20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1504 Stove Fire
"I owe you nothing. There are newly laid eggs in the chicken coop. Pull a few garlic sprouts in the back garden to make a plate of hard vegetables, and then pick a few green persimmons and serve them with small peppers, which is another plate of appetizers."

The old man yelled and reprimanded the village girl with thick braids: "Didn't you see what she was hugging, Moutai, if it is true, your father and I will be lucky again tonight, and I will be a wine god!"

"Clang!"

The village girl with thick braided hair was so angry that she knocked on a large piece of blue stone on the wall next to the kitchen door with the spoon in her hand, causing sparks to splash in the dark twilight: "All right, all right, come on, come on!" , get the spoon for you!"

"I can't. I have to stand on a stool to fry vegetables, and my whole face has to hang over the pot. When the vegetables are cooked, your father's and my old bark's face will be cooked to a certain extent."

The old man hunched his back and jumped up: "You are just lazy, no wonder you are still an old girl that no one wants!"

"Hmph, old girl no one wants?"

The big thick braid sneered: "I'm waiting for you to meet the King of Hades so that I can seize your property."

"It's okay, I'll do it. I'm the best at cooking. As for the chicken soup, put more rice with rice crusts on it for the two of us, pour a spoonful of chicken soup on top, and give two pieces of shiitake mushrooms. It's delicious."

Zhao Changan was a little dazed by the scene in front of him, but luckily he had never seen such a big storm, so he immediately took up the conversation with a smile on his face, preventing the father and daughter from hurting each other.

At the same time, he noticed that this pair of father and daughter were really not good-natured, and they didn't speak the awkward dialect of the locals, especially the girl with thick braids who was fluent in Beijing movies.

As for this old man, he has a bit of a local accent, but it's not too heavy, and the branches of Mandarin are still very obvious.

"You have a good idea. The taste of the stewed old hen is all in the soup and mushrooms, and the chicken is firewood."

While exposing Zhao Changan's small thoughts, the village girl quickly opened the courtyard door and said to Zhao Changan, "Look at the fire in the pot and stove, don't let the chicken soup (boiling come out), I'll go pick up the eggs and pick them up." Vegetables. Can you do this?"

"All right."

Zhao Changan was full of confidence.

"That's fine."

The village girl casually took the box of wine from Zhao Changan's hand, hurriedly walked to the main room of the thatched cottage, and said to the crooked old man, "Don't be idle, arrange the tables and chairs, and serve tea to your distinguished guests!"

"Girl, they are all busy, let's talk and drink tea in the back room."

The crooked little old man invited Xiao Lan with a smile.

"Ah? Ah! Uh, uh."

In fact, Xiao Lan didn't want to go. She saw the old man's face facing the ground completely if his head and spine were kept in a straight line. I don't want to reject such a poor, hearty, hospitable old man.

At the same time, Xiumu glanced at Zhao Changan's eyes with a suspicious expression, "This is the master you have traveled so far to find so hard?"You are asking the wrong way, looking for the wrong person! '

At this time, Zhao Changan couldn't tell Xiao Lan that she didn't understand Chinese farmers at all. If she found the wrong person, the family's reaction would be like this. Farmers with this kind of performance are definitely not ordinary mountain farmers.

Because ordinary mountain farmers see someone driving at the door. The man is stately and the woman is also very beautiful, holding a case of wine in his hand. The first question must be: "Who are you looking for?" "Open the door to welcome guests."

And this village girl would never say such sharp words.

Zhao Changan walked into the kitchen. On a platform built of yellow mud and straw, there was a large iron pot covered with a lid. The old wooden pot lid was black and shiny, and the gap between the wooden boards White water vapor is bubbling from the contact with the lid and the iron pan.

There is cooking in the big iron pot, with a very unique smell of fireworks.

On the beams above the platform, there are a lot of smoked meat and pork legs hanging. It is hard to tell whether they are domestic chickens, pheasants, or rabbits.

Grease dripped from the top, dripped on the pot cover, and seeped into the rice through the gaps in the wooden planks of the pot cover. This is probably the origin of the smoke and fire smell.

There is a small stool at the mouth of the table, and the flames illuminate the inside of the table. There is an equally black earthenware pot, which is being stewed by the stove.

He sat on a small stool, picked up the tongs, and carefully fiddled with the firewood inside to control the fire, neither too big nor too small.

From the yard came the angry clucking of the old hen, and the girl with thick braids, "Why are you unconvinced, you still want to peck me?"If I don't accept it, your egg will not survive tonight, either it will be taken away by rhubarb, or it will be pecked by your man, if it is not eaten by other old hens, you will be blamed.

Zhao Changan smiled, looking at the stove fire, the heat and warm red light illuminated his face and body.

For so many years, I have faced this kind of stove fire at Wen Ye’s house in Wenjia Village. Under the warmth of the red fire, I passed the cemetery before, the coldness of the golden sunset, and I entered this big village with blue bricks and black tiles. The quietness of the white walls was burned invisible by the fire, and the whole body was warm and comfortable.

At this moment, Zhao Changan seemed to experience a very rare kind of peace of mind without fluctuations, and even had a feeling that he was actually a person cooking and stewing chicken soup in front of the table. Intoxicated by the delicious chicken soup, Nan Ke Yimeng suddenly woke up A sudden dream.

"This small courtyard is interesting."

Seeing that the fire was getting weaker, Zhao Changan picked up a piece of chestnut tree with the tongs for chopping firewood, but felt that the tongs were not easy to hold such a large piece of firewood, so he simply put the firewood into the platform with his hands.

The two sides of the piece are whitish and smooth like a mirror, and one side is an arc-shaped chestnut tree with bark, and then it becomes faint at the contact point between the bark and the whitish surface, and at the ridge line between the two whitish surfaces. Black carbonized, burning.

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Xiao Lan accompanied the crooked old man into the main room of the thatched hut. Because the lights were not on, Xiao Lan felt a little eerie and cold, and her delicate body couldn't help shivering. She wanted to go to the kitchen to find Zhao Changan.

"pat~"

The old man turned on the light in the main room, and the vision in Xiao Lan's eyes became clear. What she could see was the same as the main room in the countryside that she had seen in her relatives' home.

This kind of decoration and the brightness of the lights calmed her heart down, and she couldn't help thinking to herself that she was really too timid.

Seeing that the old man wanted to pour tea for her, Xiao Lan hurriedly said that she would come by herself. In fact, she was really not thirsty now, but it was just out of politeness. If she said she would not drink water, it would be a bit contemptuous.

Xiao Lan grabbed a few long green and black tea leaves by herself, and to her surprise, the tea bowl was actually very exquisite JDZ porcelain.

(End of this chapter)