Food on the tip of your tongue

The muddy thing in my hand was frozen into a popsicle..."

Zhang Yonghuan was speechless: "So last winter, every time I got up at night to relieve my hand, I would use that little stick, and knock it while urinating, so as to prevent it from being frozen again."

The corner of Qin Yang's mouth twitched as he replied, "It's only cold during the severe cold days. If you can't bear it this year, we will set up a charcoal fire in winter and burn it inside the house day and night."

Zhang Yonghuan scratched his head and said, "It's okay."

The two finished plowing the field before dark, returned the iron plow and horse, went back to the house, changed their clothes, and went about their own business.

Qin Yang changed into an indigo long gown, held a long sword, and stood in the courtyard.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at Qin Yang, swallowed his saliva enviously, and thought: If I have such an appearance and temperament, I won’t stay in this small shop in the countryside anymore, and I should go wandering in the rivers and lakes anyway, and be an awesome coaxer The coaxing swordsman and knight 1

Qin Yang smiled and waved to him: "Want to learn?"

Zhang Yonghuan nodded honestly: "Next, I'll teach you." The long sword was thrown in front of Zhang Yonghuan, "Catch it."

Zhang Yonghuan caught it in panic, shaking the long sword in his hand, posing in a posture of flirting, pointing the sword at Changtian, bowing and saluting: "Master, please accept my apprentice's worship!"

Qin Yang was slightly taken aback: "Brother Huan, please get up—"

Zhang Yonghuan excitedly waved his long sword and said: "What is the master going to teach me? Hmm? If I'm asked to practice evil swordsmanship, I won't do it..."

Qin Yang was puzzled: "What is the evil sword manual?"

Zhang Yonghuan explained while dancing the sword in a random way: "To practice magical skills, swing the sword from the palace, and then bear the pain for three to ten minutes. The sword mouth bleeds, and the hatred is in the heart. The north and south swords are stabbed in the west and east, and the sword breaks the rocks, and the ground cracks and jumps , the key is to come from the palace, if you don't come from the palace, you won't be able to practice evil magic skills..."

Qin Yang chuckled and said, "Is it the sword technique created by the eunuch?"

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him with a suppressed smile, and said: "Almost, anyway, after practicing, you are very good. How about I teach you, and you practice too."

Qin Yang was terrified: "It's absolutely impossible...Brother Yu doesn't want to become disabled because of practicing swordsmanship."

Zhang Yonghuan persevered in the temptation: "Tsk tsk! After practicing, you will be able to dominate the martial arts world. Brother, try it."

"Brother Huan..." Qin Yang couldn't laugh or cry: "It's absolutely impossible."

Zhang Yonghuan continued to bewitch: "Practice, practice, isn't it just from the palace? Come and let me help you..." With a playful smile, he leaned in front of Qin Yang, hugged his waist quickly, and slapped Qin Yang's lower body touch.

Qin Yang's expression froze, his cheeks were slightly hot, and their faces were pressed together, even their breathing blended together.

His scalp was numb, and he flexibly avoided Zhang Yonghuan's touch and said, "Brother Huan, don't be rude, I..."

Zhang Yonghuan successfully grabbed the weak object hidden in his trousers, his eyes widened in astonishment, he touched it twice and said, "Why is it so big?"

Qin Yang was so depressed that he wanted to cry, but with a flick of his body, he took the long sword from Zhang Yonghuan's hand, and said, "Brother Huan, don't touch it if you are rude." Turning around, he walked quickly into the house.

Zhang Yonghuan opened his eyes with a sly smile, looked at the empty palm in the air, and said to himself: "Qin Yang is a real man!"

At night, Qin Yang didn't come out of the house. Zhang Yonghuan was helping out in the kitchen, thinking to himself: Could it be because of his touch that Qin Yang felt a shadow in his heart?He has some understanding of the rigid and dogmatic thinking of the ancients. In Chinese history, the distinction between Longyang and Yang, and the habit of breaking sleeves are also very common. Besides, his touching is just a joke between brothers and friends, so it is not possible to let it go. Did Qin Yang think him in a wrong way?

Zhang Yonghuan stopped the action of cutting the meat, and wandered with a sluggish expression——

Chen Xiaoxu came over with an empty plate and reminded him, "Boss Huan, it's closing soon? We can wait for your meat to be put into the pot for dinner!"

Zhang Yonghuan came back to his senses, "Well, it will be ready soon, prepare all the ingredients, turn on the fire, and make sauce-flavored Dongpo pork for you tonight."

"What meat?" Yuan Dapang interjected.

Zhang Yonghuan opened his mouth, but made no sound. He didn't know how to explain this dish. He couldn't say: I want to make you a dish created by a poet named Su Dongpo, right?Besides, even if he said it, they didn't know who Su Dongpo was?

Quickly cut two catties of pork belly into large pieces, add water to the firewood pot, add green onion and ginger to boil, then put the meat pieces into the pot to soak in water to shape, then take out the large pieces of pork that have been soaked in boiling water, and start the square meat Chen Xiaoxu cut the chopped fresh onion and ginger into sections and set aside.

Zhang Yonghuan took out an appropriate amount of rock sugar from the paper package, and after cleaning the pot, he ordered Yuan Dapang to bring it to a boil on a low heat. Slowly simmer until the rock sugar melted and foamed and turned a crystal-clear amber color, then added an appropriate amount of water and boiled for later use.

