The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 11 Fish Soup Without Fish (Follow-Up Tuesday)

Looking at the whitebait struggling to keep shaking its head and tail on the chopping board, Lu Qian pressed it with his hand, feeling the slippery palm of his hand, and still had an unreal feeling in his heart.

Is this thing really edible?

Why does it always feel like a piece of paper?

Zuo Qiuling didn't care so much, she stood beside Lu Qian, looking at the fish on the cutting board eagerly, as if she had already seen a big meal in her eyes.

She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, see if you can read it well?"

"This thing... how to do it?"

Lu Qian swallowed, fearing that if the fish was put into the pot, it would turn into a pile of ashes.

"Steamed in soy sauce or steamed, it's fine, even making fish soup?"

There is only a little lard in Lu Qian's house and no condiments.Zuo Qiuling's words reminded him that fish soup can be made.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian discarded the distracting thoughts in his heart, and cut off his troubles with a single knife.

Cutting off the head and cutting the tail, scraping the scales and opening the chest, it was surprisingly smooth...

Lu Qian soon discovered that this whitebait was really different from ordinary fish.

The biggest difference is that its abdomen is empty and has no internal organs.

Zuo Qiuling didn't know if she was fainted from hunger, or if she really had no common sense, so she just stood aside and watched, but she didn't see anything unusual.

Naturally, Lu Qian didn't say much, dealt with it in a hurry, and then put the fish into the pot.

The ghost outside the door didn't step into the door from the beginning to the end, but he didn't leave either. It seemed that he was waiting for them—or waiting for her to go out, with a very patient look.

Sure enough, beauty is a disaster wherever it is, and even ghosts miss it.

Seeing this, Lu Qian didn't bother to pay attention to them.

After cooking the porridge, I simply fried a vegetable.When the fish is out of the pan, there will be a burst of aroma immediately.

Fish is actually not very rare among them.However, I don't know if it's because of his good craftsmanship or the fresh whitebait.The taste of this fish is much more delicious than what Lu Qian ate last time.

The two of them had been driving for a long time, and they were already hungry.Smelling the aroma, even Lu Qian twitched his index finger.

Zuo Qiuling's eyes were even brighter, and her saliva flowed out.

Lu Qian was relieved at this moment, and also lifted the lid of the pot with some expectation.

Then, he was stunned.

Zuo Qiuling scratched her head and looked into the pot - rubbed her eyes, then looked again -

She looked up at Lu Qian in surprise, and asked, "Where's the fish?"

There was only a pot of thick fish soup in the pot, but the fish was gone.

Lu Qian scooped it up with a spoon, but only got a few——

Is that boiled paper?
Lu Qian wasn't sure.

The magical technique... or the magic of "paper-cutting technique" has completely surpassed his cognition.

At least it is not clear to explain it with scientific fish farming.

Hearing Zuo Qiuling's question, Lu Qian could only say vaguely, "Maybe it's all boiled."

Zuo Qiuling's eyes widened, and said, "The bones are also boiled?"

Lu Qian ignored her, scooped up a bowl of fish soup, and ate it.

Zuo Qiuling was in a hurry when she saw it, and hurried to scoop up a bowl of fish soup, as if she was afraid that she would run out of food if it was too late.

Lu Qian took a sip of the fish soup carefully——

Zuo Qiuling didn't care so much, and just started to eat and drink in big mouthfuls.

While eating, he was full of praise.

Not to mention, regardless of its origin, this fish soup tastes really good.

The two scrambled to eat, and the chopsticks were dry several times.

After a while, the dishes and pots were empty like wind and clouds.

After finishing a large pot of fish soup, Lu Qian barely felt full.

Even so, these days, tonight can be regarded as his best meal since time travel, at least with meat.

Zuo Qiuling rubbed her stomach, hiccupped, looked at the wooden barrel unsatisfied, and sighed: "Although the fish is boiled, the soup is really fresh. I have never tasted such delicious fish before." Soup. It would be a pity if there was another one."

