Food on the tip of your tongue

What soybeans and sesame corn?

Chen Xiaoxu carried the basket into the corn field, followed by Yuan Dapang lavishly breaking the corn cobs.

Zhang Yonghuan was speechless, and picked up a sickle to cut soybeans.

At noon, Yuan Dapang and Chen Xiaoxu got out of the cornfield and walked to the yard with two baskets of corn.

Zhang Yonghuan was squatting in the ground, cutting a small piece of soybeans with a sickle.

After a while, Qin Yang also came out of the cornfield sweating profusely. Qin Yang, who had completely transformed into a farmer, walked over from the other side of the field carrying two baskets full of corn.

After cutting the last handful of soybeans with full pods, Zhang Yonghuan sat down on the pile of soybeans, gasping for breath with exhausted waist and legs.

Qin Yang looked at the messy pile of soybeans and said with a smile, "Go back, I'll take it back in the afternoon."

Zhang Yonghuan opened his eyes, wiped away the astringent sweat that dripped into his eyes, and said, "I won't grow anything next year, be firm!"

Qin Yang smiled again, "If you like it, keep planting. You are responsible for planting, and I will be responsible for harvesting."

Zhang Yonghuan sighed, and curled the corners of his mouth, saying: "That's kind!" Pointing to the pile of soybeans sitting under his buttocks, he said: "See? These soybeans are still a hybrid variety, and there are some black beans in them .”

Qin Yang bent down and took a closer look: "Black beans are also a good thing, come on, pack them up and peel them to make porridge for lunch."

Zhang Yonghuan thought for a while, got up and picked out all the black beans in the pile of soybeans, muttering: "Eat black beans to nourish the kidney, nourish the kidney."

Qin Yang couldn't help but laugh: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan suddenly raised his head to look at him, and said, "You know kung fu, right? Do you know internal kung fu? Use your internal kung fu to cut down the things that should be mowed, right? "

Qin Yang felt a huge thunder explode above his head, and almost couldn't hold his breath and fainted, "The internal strength can't do that."

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him questioningly, "No, not all people with strong internal strength can fly over walls, ride wind and waves, and landslides..."

Qin Yang interrupted him with a headache: "That can only be done by a god-man with profound Taoism. Ordinary people can only fly over the roof and walk over walls, and fly with a sword and have some swordsmanship and martial arts."

Zhang Yonghuan said again: "Then what is the purpose of your cultivation? Immortal cultivation?"

Qin Yang smiled, but said nothing.

Zhang Yonghuan didn't bother to ask any more questions, and was fascinated by looking at Qin Yang who looked more and more handsome under the sunlight.

"Brother Huan... go back." Qin Yang noticed his gaze and said.

Zhang Yonghuan nodded calmly: "I remember that there is more than half a catty of beef tendon in the cupboard. At noon, let's eat beef tendon stewed with black beans, cook some corn on the cob, and eat rolled dough."

Qin Yang nodded and said: "Everything is up to Brother Huan to decide.

Zhang Yonghuan proudly raised his chin and said, "Following me will definitely not make Brother Qin bend his lips."

Qin Yang picked up the pole: "Brother Huan, please—"

Zhang Yonghuan smiled sarcastically, looked at the dazzling sun with his arms full of black beans and murmured: "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work!"

Back in the small courtyard, the restaurant was already overcrowded, Qin Yang washed his face and changed his clothes, and went to the kitchen to help.

Zhang Yonghuan rested in the house for a while, chopped firewood, cleaned up the small stove in the small courtyard, added water to the firewood pot to make a fire, and cooked corn on the cob.

While the corn cobs were still in the pot, I cut the beef tendon, peeled the black beans, washed a crock, put the diced beef tendon black beans, various seasonings, and put them in I bought some lily and wolfberry, sealed the crock pot tightly, and put it on a small stove to simmer.

After lunch time, the restaurant's customers gradually thinned out. The corn cobs cooked on the small stove came out of the pot, and the braised beef tendon with black beans simmered on a low fire exudes a rich bean fragrance and meat aroma from the earthen pot, seducing Zhang Yonghuan's belly The glutton in the mouth screamed, and the mouth was drooling, unable to stop.

Qin Yang prepared bowls of rolled noodles mixed with red oil and sesame sauce in the kitchen. Chen Xiaoxu and Big Fatty brought them out one by one, and set the dining table. Corn on the cob, waiting for Qin Yang and Lao Sun to wash their heads and put them away for dinner.

7. Sauce-flavored Dongpo Pork...

After the autumn busy, the grain is put into the warehouse, the dry autumn wind blows through the gradually withered grass, and a few fat rabbits quickly hop across the harvested field not far away from time to time.

Zhang Yonghuan was wearing a modified cyan shirt and trousers, lazily lying on the grass with nothing to do.

He squatted in the withered grass for a long time, thinking that he could wait for the rabbits like the fables, but the wild rabbits were obviously very alert, and he squatted here for several days without encountering a single one around him Wild rabbits within ten meters.

Zhang Yonghuan thought about buying a dog to feed him when he went back. He could see the nursing home when he had nothing to do, and he could lead him to chase wild rabbits in the fields during the slack season.

He stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked towards the small courtyard. It was just after noon, and there were no diners in the restaurant. Zhang Yonghuan thought it was funny to carry the swill to Aunt Li’s house who was weaving at the intersection of the street. No wonder he said: When an old man falls in love, it’s like an old house on fire.

Qin Yang was concentrating on cultivating Taoism and immortality in the house, and Zhang Yonghuan wandered around, so he had to come to the yard not long ago to play a 360-degree spin on the vault and a Thomas maneuver.

Just as he was playing a few times, putting his hands on the ground and preparing to do push-ups, Qin Yang came out of the room and looked at his weird movements, dumbfounded.

"Brother Huan, are you...?"

Hang Chi Hang Chi pouted his buttocks and kept pressing down to raise his body, Zhang Yonghuan grinned and said: "Exercise, why don't you try it too!"

Qin Yang couldn't control his expression and said with a dry smile: "No, it rained two days ago, and it happened to be able to plow the land. I went to Aunt Wang's house next door to borrow a horse to plow the field."

Zhang Yonghuan jumped up neatly, brushed off the dust on his hands and said, "Come on, I'll go with you, I'll harness the horse, and you hold the plow."

Qin Yang nodded and said, "Brother Huan, please—"

Zhang Yonghuan didn't answer, after thinking about it, he went to the kitchen, took a small basket, went to the chicken coop to pick some fresh eggs, and said, "Send me some gifts, it's easy to do."

Qin Yang was quite surprised and said, "Well, it makes sense."

Zhang Yonghuan carried half a basket of eggs and walked with Qin Yang to Aunt Wang's house in the alley outside the restaurant.

Knocking on the courtyard door, a petite old lady in her 50s opened the door to welcome the two of them in, calling out, "Old Wangtou, Boss Qin and Boss Huan are here, pour some tea."

Qin Yang and Zhang Yonghuan bowed politely, forced half a basket of eggs to Aunt Wang, and said, "Auntie, you must accept it, we are here to borrow your horses to plow the fields, this is an exchange of courtesy. "

The little old lady couldn't refuse, so she took the basket and said, "It's too outlandish, so I'll take it."

The old Wang puffed on the dry tobacco and gave way at the door: "Go into the house and drink tea before leaving. I will go to the stables to lead the horses."

Qin Yang stepped forward with a smile and said, "You're welcome, Uncle Wang, I'll go with you to the stables to get the horses. We're also waiting for plowing here, and we finished the dung yesterday."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded again and again, and followed Old Wangtou to the stable.

After leading the horse, the old Wang Tou moved out all the plowing tools, and said, "I'll help you carry them over."

Zhang Yonghuan led the horse, looked at the iron plow, and said, "Don't bother Uncle Wang, we will carry it by ourselves." After handing over the horse's reins, he was about to carry the plow.

Qin Yang looked at him with a smile on his face, and quickly took the iron plow from Old Wang's hand, "I'll come, you lead the horse and go first."

Zhang Yonghuan couldn't help being shocked when he saw Qin Yang, who was elegant and elegant, with a handsome face like a scholar, with skillful movements and the posture of carrying the iron plow in a graceful and flowing manner.

No matter how you look at it, Qin Yang doesn't look like a master who has been dealing with the land all year round. Even though he is no stranger to farming and harvesting these things, these rustic things are simply incompatible with his temperament.

If Zhang Yonghuan is a half-hearted farmer, then Qin Yang is a down-and-out nobleman.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yonghuan couldn't help sighing with emotion: "Next year, I won't grow so many crops. I plan to find a way to transform the three acres of land and plant some vegetables and fruits."

Qin Yang followed behind him, easily carrying the iron plow and said, "Plant in spring and harvest in autumn, work when the farming is busy, and focus on the business in the store when the farming is off. Life is fulfilling and pleasant."

Zhang Yonghuan stopped, looked at the sun in the sky, and said, "The temperature hasn't dropped yet, why don't we plow later?"

Qin Yang also looked up at the sky, pointed to the clouds that were constantly gathering together on the blue sky and said: "It may be windy later, and it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, and the temperature should drop. When the northwest wind blows, we can't plow even if we want to."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled, led the horse forward and sang, "My family lives on a high loess slope~ The strong wind blows across the slope, whether it's northwest wind or southeast wind..."

Qin Yang laughed loudly: "What song is this?"

Zhang Yonghuan raised his eyebrows narrowly at him and sang again: "The boundless end of the world is my love... yo yo check..."

Qin Yang was dumbfounded: "..."

"Horse racer, you are mighty and majestic... Kamang, despicable dog..."

Qin Yang couldn't stop laughing: "Well... these ditties... are pretty good."

Zhang Yonghuan sang the most dazzling national style from above the moon, and when he went to the field, he harnessed something to the horse, put on a plow, and talked nonsense to Qin Yang like running a train.

Qin Yang Fuli suddenly said: "Do you still remember last winter? It was so cold that you got up in the middle of the night one night and just woke up when it was convenient to go out.