The peace of the Three Realms depends on me [Food]

3. Pumpkin porridge with poached eggs

Ji Pingan smiled and hugged Wumo through his clothes: "If I don't care about it, it will die; if I stretch out my hand, it can live, and if I can help it, it's a life. At least it's a life."

He Lang sighed: "I can't say no to you, as long as you're happy." He stood up and walked towards the ruins. He had to help Ji Pingan dig to see if there was anything usable.

Most of the hair on Wumo's body was scorched, and the wound was hidden under the hair, which was very difficult to clean up, but Ji Ping'an was not troubled by this.I saw him pick up a pair of scissors, and cut off the hair near the wound in two or three strokes: "Hey, I'm treating your wound."

After a few scissors, the hairless kitten was so ugly that it was hard to see.

Wu Mo looked down at his body, even he had to admit one thing at this moment - what He Lang said was right.He is so ugly now!

It is said that Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, he is a demon emperor in trouble and not as good as a cat!If his subordinates saw this, he would be ashamed to see a monster.

Whether Wu Mole is happy or not, Ji Ping'an has wrapped him into an ugly kitten.The poor Yaohuang's neck was wrapped in gauze, and now he couldn't even move his neck.

He Lang took a look: "Hey~"

The word "噫" expresses the meaning of dislike vividly and vividly, directly poking at the demon emperor's self-esteem, and Wu Mo felt that his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

Ji Pingan put Wumo in a dilapidated bamboo basket, which was lined with clean straw and covered with a layer of soft old clothes.He placed the bamboo basket in a leeward place where he could bask in the sun, and when he heard He Lang say the kitten was ugly, he gently touched the kitten's forehead and comforted him: "Don't listen to his nonsense, when your hair grows out, you will be fine." It looks good."

How can cats be ugly?No matter how long it is, it will not be ugly!

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Wu Mo looked at Ji Ping'an in admiration.This human being is very kind. If he moved to another place and his palace was collapsed by another monster, he would definitely make the other party pay a heavy price, let alone pick up the culprit and take good care of him.

Of course, this is also because he still doesn't know his true identity, but this does not affect Wu Mo's view of Ji Pingan.A person who can be in a difficult situation and be kind to the animals around him must not be a bad person.

He had already figured it out, after he recovered his cultivation, he would definitely pay this kind young man a big palace.

Wu Mo closed his eyes wearily, he was injured too badly, and he shouldn't recover in a few months.Forget it, just stay by this person's side as a cat during this time.

Even though Ji Pingan lives alone, he has a lot of things.He has the habit of hoarding food, and now that it is autumn, the food at home is the most in a year.

Ji Pingan took out the large room next to the kitchen to store his family's food. In the room were new rice in sacks, pumpkins of different shapes, long winter melons, and purple-skinned potatoes...

These are the necessary food for Ji Pingan and his family's small animals to survive the cold winter, and it is also the harvest of his hard work for more than half a year.Now all of this is buried under the ruins, and I don't know how much food is still available.

After removing the masonry above, a lot of crushed pumpkins were exposed below.He Lang was a little distressed: "It's a pity that so many pumpkins are crushed."

Ji Pingan moved the complete bricks and stones to a flat place in the yard and stacked them up. He looked at the pumpkins under the stones: "It's okay, these crushed ones can be fed to chickens after being boiled."

Ji Ping'an's family raised more than a dozen chickens and ducks, and the chicken coop was built in the fruit forest beside the yard.The trees blocked most of the attacks for the chicken coop and the duck shed, so the chicken coop was intact.

At this moment, his family's big red-crowned rooster was leading its family members to dig and eat worms among the scattered bricks and stones. They didn't care about the situation of the master's house at all, and they were heartless and itchy.

He Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Nothing in your family is wasted."

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "How can people in the mountains waste food?"

He Lang walked around and finally decided to build the wooden shed in the original yard.The courtyard wall on the southwest side didn't collapse very badly, and it can still be used after a little tidying up. Isn't this better than using wooden boards as a wall?

As a hunter, He Lang often spends the night in the mountains, and it is easy to build a simple shed.However, this is the first time to build a shed for a friend. He used local materials and only spent most of the afternoon to build a simple hut.

The stone house has doors and windows, and the roof is covered with bamboo and thatch across the rafters.Considering that Ji Ping'an would live there for a period of time, He Lang not only built a bed in the stone house, but also put a few pieces of furniture in it.

After the hut was completed, Ji Pingan was amazed. He walked around inside and outside the stone hut a few times: "It's amazing! Langzi, you can go to the town to be a house builder!"

Ji Pingan originally thought that it would be nice to have a straw shed to accommodate himself, but he did not expect that the stone house built by He Lang greatly exceeded his expectations.It can be asserted that even if it snows outside, he can live safely in the stone house.

He Lang waved his hand: "Don't give me a high hat, this is not as good as your chicken coop. I'll bring you something tomorrow and then strengthen it. You can make do with it for one night."

Ji Ping'an was very grateful: "It's already very good, thank you, thank you!" Without He Lang, Ji Ping'an would not know where to live next.

In autumn and winter, the daylight hours are short.I don't know if it was because the injury was too serious, or because Ji Pingan and the others didn't threaten him, but Wumo fell into a deep sleep all afternoon under the warm sun.When he opened his eyes, it was already dark.

Wu Mo looked around and saw that he was in a low stone house.The stone house is simply furnished, except for a few pieces of furniture, you can see the head at a glance.

Although the furnishings are simple, it does not feel crude to Wumo.Usually the stone house is cold and damp, but this stone house is not like that at all.

I saw that the innermost bed was covered with clean bedding, which was very fluffy at first glance.Opposite the bed is a small square table placed against the wall, beside the square table is a small chair, and beside the chair is a skewed wooden door.

There is a swaying bean lamp on the table, and the orange light illuminates the stone house.The light from the bean lamp cannot warm up the whole room, so where does the warmth in the stone house come from?

At this time, it is time to talk about the stoves in every household in Qingshui Bay where Ji Ping'an lives.

The stove is made of iron sheets, two feet long and one foot wide, and is hollow inside to burn wood.The smoke from the burning is vented outside the house through the fist-thick iron pipe at the top. People in the house can only feel the warmth brought by the flames, but not the choking smell of smoke.

In addition to the ventilation pipe above the stove, there is a circular hole.Open the cover on the hole, you can directly see the situation inside the stove.If you need to boil water and cook rice, just open the lid.If the lid is on, you can use the heat in the stove to keep warm.

The winter in Qingshuiwan is cold and humid, but with a stove, the winter will not be so difficult.

At this time, a dusty casserole was placed on the stove in the stone house, and something seemed to be cooking in the pot, emitting a sweet fragrance.The sweet smell filled the whole hut, it was a smell that Wumo had never smelled before, like some kind of food.

Ji Pingan was afraid that Wumo would feel cold, so he put him next to the stove.At this time, Wu Mo felt that the iron guy beside him was continuously emitting heat, which made him involuntarily relax his vigilance.

Just when he wanted to stretch his body, he heard footsteps outside the door, and then the door of the stone house opened.Ji Pingan came in carrying a bamboo basket, in which were bowls, chopsticks and two dishes.

One is shredded carrot mixed with coriander, and the other is poached egg.

Ji Pingan put the bowls, chopsticks and vegetables in the bamboo basket on the square table. His big dog immediately opened the door and lay down under the table. The speed almost knocked Ji Pingan over.

Ji Pingan laughed and cursed: "Stupid dog."

After Ji Pingan closed the wooden door and pretended to push a piece of wood against the door, he could finally take a breath after a busy day.

He lifted the lid of the casserole pot on the stove. The pumpkin porridge in the pot had been kept warm for a long time, and there was a layer of golden rice fat on it, which looked like a pot of gold at first glance.Ji Pingan stirred the porridge with a wooden spoon, and the rice grains from the bottom of the pot came up, mixed with finely chopped pumpkin.

He filled a bowl of porridge and put it on the table, then picked up a large basin next to the stove and scooped half a bowl of pumpkin porridge into it.As soon as the big plate was put back in place, the tiger couldn't bear it any longer. It hurriedly got out from under the table and sat in front of the plate, wagging its big tail in the wind.

Ji Pingan patted Huzi on the head: "Wait a minute, it's very hot now."