He took a clean small casserole and put a grass steaming curtain on the bottom of the pot, put green onion and ginger slices, put the sugar-colored water out for later use, put the sliced ​​pork belly skin side down in the casserole, and put it in the casserole. Dried hawthorn, a little star anise, and cinnamon, pour sugar-colored water over the meat, add three spoons of dark soy sauce, a little homemade miso, three spoons of fermented glutinous rice juice, two spoons of homemade rice wine, put the casserole on a small stove and boil over high heat. After the incense sticks, turn to low heat and simmer slowly, open the casserole and put the pork belly skin up, and add a little salt.

"Simmering slowly, I'll ask Boss Qin to come out for dinner." Zhang Yonghuan said, taking off his apron.

"Come on, look at it." Fatty Yuan sniffed the rich meaty aroma of the sauce and swallowed.

Taking advantage of the dim moonlight and facing the northwest wind blowing in the evening, Zhang Yonghuan walked to Qin Yang's door, knocked on the door politely and said, "Brother, come out for dinner."

He looked in bewilderment at the dark room that was still unlit, yelled twice, but there was no movement, so he simply opened the door and walked in.

He took out the fire folder from his arms and clicked it, Zhang Yonghuan quickly looked around the room, it was so empty that there was not even a shadow of a ghost.

Zhang Yonghuan was very surprised, they didn't see Qin Yang go out at all, why is there no one in the room?

8. Steamed hairy crab...

In the middle of the night, the lights in the Laifu restaurant are like beans, and a small earthen pot of Dongpo pork is warming on the small stove behind the counter. The meat is fragrant and the sauce is rich.

This was specially reserved by Zhang Yonghuan for Qin Yang. He was holding an old pornographic book he found out from the bookcase in his hand and looked at it, thinking about Qin Yang's whereabouts in his heart.

He was inexplicably flustered, maybe Qin Yang disappeared because of the hurtful joke he made in the evening.

He nakedly hurt the heart of a gentle and elegant young man!Zhang Yonghuan blamed himself, and continued to guard the door with his chin in his hands. He was going to wait for Qin Yang to come back, and comfort his fragile glass heart.

The night is deep and dusk is deep, it is a good time to kill and steal.

At this time, on the bluestone path outside, a man in black night clothes used lightness kung fu to fly between the sky and the earth.

Squeak.

The falsely concealed door of Laifu Restaurant was pushed open.

Zhang Yonghuan, who was standing behind the showcase and turned on the light to read the little pornographic book, was suffocating for breath, and was dumbfounded in place.

"Hairy crabs." The man held a gleaming silver sword and smiled as he pulled off the cloth scarf covering his face.

Zhang Yonghuan suddenly came back to his senses and exclaimed: "My good fellow, where have you been? Stealing from the rich and helping the poor? Do you rob the house?"

Qin Yang raised his hand, carrying a bag of fresh and plump crabs, and said, "I went to Du Xiangshen's house in the town to steal crabs."

Holding the long sword in one hand and the crab in the other, he approached the counter, suddenly trembling all over, fell to the ground and kissed the ground in the most direct way.

"Uh..." Qin Yang groaned in pain, dropped the long sword in his hand and covered his waist that was bleeding profusely, and said out of breath, "Brother Huan... give me some golden sore medicine first!"

Before the words fell, an ethereal voice came from the air: "Tangmen's exclusive secret golden sore medicine, ten taels of silver a pair, after using it, you will be covered with medicine until you are cured. .”

Zhang Yonghuan's heartbeat accelerated, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets in shock. He turned pale, and hurriedly helped Qin Yang who fell to the ground: "Master, sound transmission!"

Qin Yang leaned on his shoulder, gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and said, "Xiao Xie, come out quickly."

"Oh..." The ethereal and ethereal voice joked again: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Have you ruined your morality by living here?"

"Xiao Xie!" Qin Yang said angrily with a gloomy face, "Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

The cold wind blew through, the door creaked and shook twice, and two white figures, one large and one small, descended from the sky.

Qin Yang frowned impatiently and said, "Hurry up and bring me some medicine for sores."

Two white figures moved swiftly and entered the restaurant. The older one was dressed as a down-and-out scholar, holding an old and dilapidated guqin in his arms.

However, its shape is as light as a frightened bird, as graceful as a wandering dragon, with luxuriant chrysanthemums and luxuriant spring pine trees. The brows are as arrogant as fire, and the eyes are bright and energetic, with the arrogance of a young man who has not faded.

The young one, with a fair face, a straight nose, and eyes as clear as water, was clever and well-behaved. He followed behind the older man timidly, with his head lowered, and secretly glanced at the room with his eyes.

"Little tail, come here." Qin Yang raised the corners of his eyes gently, and said to the young boy hiding behind the man in white: "Come here, big brother."

The young boy blinked and looked at the man beside him questioningly.

"Come on, let me give you the medicine first and then talk about the old days." The man in white pouted, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and said with a smile: "Let you be greedy, let you steal it shamelessly." Crab!!!”

Zhang Yonghuan stabilized his mind and said calmly: "Brother Qin, who are these two?"

The man who tore open the clothes around Qin Yang's waist and randomly applied medicine to the wound, said to Zhang Yonghuan with an evil smile, "Hello, friend, my name is Zhu Xie."