fox lure

Chapter 242 Manifold of Wanpin, Integration of Mountains and Rivers

Back at the Taoist temple, I happily carried the foam box and distributed one to everyone.

"Old Huang, Xue Chen bought it for me. You can eat it. It's delicious and the skin is so crispy." I opened a slice of ice cream and gave it to Huang.

Lao Huang frowned, and his expression indicated that he had many doubts about the ice cream, "What is this made of?"

It's not that he hasn't seen this thing before, but he suspects that the materials inside are all synthetic products that cannot be imported.

I sent another one to Aunt Liu, Wang Nan, and Tian Dawei.

Xue Chen stood beside him, staring at me with his big eyes that are all over the world!

"Lack of mind!" His selfishness came again. Anyone who knows him knows that he protects food and is very selfish.

"I don't know if I can keep it in the freezer for myself to eat?"

Why are you freezing?If you want to eat, go buy it.

"Actually..." Xue Chen's mouth moved.

"Why are you crying? Big boy, you're so embarrassed..."

Tomorrow morning, it can be ground and eaten as small bean dregs.

"I'm afraid you're lonely, otherwise, let Master move in too."

He struggled to speak, and it took him a long time to explain clearly. He asked Aunt Liu to smoke a roast chicken tonight for the 'children' to eat.

The roast chicken smoked by the Yangtze River is delicious and very fragrant.

"Prince Huang Dao, look at you, you can really spoil children!" Aunt Liu curled her lips, "You can buy whatever the child wants."

Then go to sleep, I close my eyes, and remember that before I fell asleep, he took my hand and squeezed it.

"Little bastard, big grudge, eat well," Changjiang told Xue Chen and me with difficulty.

When marinating the chicken, put a piece of pork belly in the pot by the way, marinate together, and marinate the pork belly until it is soft and rotten.

Then use the family heirloom black iron earthen pot from the Taoist temple, add radish sprouts, and cook for several hours until it looks like bean paste, but it's not bean paste.

"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?"

His shoulders shook.

"Hey, why don't you just give Jiang Long broken ice cream?" Tian Dawei sarcastically held the ice cream in his mouth, "It seems that you also have a debt in your heart. If you give Cen Chunhong, you will give him a gold ring."

"..."

When Xue Chen heard this, he howled in anger, "Get lost!"

Building a house on the mountain, Xue Chen lived on the mountain for a few years, maybe Qi Yuan got together again.

Changjiang was in a hurry, and told us in a hurry that he was getting better soon, he couldn't die, and when he was able to walk on the ground, he would make 'little tofu' and steamed buns to cook porridge in the morning.

On the highest peak of Baishan, there is snow all year round, and even in summer, the temperature is below zero.

"Emotions are fearful, the five colors are black, the five qi are cold, and there is grief and fear..."

Unexpectedly, Lao Huang immediately agreed: "Okay, we will make preparations tomorrow."

Sure enough, I ate roast chicken at night. Aunt Liu worked neatly, but the smoked roast chicken was really not as good as the Yangtze River.

Why did Xue Chen suddenly want to eat small tofu?

After lying down, he said: "It's useless to build a house on the top of the mountain if the Qi Yuan can't be repaired."

When eating, I saw that Xue Chen was weak and out of breath, so I said to Lao Huang, "Lao Huang, let's build a house on the top of the mountain."

I put down the book, and I happened to have something to say to him, "San Biaozi, you are in a cold place, it's good for your health. When the house on the top of the mountain is built, you will live on the top of the mountain, and I will move there with you."

Roast chicken must be stewed first, and then smoked with rock sugar and tea leaves.

The small tofu is to soak the dried soybeans overnight and grind them into fine powder the next morning.

Xue Chen listened to us talking, with his head down, eating the rice one by one, without saying a word.

I'm going to cure him. If he can't be cured, what kind of medicine should I do?
"Kidney gathers qi, mainly stores, likes to moisten and cool, unblocks the kidney meridian of foot shaoyin, and bladder meridian of foot sun," I fell into a sleepy sleep, as if talking in my sleep.

A beautiful sentence, drilled into the ears: "The qi is too empty, the ups and downs are flying, and it doesn't stop... It is the wind and rain, it is the snow and frost, the manifold of ten thousand products, the fusion of mountains and rivers..."