Huzi obviously had experience, even though he couldn't take his eyes off the basin with impatience, he didn't plunge headfirst into the bowl.

At this time, Ji Ping'an and Wu Mo's eyes met, and he said softly, "Are you hungry? Don't worry, we can eat soon."

There was only half of a casserole of pumpkin porridge left, and Ji Pingan was confident. There were still so many pumpkin porridges, more than enough to feed a kitten!

I saw him take out an exquisite small saucer the size of a fist, and then put a little pumpkin porridge on the saucer.Ji Pingan said to himself: "Should be enough?"

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I have realized the literal meaning of cat food in my lifetime.This porridge is not enough for him to lick it!

Just when Wu Mo thought that Ji Pingan would put the small plate in front of him, Ji Pingan returned to the table with the small plate.He picked up a poached egg from a bowl on the table.

The poached eggs are fried golden on both sides, and the skin looks crispy.Ji Pingan tore open the skin of the poached egg with chopsticks, and he picked out the whole egg yolk inside and put it in a small plate.

Then he carefully placed the small dish in front of Wumo: "You are weak and need nutrition. Eat it, you are welcome!"

Wu Mo quietly looked at the small plate in front of him, and saw that the golden porridge was shallowly filled in a bowl that was bigger than his head, and the pure white Lingmi was about to melt, and there were lumps of soft pumpkin mixed with it. The rice grains smell very warm.

There is also a flat egg yolk on the porridge water, which smells very fragrant.Wumo felt that he must have been injured so badly that he would think that the poor food eaten by humans looked delicious.

4. Pumpkin porridge with poached eggs

Ji Pingan squatted in front of Wumo, he saw that Wumo was staring at the rice bowl but did not move, thinking that Wumo was not used to human food.So he muttered softly: "Hey, if you don't eat, your recovery will be slower. No matter whether it suits your taste or not, you have to eat some. How can you have strength if you don't eat? Don't be picky about food~"

Seeing that Ji Ping'an had misunderstood his meaning, Wumo thought for a moment and opened his mouth: "嘤~"

thank you.

Thank you Ji Pingan for lending a helping hand when he was in trouble, thank him for giving me a place to stay, and thank him for giving me food.

As soon as this soft humming came out, Wu Mo's whole body stiffened.Oops, he was so badly hurt that he couldn't even speak!

But Ji Ping'an's reaction was completely different from Wu Mo's, Ji Ping'an was very happy.The small animals he rescued knew to respond to him!

Ji Pingan patted Wumo's head with a smile: "Hey, eat quickly!"

If there was a crack in the ground, Wumo would get in right now.In the eyes of humans, the mighty and domineering demon emperor turned into an ugly kitten who can act like a baby, and if word got out, he didn't want to live anymore.

But there was no seam in front of it, only a small serving of warm and fragrant pumpkin porridge and fried egg yolk.The body's desire for food overwhelmed the shame, Wu Mo finally lowered his head and licked a mouthful of pumpkin porridge.

There wasn't much porridge in the plate, and the pumpkin porridge cooled down quickly, and now it's lukewarm and just right for the mouth.The taste is smooth with a strong sweetness of pumpkin, and Wumo feels his stomach is craving for more pumpkin porridge after only one sip.

Ji Pingan squatted in front of the bamboo basket with his cheeks on his hands, and he looked at the kitten who was working hard.A kitten is only the size of a fist, and an ordinary saucer is bigger than its head.It tried its best to prop up its upper body with its two front paws beside the plate, and plunged into the plate.

Even though he was injured so badly, his survival instinct was so strong.

Ji Pingan stretched out two fingers and gently touched the back of Wumo's head: "Eat slowly, it's all yours."

It is said that the wild animals in the mountains are fierce, but in fact they are no different from humans, as long as they are full and have a warm shelter, they can become docile.

Wu Mo originally thought that the pumpkin porridge in the plate was not enough for him to lick, but when he actually ate it, the portion turned out to be quite substantial.

Especially the flat egg yolk, which looks inconspicuous, but takes up half of the small plate.The egg yolk has solidified around, and the color is golden yellow. After lightly biting the outer skin, the egg liquid inside flows out along the opening.

The egg liquid has a slightly salty taste, and it tastes fresh and smooth.Wu Mo didn't understand why some orcs like to eat eggs before, but now he finally understands that this taste is really addictive.

Seeing that Wumo was eating so deliciously, Ji Ping'an felt relieved.As long as the small animals gnaw and eat, most of them can survive.

Ji Pingan stood up and twisted his waist. Today was a thrilling day, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.But it doesn't matter, the porridge he cooked tonight has enough water.

Huzi couldn't wait for the pumpkin porridge to cool, so it licked the porridge from the edge of the big basin and made a rattling sound.

The two small animals in the family were eating seriously, and Ji Pingan also sat at the wooden table and picked up the rice bowl.The pumpkin porridge in the bowl is still a little hot, but it's okay, he has small pickles to accompany the porridge.

It is said to be small pickles, but in fact it is made of shredded carrots and mixed with coriander. It tastes sour and sweet.Ji Pingan picked up a chopstick of small pickles and pressed them into the porridge. After a little stirring, he lowered his head and took several mouthfuls of porridge.

When porridge water enters the stomach, the body will warm up.Ji Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, as expected, everything was delicious when he was hungry.

With pumpkin porridge at the bottom, Ji Ping'an's interest in eating increased.He set his sights on the poached eggs in front of him. There were two poached eggs on the plate, one of which had its yolk removed to reveal a round hole.

He originally wanted to pick up the egg white and stuff it into his mouth, but after thinking about it, he put the egg white into Huzi's big bowl: "Eat it."

The poor Huzi was frightened today, he should give some comfort.

The golden egg whites on both sides fell into the basin, and Hu Zi took the egg whites into his mouth without even stopping.Ji Pingan suspected that it swallowed it without chewing it!

There was only one poached egg on the plate, and he wanted to enjoy it.So he picked up the small porcelain bottle of soy sauce on the table—he had three such porcelain bottles on his table.

The appearance of the porcelain vases is exactly the same, only the opening is different.There are brown soy sauce stains on the mouth of the soy sauce, orange-red oil stains on the mouth of the chili oil, and some gaps on the lid of the vinegar lid, which can be clearly seen at a glance.

After uncovering the lid, he took out the small wooden spoon in the porcelain bottle.The front of the wooden spoon has been stained gray-black by soy sauce, and a little thick soy sauce hangs from the front of the wooden spoon.

There were two drops of soy sauce in the wooden spoon, which just landed on the slightly raised yolk of the poached egg.The brown soy sauce trembled in the center of the egg, forming two round drops of soy sauce.Before Ji Pingan picked up the poached egg, the soy sauce drops broke and meandered down along the lines of the egg skin.

Ji Pingan carefully picked up the poached egg, and when he took a bite, the edge of the crispy egg white made a crisp sound.The egg whites are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and delicious!

Ji Pingan likes to sprinkle a little salt in the pan when frying eggs, the eggs have a little salty taste after frying.The salty taste is not very strong, but after adding soy sauce, the taste is completely different.

The soy sauce raised the taste of the poached eggs to a new level, and after Ji Pingan finished eating, he was still a little unsatisfied: If he had known earlier, he should have fried two more.

After Ji Pingan had dinner, Wu Mo also finished all the food in the small plate.He ate very carefully, and the bowl was as clean as if it had been washed.

After Wumo had eaten his fill, he kept observing Ji Pingan, and he found that Ji Pingan was also very optimistic besides being kind.For example, Ji Ping'an is still rejoicing while soaking his feet at this moment, fortunately he has such a capable boy as He Lang, otherwise he can only make do in the grass shed tonight.

Why does Wumo know that Ji Ping'an is optimistic?It's because Ji Ping'an is a little nagging, he will whisper to his dog and himself.

If others talk like that, Wumo will definitely bother him.But Ji Pingan's nagging did not disgust him at all.

One is because Ji Ping'an's voice is nice, and he is as unhurried as a stream.The second is because he can understand a person's loneliness. Ji Ping'an lives alone in the mountain depression. If no one talks to him, loneliness can drive him crazy.

Ji Pingan doesn't like to turn off the lights when he sleeps at night, he hates the feeling of darkness when his eyes are opened.He put the bean lamp on the square table, the swaying bean lamp was dim, casting a hazy light on Ji Ping'an's face.

