Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 35 Spicy Lobster

"No, I'll go back!"

Meng Tang pouted with grief and indignation, and walked away in three steps.

Baa~
Being brutally pulled away from the peach-scented yard, the bleating sheep stepped on Meng Tang's feet in displeasure.

Stepping on the little goat's hoof, the pain made Meng Tang grin her teeth, raised her hand and slapped the plump buttocks of the Baa-baa sheep a few times, and proudly promised: "Nave, I can do anything I want to do! "

The warm wind was blowing on her cheeks, and Meng Tang fantasized about the future with longing. Suddenly, the bleating sheep took advantage of her not paying attention, and hit her with a slap, and then fled to the front, sticking out its ass that needed to be spanked.

"Damn bleating sheep, hit me again!"

One person and one sheep are chasing each other on the wide country road, and each other can't wait to dig a hole to bury each other.

"Ouch!"

After chasing the bleating sheep to the door, Meng Tang wailed in pain when he saw that he could grab the short tail of the bleating sheep with his hand.

Baa~
"Smelly sheep, are you making fun of me? Humph, wait, I'll have to skin you later!"

Meng Tang threatened the Baa-baa sheep angrily, but the Baa-baa sheep not only remained unmoved, but stood calmly watching Meng Tang split.

With one leg outside the door and the other inside, Meng Tang struggled to hold on to the threshold, looking left and right, muttering in her heart.

Darling, if the clothes you just changed get dirty again, you will definitely be beaten at night.

Or else secretly sit on the ground, anyway, parents are not at home, no one will see, as long as she doesn't say anything, and the clothes don't get dirty, wouldn't it be fine?
The fork got bigger and bigger, the pain made Meng Tang grin her teeth, endured the pain, put her hands on the ground, and slowly sat on the threshold, one step, one step short, she was able to perfectly close her 180-degree legs.

"Tangtang, there are many ants on the ground, don't sit on the ground and play!"

"..."

Is this the true fragrance law?

Once you do something bad or don't want to be known by others, you will definitely be discovered!
The dead Meng Tang looked at Zhou Liang who was carrying a dirty cloth bag without tears, and wrinkled his nose on purpose.

"Brother Liang, your leg injury hasn't healed yet, why are you still fishing in the ditch?"

Perfect, grabbing each other's pigtails, so they are not afraid of showing their secrets!
Looking down and seeing that his hands were covered with mud, Zhou Liang stopped walking towards Meng Tang, and opened the cloth bag in his hand after a step away.

"I heard that you wanted to eat lobster at noon, so I went to the ditch to catch some. Look, they are all big lobsters!"

"..."

Mom, she seems to have seen an angel!
I didn't go there at noon and complained angrily, I didn't expect Brother Liang to take it to heart, so happy~
The big crimson lobster rolled with the shaking of the cloth bag. Its vicious pincers clamped the cloth bag tightly, as if sensing that someone was watching it, it angrily stared with mung bean-like eyes.

Facing the fierce eyes of the big lobster, the swollen little finger could not help but tingle. Meng Tang put his hands behind his back and shouted menacingly: "What are you staring at, I will boil you later!"

"Okay, I'll deal with them now. Tangtang, the floor is dirty, get up!"

She just said casually, never thought that Zhou Liangzhen planned to deal with the lobster immediately, Meng Tang was very moved.

Recalling the tragic scene of being caught by the lobster at noon, Meng Tang said with concern: "Brother Liang, you are so awesome that you can catch so many lobsters with your bare hands. By the way, you are not injured, right?"

"no!"

Patting the dust off his clothes, he followed behind Zhou Liang, walked into the yard, tied the baa-baa sheep to the sheepfold, and ran up to Zhou Liang, Meng Tang revealed his cute dimples, and asked sweetly: "Brother Liang , what kind of lobster do you want to eat?"

She used to like to eat food the most, and she also liked to explore restaurants. Although she doesn't like cooking very much, there may be a chef gene in her bones, so that the meals she makes have a unique taste.

Spicy crayfish, spicy crayfish, garlic crayfish, boiled crayfish, braised crayfish, etc., she can do it!

Zhou Liang sat next to the big water tank with a small bench, dumped the lobsters in the cloth bag into the water basin, picked up the scissors and began to process them.

"I can do it, I like what you do."

"Brother Liang, you..."

Seeing that Meng Tang was halfway speaking, Zhou Liang looked at Meng Tang in confusion: "Well, what's wrong with me?"

