Delicacy, delicacy."

Zhang Yonghuan drank the soup and commented: "The soup is a little bland and not stewed through."

Zhu Xie gnawed at the meat and said: