The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 Two thick black hemp flower braids, one on the left and one on the right, are placed on the bulging **** that are about to burst out. Following the trembling rhythm of the two lumps of meat, they slide playfully.

Gu Zheng, who was caught in the middle of his chest, was chanting the Heart-Clearing Mantra in his heart to prevent his little brother from raising his head, and at the same time he lifted his eyes hard and looked at the other person’s face. Attempt to distract.

　　 This look really caught the eye.

　　 A round face like a goose egg, although it is a bit rough by the wind and frost, it still retains the elasticity unique to a girl.

　　 The color is as good as rouge, covering the entire swollen cheeks. I don't know if I was embarrassed by watching a scene that is not suitable for children, or because I was too anxious and tired when I ran into the door.

　　 On top of the carmine, there are big round eyes like black grapes, with the characteristics of a cold northern girl, under the small brush-like eyelashes, smiling like a crescent crescent.

　　 Round eyes, round face, round nose, and the corners of the mouth that opened up with the smile, two small round dimples also emerged.

Hey! What a lovely girl.

Although 　　 is not absolutely beautiful, it is absolutely youthful and enthusiastic, so that people who see her will not consciously pick up the corners of their mouths.

　　 "Oh, oh, it's okay."

　　 Seeing the appearance of the girl who came in, Gu Zheng, who had planned to stop the other party from moving forward, turned a corner when he said something, and turned into answering the other party's words.

"Oh my god, it's okay, Gu brother, you don't know, I was washing your clothes while seeing the blood dripping down. Don't worry too much. Brother, are you not injured? What's wrong with this blood? What's going on?"

　　 Looking at the sincere expression of the girl opposite, Gu Zheng's words were automatically soft by three points: "It's okay, your Gu brother can't suffer. It's all other people's blood. Spattered."

　　 Hearing such an answer, Caifeng's eyes on the opposite side opened three points again: "I know that Gu Ge is the best, then, that's okay, I, I'll go out first?"

　　What's the matter with your reluctant tone? If something happens, you don't plan to leave, do you?

　　‘Gurulu...’

　　 Gu Zheng, who was still complaining, his stomach rang untimely.

　　 And Caifeng, who had already retreated outside the door numbly, turned her head back immediately with her pointed ears.

　　 "Hehe, brother, are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat below!"

　　 "Hey hey!"

　　 Gu Zheng’s stopping sound rang behind her, but the girl’s twist braid dangling from the joyful running has already disappeared in the small courtyard with the narrow door and low eaves in the shared stove.

　　 Forget it, Gu Zheng sighed and put on his clothes first.

　　 Turned back to Gu Zheng, who was beside the bed, and picked up the boxy pile of clothes that was placed on the headboard of the bed.

　　 is a pair of big pants with two patches at the slit.

　　The person who sews the patch is ingenious at first glance. In order to prevent the hole in the seam from grinding the crotch, the thread is sewn backwards.

　　The fine stitches and the patchwork of the same color reflect the carefulness of the people who do this job.

　　 Gu Zheng, who was neatly dressed, couldn't help but admired in his heart: If you don't say anything about Miss Caifeng's carefree personality, she is really a good woman to live a life.

　　 "Gululu"

　　 Before Gu Zheng could finish his admiration, his hungry belly was gradually filled with the fragrance in the small courtyard, which made the hooks scream.

　　 What does this taste do?

　　 How can it smell so good?

　　 Caifeng, who squatted between the stoves to reignite the suffocating sparks, wiped the small round beads of sweat from the heat, and stared at the slurping noodles in the big pot.

　　 When the first flower in the pot was tumbling between the water and the soup, he took the dark brown noodles and copied it.

　　 People like them can't naturally eat white noodles. The half-pocket of sweet potato noodles at the back of the stove was something that Gu Zheng had just brought back two days ago.

　　 When Brother Gu gave their family two full bowls, the five people in Caifeng's family had a rare pot of sloppy soup.

　　 The sweet taste is the best delicacy in the world for Caifeng who has eaten a lot of wild vegetables.

　　 was used to shock Brother Gu, just right.

　　 A small-mouthed coarse porcelain bowl was filled with noodles.

The tall Caifeng, one stood up, and reached from the top of the sundries cabinet set up against the wall to reach a tightly sealed terracotta pot, and then from the chopstick basket hanging on the side of the shelf, Copy out a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and then carefully opened the small lid of the ceramic pot.

　　 A fragrant, fresh and salty taste of bean paste drifted out, causing Caifeng, who was handling all this, to take a long breath, and tremblingly put the head of his chopsticks in.

One folder and one mention, the thick and thick bean paste was pulled out along the chopsticks and put on the steaming sweet potato noodles~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When Caifeng puts the chopsticks on it. When the sauce was smeared on the noodles, he gritted his teeth and carefully added a thumb-cap-sized bean paste from the jar.

　　 "That's almost there!" After finishing all this, Caifeng said to herself with a smile: "Gu Ge does physical work, eat more salty food, and is energetic."

　　 The basic work is completed, and the rest is the icing on the cake. The skillful Caifeng swept her eyes in the direction of the pile of vegetables at the entrance. She dragged a cucumber from the inside and washed it carefully on the water table next to the stove. , Just chopped it up on the chopping board.

The cucumber strips with uniform thickness and hair-thin length were placed on one side of the coarse porcelain bowl. When Caifeng was out of the house, two salted cucumbers were squeezed in beside it. The spicy dried radish was carried out tremblingly towards the door of the room.

　　‘Gululu.’

　　 "Brother Gu, are you hungry? Let's eat quickly! I don't know if it's right to your taste."

　　 After Caifeng once again entered Gu Zheng's room as if he were at home, the small square table in front of Gu Zheng put on a bowl of noodles that had been cooled and warm.

　　 The red radishes, the cucumbers of Lv Zengzeng, and the bean paste piled into a small drum bag are all sending out a feast invitation to Gu Zheng's taste buds.

　　 Seeing this situation and this scene, Gu Zheng was also reluctant to be polite: "I'm really hungry and panicked, then sister Liu, I'm not welcome!"

　　 held a big bowl with his big hands, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks moved, and the face of the "lili hua la" was about to be buried.

　　The more simple the ingredients are, the more one can experience a person’s cooking skills.

　　 can maximize the original taste of the simplest ingredients, which is the embodiment of the chef's highest cooking skills.