After Ji Pingan finished washing, he was ready to climb into bed, but as soon as his back touched the bed, he couldn't help but gasped.

It's strange to say that he was blown over by the demon emperor's aura today and fell to the ground. At that time, he didn't feel anything, and he didn't bleed or anything like that.But at this moment, the stamina came instead. He felt his back was swollen and swollen, and it was quite sore when he moved.

Ji Pingan really had no choice but to lie on his side on the stone bed with his back to the wall.After Huzi walked around in the stone room, he finally lay obediently next to Ji Pingan's shoes. Ji Pingan could touch Huzi's big head with just a drop of his hand.

Seeing that his master was not feeling well, Huzi looked at Ji Pingan in a groaning voice.Ji Pingan rubbed Huzi's head: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He muttered to Huzi: "Tomorrow, we will continue to clean up the house, and we will try to rescue the food tomorrow." Without food, he would not be able to survive the winter, and the food would go bad under the ruins.

As for other things, I can only clean up slowly.Ji Ping'an's eyelids gradually became heavy: "Let's go to the town to have a look in two days. I hope the price of stone materials has not increased this year. I hope our house can be rebuilt soon..."

Wumo continued to listen to Ji Ping'an with his ears open, but he didn't hear anything after waiting for a long time.Taking a closer look, Ji Ping'an had already fallen asleep.

This was the first time that he was in the same room with a human being, but Wumo didn't hate this feeling.Seeing a person and a dog falling asleep under his nose, Wumo stretched his body and closed his eyes.

A night without dreams.

In the next few days, Ji Pingan has been cleaning up his old house, during which He Lang came to help a lot.The beams, rafters, bricks, etc. that can still be used on the house were carefully piled up on the west side of the old house by the two. These materials can still be used when the house is rebuilt in the future.

The two teamed up to add a roof to the not-too-down kitchen. Although it was crooked and unsightly, at least the kitchen could still be used normally in wind and rain.

Ji Pingan put most of the things that are easy to freeze, such as pumpkins and yams, in a warm place next to the stove, and piled the rest in the stone house. Now there are round yams and pumpkins everywhere in the corners of the stone house and under the bed.

As for the rice in the sack, he put it in a better place - in the chicken coop.

The chicken coop of Ji Ping'an's house used to be an ear room, measuring one foot long, one foot wide, and eight feet high.There is a half door inside that divides the room into two parts, one half is piled with some farm tools, and the other half is raising chickens and ducks.

Not to mention raising chickens, such a house can even accommodate people.Ji Pingan originally thought about spending some time in the chicken coop, but the smell made him unbearable.And he lived in a chicken coop, where did his chickens and ducks live?So this idea was killed in the cradle as soon as it appeared.

Ji Pingan took out the half of the room where the farm tools were stored, and his family's rice happened to be full to fill half of the room.

After seeing that the food at home had been packed properly, Ji Pingan didn't panic anymore.

In the past few days, Wumo has perfectly played the role of a seriously injured clown cat, eating and sleeping.Of course, this is just an appearance.Behind the scenes, Wumo has been accumulating aura, looking forward to formally having a few words with Ji Ping'an.

He wanted to express his gratitude and guilt to Ji Pingan, and at the same time, he would give him his promise - he would pay him a big palace in the future.

Of course, as long as the geniuses and treasures in this world are not too much, he will give them to Ji Pingan.If Ji Ping'an is willing, he can also guide him to cultivate and let him form a pill to transform into a baby.

So Ji Pingan should not be busy rebuilding the house, he will be able to restore his cultivation by next summer at the latest.

Ji Pingan is really a good person, he is gentle, kind, enthusiastic and optimistic.Because of his existence, Wumo's impression of humans has skyrocketed.Looking at Ji Pingan's busy figure, Wumo sighed: If everyone was like Ji Pingan, how much trouble he would have saved!

The author has something to say:

When I was a child, I had cats and dogs at home, and I fed them soup and rice.After growing up, I realized that cats are carnivorous animals and dogs are omnivorous.Friends, if you have cats at home, try to feed cat food with higher meat content.

No ink does not count, Wumo is a paper man, a paper man can eat anything, and is not afraid of getting fat~