Just do it.

Roasted chicken and steamed buns are the longest in the Yangtze River, and Xue Chen and I are used to eating them.

I can't do anything else, but I can cook this little bean dregs, because I didn't miss Yangtze River cooking in the morning.

Changjiang always looked at Xue Chen, and Aunt Liu praised: "Master Changjiang, look, look, these two children are so filial, you can get up quickly."

"I don't know why? I used to pinch my nose to eat, but now I suddenly want to eat." This is what Xue Chen explained for himself.

But he seems to like it very much, so I use a small spoon to feed it in small bites.

After eating the ice cream, Changjiang saw that his energy had improved a lot, so he mumbled to Aunt Liu, "Liu, please, go..."

I ran to the warehouse in the backyard of the Taoist temple, filled a pot of soybeans and washed them in the kitchen.

He especially disliked the little tofu dregs, watching me and the old Huang Changjiang whirling wildly, he said it was only eaten by pigs.

"What?" I tilted my head, what did he want to say?

"My child, do you think it's cheaper to build a house?" Aunt Liu picked up some food for me. She didn't know my intentions, and she thought she had a good friendship with Fengyuguan, so she persuaded, "The Taoist temple has a house, so why not fix it?" What are you wasting it for?"

Xue Chen whimpered and trembled, feeling very wronged: "Old bastard, I want to eat the little tofu you made. You make it for me. I don't like rice in the morning, and my stomach hurts after eating. Then Lao Liu will cook it in the morning. Big rice and stir-fried vegetables, there is still a lot of oil."

"Go to sleep, Miss Jiang Long." This Biaozi changed his address to me today.

The circles of my eyes were red, and Xue Chen gritted his teeth, and suddenly tears came out, it was spray.

I went to the Changjiang house and fed the Yangtze to eat ice cream.

It was already afternoon at this time, and the weather was hot in summer. Aunt Liu chattered to me while plucking chicken feathers: "You child, soaking so many soybeans makes you feel sour!"

Changjiang often cooks it in winter. I love it, but Xue Chen doesn't like it.

After dinner in the evening, I read a book for a while, and then I was about to go to bed. Xue Chen came to my room and went directly to the kang with my slippers on.

I have never eaten the steamed buns he made in restaurants, not to say that I have never eaten stewed pork buns, but that kind of taste cannot be made in restaurants.

For this reason, Changjiang whipped him a lot, but turned around and went to chop minced meat again, and mixed it with bean dregs to fry meatballs for Xue Chen to eat.

I wondered in a daze, what am I studying medicine for?For what?

"Hey, hey, okay, Taoist Changjiang, you are like this, and you still miss the child, so I will do it right away." Aunt Liu hurriedly went to do it.

"Girls need to be in a warm place." Xue Chen smiled.

First, wash it off and soak it in water overnight to make it swell.

I didn't study today, and I was with Xue Chen in the afternoon, and Xue Chen always sat beside the Yangtze River.

When Changjiang ate ice cream, Aunt Liu and Xue Chen were watching.

He saw that Xue Chen and I had lost weight in the past six months.

Where is the waste?

It seemed that Xue Sanbiao was talking to me in his sleep, and I opened my eyes sleepily.

"It's not bad for Liu to cook for you. You must know how to be grateful, and don't know what is good or bad."

Changjiang's mouth no longer swears, because he is paralyzed, his mouth is crooked, he can't speak clearly, and he drools when he opens his mouth.

The stewed meat inside is big, and the fatty meat is the best, salty and not greasy at all.

Then, tomorrow morning, chop up the soft and rotten stewed pork belly, serve it with some Chinese cabbage, and pinch a few buns for the 'children'.

"It's nothing, I'll sleep with you tonight." He took my hand and lay on the kang, staring at the stars and moonlight outside the window.

Finally, it is served with raw green onions and radishes, miso, mixed with rice and steamed buns, and swirled wildly.

Today I discovered that Xue Chen is really good for recovering in a place with cold weather.

As a result, he was leaning on the pillow with his arm, looking at me sideways, and saw me open my eyes and patted my shoulder: "Sleep, don't carry it on your back, it's useless."

OK, sleep.

This sleep was so deep that I didn't even have a dream, but it was very strange, and my breath seemed to smell a strong fragrance.

Very strong.

(End of this chapter)