The black and white eyeballs reflected the small figure, the clear eyes were pure and beautiful, and the aura belonging to the youth was growing vigorously. For a moment, Meng Tang was a little sluggish.

All along, she knew that Zhou Liang was good-looking, not the handsomeness of a white-faced scholar in the 21st century, but the wild charm of a young man.

Seeing Meng Tang staring at him in a daze, Zhou Liang raised his arm and wiped his cheek, frowning and asked, "Tangtang, is there something on my face?"

The smooth hair was unintentionally lifted to the end of the eyebrows, revealing the obsidian eyes, bright eyes like twinkling stars, driving away the haze in one's heart.

Obviously it is a cool and attractive face, but because of the innocent and innocent eyes, Meng Tang couldn't help sighing: Violence!

"Brother Liang, you will definitely not worry about marrying in the future!"

"?"

Zhou Liang looked at Meng Tang suspiciously and puzzled, expecting her to give an explanation, but Meng Tang Dingqing looked at the splashing lobster, clapped his hands and said, "I decided to make spicy lobster!"

"Brother Liang, you deal with them first, and I'll prepare the seasoning!"

Meng Tang rushed to the kitchen, looked at the oil, salt, pepper and monosodium glutamate on the stove, and shook her head in disgust.

The most important thing about spicy crayfish is spicy, spicy and fresh, so she had to prepare some red pepper, ginger and peppercorns.

Picking up the vegetable basket, Da Da Da ran into the vegetable garden, endured the bites of mosquitoes, and Meng Tang struggled to pick the spices.

The scorching heat of the sun slanting in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sound of oil being poured into the wok came from the small kitchen!
Put the dried ginger, chili pepper, peppercorns and fragrant leaves into the pot, and stir fry up and down. After a while, the rich fragrance overflows.

The spicy and fragrant smell lingered in the kitchen. With a smile on his face, Meng Tang picked up all the cleaned lobsters and poured them into the pot, and then put a small amount of cold water to simmer.

"Brother Liang, set the fire on!"

Crackling firewood sounded on the stove, and after about 3 minutes of touching it, Meng Tang lifted the lid of the pot, stood on a small bench, and stir-fried up and down with a spatula.

The crimson lobster slowly changed color under the fire, but Meng Tang still gritted his teeth and continued to fight. The fiery red chili wrapped around the lobster, pungent, choking, making Meng Tang's eye circles red and his nose runny.

Zhou Liang, who was burning the fire, looked at Meng Tang, who was snot and tearing, and was choked by the chili, and stood beside her and suggested, "Tangtang, why don't I come?"

"No, I must make this dish myself."

Resolutely rejecting Zhou Liang's suggestion, Meng Tang picked up the towel hanging around his neck to wipe off his sweat and snot.

Feeling vaguely that the heat seemed to have reached an inflection point, Meng Tang jumped off the chair, poured the salt and monosodium glutamate prepared in advance into the pot, and continued to stir fry up and down.

I don't know how long it took to stir-fry, but Meng Tang felt his arms were sore and swollen. He raised his eyes to see the magnificent scene in the pot, jumped off his chair with satisfaction, and instructed Zhou Liang to add an appropriate amount of water into the pot.

"Brother Liang, simmer on low heat!"

The flaming lobster was soaking in the water and bubbling. Meng Tang stepped on a chair and poured in sliced ​​cucumber sticks and potatoes. Wiping off his sweat, she walked to Zhou Liang and complained to him: "Brother Liang, I want to worship Grandpa Song as my teacher. But he doesn't want to teach me, so sad!"

Looking down and seeing Meng Tang's big sparkling eyes, Zhou Liang's heart trembled, and he comforted him softly: "It's okay, I'll give him half of the lobster later, maybe he will agree!"

Hearing Zhou Liang's words, Meng Tang widened her eyes in joy, and asked in puzzlement, "Brother Liang, you and Grandpa Song?"

　Yay, I'm so cold, so cold!

　　It's too cold, no one reads the book, what opinions do you have, what do you mean by not talking, it's scary! ⊙ω⊙
　　Writing a book is so difficult. I write it day and night, and the manuscripts are almost exhausted. I don’t have [-] collections yet. It’s cold, it’s too cold, and I’m too miserable.

　　No, I must work harder to write a better plot, and everyone should work harder, cheer for me, and by the way, I would like to make a suggestion, that is, whether the content is good or not, just talk to me, let's work together come on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)