Yo, grandpa is here

Chapter 153 Come Up, Sister Treats You to Chicken
One watch, the night ban begins.

The watchman's clapper rang, and no one moved on the street.

Most of these merchants in the block live in shops, two-story small buildings facing the street, the first floor is used for business, and the second floor is for people.

Liu Langzhong's pharmacy is an exception in this street.

She was the only one who didn't live in the store and closed the store in the afternoon and went home.

The sign of Gaojia Distillery has not been taken off yet, and the tofu shop next door is run by a young couple.

The young daughter-in-law was sitting on the bed sewing clothes, but saw her husband-in-law sniffing around the room like a dog.

"What do you smell?"

"Do you smell a scent, a scent?"

When he said this, the little daughter-in-law also smelled it, and it really was a special fragrance.

"Why does this smell so delicious, like burning some kind of meat? Don't let the ghost next door toss it—"

"Qi! Why are you talking about this?" The man interrupted in time, thinking that these days the rumors of ghosts next door affected his business, so he couldn't help but worry, and warned his daughter-in-law sternly, "We were also favored by Boss Gao at the beginning, how can outsiders chew it?" The tongue is all their business, we can't talk about it."

The little daughter-in-law didn't dare to say any more, but felt that the refreshing fragrance in the room became more and more obvious.

Separated by a wall, Buli smashed open the mud bag, revealing the lotus leaf chicken inside.

Qingqing took a deep breath, it was so fragrant.

"The materials are complete, but they are different."

The lotus leaves and seasonings were provided by Liu Langzhong. The lotus leaves, which were supposed to be used as medicine, were used by Buli to wrap the chicken.

It was roasted deliciously, served with a few dishes bought by Wuweiguan, and the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground for dinner.

These two people don't mean to follow the Romans at all, don't care how many meals they eat a day, the two of them close the door and eat three meals a day, especially after they don't go up the mountain, they have to add some snacks or something.

Qing Qing, who claims to be "not picky eater", commented on these dishes.

"The salted duck has a fishy smell of waterfowl, the steamed meat is old, and this eggplant, I don't know what it's called, it smells like Baden, and it's so expensive!"

When ordering, she didn't even dare to order something she hadn't heard before. She was already very cautious when she picked something familiar and could guess what it was, but she was still not satisfied with it.

Qingqing has been here for so long, and finally tasted the ancient "takeaway". Originally, she wanted to solve it in the restaurant, but she asked the cook to cook it and bring it back because she was afraid of missing the highlight moment of ghost hunting.

"This is distiller's lees. It's unpalatable because you don't like the taste of distiller's lees. However, the level of this dish is still online, and it's better than some big restaurants in later generations."

Buli explained to her how to make this dish. The eggplant is marinated first and then sealed with distiller's lees.

"It's not as delicious as the sauced eggplant you made." After eating it all over the world, it's still more appetizing if you don't leave the cooking skills. One bite will feel like going home.

"It's just some home-cooked food I cook, that's why you're not picky eaters." Buli tore the chicken leg to her.

For this kind of pure flattery that is obviously bullshit, Qingqing is very helpful.

"I'm really not a picky eater, and it's very easy to feed—why is this ice cream so unpalatable? It's so hard that I almost lost my front teeth."

"I'll make an improved version of ice cream for you to eat when I go back home." She couldn't leave her downcast eyes with complacency.

He was not afraid of his wife running away at all.

Can she leave him, can her stomach leave?
It's still early for dinner, and there is no other entertainment. It is estimated that the "ghost" will come again later, so Qingqing and Buli rest early.

Not long after lying down, there was a creaking sound from the tofu shop next door.

Qingqing felt that the arm she was resting on was stiff.

At this time, it seemed awkward not to say anything, so Qingqing tried her best to break the silence.

"Maybe the next door is cleaning."

"The enemy who made the mischief~ It hurts me~~~"

A cry passed through the wall.

The room fell into a deathly silence, and Qingqing felt that the thin-skinned man next to her was about to petrify.

In ancient times, there were no mobile phones and TVs, and there was nothing to do at night, but there were only so many leisure and entertainment activities.

After that, it developed in an uncontrollable direction, and the young couple on the other side let themselves go, shouting more and more.

Buli a carp sat up straight, and silently cursed at the wall.

"Pfft, hahaha!" Qingqing laughed silently after being teased by him.

After a while, the next door was finally quiet, Buli pointed the middle finger at the wall, that's it?
Although he didn't say a word, Qingqing was able to imagine his inner activities at the moment, it was hard to hold back a smile.

This is because the venue limited his performance. If he hadn't got something important to do tonight, he would definitely roll up his sleeves and show off to the pair next door. What is real skill!
This damn desire to win, Qingqing wanted to laugh again.

Finally, the next door was silenced, and the room was quiet again. The cold moonlight shone in through the window lattice, and there was no one on the street.

The night is getting darker.

In the quiet night, there was not even a sound of insects chirping, she was pressed against his heart, his regular heartbeat became the best lullaby, and Qingqing fell asleep in a daze.

"Boom—boom, boom!"

The sound of clappers, one fast and two slow, woke Qingqing up from her sleep. As soon as she moved, the arms around her were locked tightly. Under the moonlight, she could not leave Qingming's eyes.

"Did I sleep for a long time?" Qingqing asked in a low voice.

"Just after the third watch, nothing happened." Just after Buli finished speaking, he heard a slight sound from the downstairs door.

Both sat up and looked at each other.

coming!

A figure in white clothes flashed in, with long hair hanging over his face, holding a white lantern in his hand, and tiptoed into the room, his nose moved, as if he felt something was wrong.

Why is there a different smell in this room, it smells delicious?

"Gurr~" Shiro Shadow's stomach grunted in unison.

He whispered: "It smells like roasted duck, it smells so good."

Qingqing on the stairs looked at her with a funny look, and said silently with her lips: "See, the 'ghost' also likes your cooking skills."

Buli made a haughty expression, he is not interested!
Shirai Shadow lit the lantern, and on the white lantern, a big Chinese character "miserable" was written in Zhubi.

Qingqing read it and felt a little bit like complaining, why did you write miserable, and write the word "injustice", the effect will be better, right?It can't be that there are too many strokes, and you can't write, right?Then this "ghost" is too stupid, stupid and greedy.

Shiro Shadow took out a piece of red cloth from his pocket, and continued to mutter.

"It's too scary to go out at night and hide from the watchman. Hurry up and finish it. I have to eat a steamed bun when I go back. I don't know where the roast duck came from. The smell makes me hungry."

Bai Ying held the red cloth in his mouth, and the strips of red cloth hung on his waist. Seen from a distance through the lantern in his hand, it looked like a tongue.

"It's so boring to eat buns, come up, sister invites you to eat lotus leaf chicken——bones."

Qingqing originally wanted to talk about the lotus leaf chicken generously, and looked at the leftover chicken bones on the lotus leaf. Hey, there is no meat.

"Ahhhhhh! Ghost!!!" Bai Ying let out a scream, turned around and was about to run.

　Regarding the dishes of the bad stew series, I just thought of something when I was writing.I still remember a certain year's annual meeting, a table of authors, the north and the south can be separated by the expression of the bad chicken, one side supports the other side, it's very fun

　　
　
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