Food on the tip of your tongue

Ren Chongsheng said calmly, "I can't help myself."

Mo Wushang sternly said, "Who is your master? The emperor or someone else?"

Zhang Yonghuan scratched his hair helplessly, "This relationship is too messy, why don't we sort it out slowly another day, and cook and eat now."

He turned around and hurried to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Qin Yang sharpened his knife and slaughtered the civet cat.

"Can we drive them away?" Zhang Yonghuan asked distressedly: "There are so many people that we can't support them, and there's not enough food!"

Qin Yang pondered for a while and said, "You really don't want to avenge your father?"

Zhang Yonghuan sneered and said, "When will the mandarin mandarin mandarin couple repay him? Even if he is avenged, he will not be able to survive, and the thousands of people in the villa will not be resurrected from the dead." Xiang Qin Yang: "What do you think? Revenge or... let go?"

Qin Yang couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "I'm afraid those people won't let you go."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled disapprovingly: "The ones who should come can't hide, at worst they come and treat them to a good meal and bribe them. Let alone avenge my father like this now, I'm afraid I don't even have the energy to beat up two little ruffians."

Qin Yang skillfully slaughtered the civet, bled and skinned the civet, and his mind fluctuated, "It's okay, those people dare not do it easily with me."

Zhang Yonghuan said gratefully: "Thank you, brother, for protecting me."

Qin Yang's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer.

Yuan Dapang came in with firewood in his arms and said, "The old grandson closed the door of the store, and the father and son selling plasters are standing in the yard, can you let them go?"

Zhang Yonghuan stopped what he was doing, and said to the yard: "Are you two still going? I can eat meat with Mo Wushang, and I won't starve you. Why don't you two stop selling plasters and follow him? "

The two father and son standing under the big locust tree looked at each other without answering.

Zhang Yonghuan cut the chicken with a kitchen knife and said, "Brother Qin, you can stew civet cats in a crock pot, and I will fry a few dishes in a firewood pot."

Qin Yang responded lightly, and said: "There is a farmer in the east of the town who is in a hurry to sell their half-grown pigs for money. Do you want to raise them?"

"Little piglets, or half-grown sows?" Zhang Yonghuan calculated the time by cutting the chicken and said, "Buy it now, it can be bred almost in winter, and the piglets can be harvested next spring. Is the price expensive?"

Qin Yang responded vaguely and casually. After cleaning, the civet took the crock pot and went outside to stew meat on the fire stove.

Zhang Yonghuan cut up the ingredients, signaled Yuan Dapang to turn on the fire, and added water to wash the pot to prepare for cooking.

First, add a little sesame oil to the pot, mix the diced and salted chicken pieces with a little flour, and throw them into the pot together with shredded green onion and ginger, home-brewed rice wine and chicken.

After stir frying a few times, I took out a crock pot containing noodle sauce from the cupboard, scooped up half a spoonful and added it into the pot. The sauce was fragrant and mouth-watering. Stir fry continuously for a while, then took a clean plate out of the pot Put it on a plate, and a serving of fried chicken with sauce is ready.

Put a spoonful of sesame oil into the pot, stir-fry the prepared chili, scallion, and ginger, pour half a pot full of Chinese cabbage into the pot, add an appropriate amount of salt, two spoonfuls of sugar, half a spoonful of balsamic vinegar, and turn over Stir-fry for a while, until the cabbage becomes soft and mature, and the hot and sour taste is completely evaporated, then take it out of the pan and put it on a plate.

Yuan Dapang, who was cooking the fire, looked at the ingredients prepared on the table, and said, "Boss Huan cooks so many dishes, why don't you pay for it?"

Zhang Yonghuan added water to wash the pot briefly, and said with a smile: "Let's have a good meal tonight."

Scoop out a large spoonful of sesame oil and heat it in a pan with the spoon. When the oil temperature rises and smokes, fry the prepared sweet potato vermicelli in the hot oil until it foams, then remove it and cut it into pieces Pour the green onion, ginger, garlic, dried chili into the pot, fry the vermicelli with minced meat until it is fully mature, and then add the hot oil left over from the vermicelli frying to the pot, add salt and soy sauce to collect the juice, and wait The oil juice in the pot is dried up, just take it out of the pot and put it on a plate.

Afterwards, Zhang Yonghuan made twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu and stir-fried green peppers, and hastily made a pot of winter melon tofu soup before giving up and preparing to serve.

It was dusk, the sun was setting, Zhu Xie and Xiaowei set up the dining table in the small courtyard on their own initiative, and everyone sat down around the table, waiting for the food to be served.

Even Ouchi Shadow Guard, who was down and disabled with unknown origin, moved a chair and put it at the corner of the table.

Zhu Xie bared his white teeth and smiled at him: "You are really self-conscious."

Ren Chongsheng lowered his head and remained silent.

The two father and son who sold the plaster were seduced to salivate when they smelled the scent wafting from the kitchen. As soon as the table was set, the two of them also leaned towards the corner of the table, "Okay, Mr. Mo, come out of the bandit's lair. Our father and son haven’t eaten all day.”

Mo Wushang nodded slightly, agreeing to let them join the corner of the table.

Little Tail looked at the tiger-headed kid whose half face was swollen like a pig's head, and said, "Tangguazi...he is Tangguazi."

Zhan Feng couldn't help but look at the tiger-headed kid a few more times: "Sell plasters and sell them to the bandit's lair, was it exposed and beaten?"

The tiger-headed kid bulged his cheeks angrily, and said, "Whoever makes them keep doing things that are harmful to nature and reason, we can't blame us for putting plasters on their limbs and feet that don't work."

Zhang Yonghuan untied his scarf and came out of the kitchen, and said with a smile, "So you're making sense? If your plaster is really effective, why would your father lead you around the streets to act and bluff people?"

The tiger-headed kid knew he was wrong, looked at Zhang Yonghuan with a guilty conscience, and said, "Our house was flooded, and the fields were washed away. We have no money and food. How can we survive if we don't sell plasters in the streets? Our father and I need to eat. !"

The tiger-headed boy's father blushed in embarrassment, and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at the pale and wounded father and son, and said to Mo Wushang like a virgin, "Don't you like to help others? Take these two fathers and sons as your errands, anyway, you are gentlemen." They are rich and powerful, and provide a place for their father and son to settle down."

Mo Wushang sized up their father and son and said, "Stay by my side, don't go out and sell plasters to deceive people again, can you do it?"

The tiger-headed kid's father nodded in fear: "As long as you are willing to accept our father and son into the Gentleman's Hall, the two of us will fulfill our duties in the future and wait for you to order!"

Zhang Yonghuan touched his nose with a smile, "Xiao Xu, serve the food."

24. Raising pigs and planting trees

In the middle of the night, the full moon hangs high, casting silver light all over the place.Insomnia Zhang Yonghuan put on his clothes and knocked on Qin Yang's door.

"How much do you know about my father, the emperor and the leader of the Shadow Demon League?" He took a sip of his cold tea and asked Qin Yang who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes, looked him over firmly, and said, "Are you cultivating the Tao?"

Zhang Yonghuan was caught off guard by such a jumping topic. He was stunned for a while and said, "Is it difficult? If it's too difficult, I can't persevere." He has always been a realist, and he has never dreamed that one day he will achieve the right result and become a fairy. Not to mention the dream of love and obsession for thousands of years, because those are too unrealistic.

Even if the thoughts in his mind that do not belong to him tell him that some things are real, he still refuses to accept them from the bottom of his heart, because those experiences do not belong to him, and do not belong to the people from 21. Zhang Yonghuan of Century Earth.

Unwilling to be bound by those things, unwilling to be bewitched by those thoughts, Zhang Yonghuan stubbornly has his own persistence.

Qin Yang looked at him with unfathomable eyes. He has lived in the world for thousands of years, even if he has not become a fairy, he has almost become a human being. Some things that are covered by wind and dust can be easily captured by him. Let everyone see through, such as the chaotic life of the old owner of Phoenix Mountain Villa.

Qin Yang got down from the bed, his distant eyes fell on the window sills filled with moonlight, his waist-length black hair poured down his back like flowing water, his knuckle fingers slowly smoothed the folds of the cuffs of the indigo cloth, he quietly Standing in front of Zhang Yonghuan, he said, "Reincarnated in the ninth life, can you believe in the destiny?" The pleasant voice that came out was a little different from the usual dull and deep.

If Zhang Yonghuan were to describe Qin Yang at this time in words, then he would definitely say: Beautiful!Extraordinary and free from vulgarity, like a banished fairy!A face as soft and gentle as water, a voice as magnetic as a cold flute, black hair like ink, embellished with a handsome and attractive face, if this type of man was placed in modern times, he would surely be admired and fascinated by modern women.

He sighed enviously, dragged his chin and said: "There is a definite number somewhere, and you have to believe in these things..." Pointing to his nose, he said: "For example, I never thought about my own life before. It will end like that, but now...the facts are right in front of my eyes, and I have no choice but to believe it."

Qin Yang sat down next to Zhang Yonghuan with no expression on his face. His black eyes were bright and dazzling. He lowered his eyelashes and frowned slightly as if he had fallen into a distant memory.

"Decades ago, the old owner of Fenghuang Mountain Villa had a group of wives and concubines, but none of them could give birth to a man and a woman. He didn't have a son until he was over half a century old. From then on, he treated the child like a rare treasure. The child was born She is very beautiful, named Qinghua. After a little growth, the child's handsome appearance became more and more attractive. When the child was five or six years old, he happened to follow his father to the market, but was caught by a wandering river and lake. The sorcerer calculated that if he wanted to avoid disasters due to the fate of half his life, he had to stop stepping out of Fenghuang Villa. If he could live in Phoenix Villa before the age of 30, he would be able to live comfortably in Phoenix Villa for the rest of his life. Don't worry about it. Otherwise, it will...disaster for the rest of your life, and you will be full of evil. Later, the news that there was a man as precious as gold and jade in Phoenix Villa spread like wildfire, and everyone in the Song Dynasty knew it.