After speaking, he licked the corner of his mouth again.

It seems that this eldest lady, these days of fleeing for her life are really difficult, and she is satisfied with a sip of fish soup.

After saying a word, Zuo Qiuling looked back at Lu Qian, blinked at him, pretended to be pitiful, and said, "Can you make another one?"

Lu Qian nodded and said, "Can—"

When Zuo Qiuling heard this, her eyes widened suddenly, the corners of her mouth opened to the sides, and she was about to crawl out with a smile on her face.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qian then said: "It can change, but you have to cut the flesh on your butt to change."

The smile on Zuo Qiuling's face froze immediately, and turned into a face of resentment again.

Lu Qian didn't bother to pay attention to her, got up and walked to the window, stepped on the stool, and looked out.

The seven ghosts were still standing at the door, motionless.

Lu Qian got off the stool, feeling a little discouraged.

These guys are really patient.

They won't spend the night here, will they?
Lu Qian frowned while thinking.

When he turned his head and saw Zuo Qiuling sitting on the bench, stretching out his hands to touch her round belly, he immediately lost his temper and reprimanded softly:
"Hey, hey, do you understand a little bit of politeness?"

This guy drank half of the pot of fish soup by himself, as if he had never eaten.

Zuo Qiuling was picking her teeth with her right little finger, when she heard this she tilted her head and looked at him, saying, "What?"

Lu Qian pointed to the empty dishes on the table, and said, "I cook, you wash the dishes, is it reasonable?"

"Oh... bah—"

Zuo Qiuling spit out what she had picked out between her teeth, stood up, walked to the kang, and while talking, kicked off her muddy shoes, and threw herself onto the kang.

"I'm so tired. Just put it there and I'll wash it tomorrow."

While talking, Zuo Qiuling didn't see anyone else, she directly rolled up a quilt and wrapped it around her body, then got into the bed.

Lu Qian: "..."

She really deserves to be a woman who has played hide-and-seek with bandits for a hundred miles, she has a big heart.

Seeing this, Lu Qian picked up the newly cut paper figurine in one hand and the oil lamp in the other, walked to the top of the kang, put down the oil lamp, and took off his shoes to get on the kang.

Hearing the movement, Zuo Qiuling poked a small head out of the bed, stared wide-eyed at Lu Qian going up to the kang, not far from her, rolled up a quilt, and lay down directly.

"Hey, why are you here too, don't you know if a man and a woman can kiss each other?"

Lu Qian lay on his side under the quilt, propped his face on his elbows, looked at her, and said:
"I don't come to the kang, where do you let me sleep?

You should be thankful that I have two quilts. "

Zuo Qiuling's eyes widened immediately, and she said, "You are a man, can't you sleep on the floor?"

Lu Qian also opened his eyes wide and said, "Why? This is my kang."

The nights in the mountains are cold, and the floor is dirt.

Lu Qian's body is not too strong, he doesn't want to sleep on the floor all night at this time.

Getting sick at this time is no small matter, and if things go wrong, your life will be in danger.

Zuo Qiuling puffed up her cheeks and looked at him, unable to say a word.

But Lu Qian noticed that although she was chattering, there was no trace of fear in her eyes, even though she was sleeping on a kang with a big man whom she met for the first time.

Obviously, she also saw that although Lu Qian was good at catching ghosts, he was not physically good.

When it comes to real work, none of the ten Lu Qian is her opponent.

Zuo Qiuling pretended to be angry, but in the end she had no choice but to compromise: "I warn you, you are not allowed to mess around at night."

Lu Qian curled his lips and said, "Just don't mess around."

Zuo Qiuling said: "Yes. If you approach me, you are... a beast."

Lu Qian turned over, turned his back to her, and blew on the oil lamp.

In the room, it suddenly went dark.

The two were lying on the kang, and neither of them spoke again.

The night after the rain was very quiet.

Only the sound of each other's breathing and the occasional wind blowing outside the door can be heard.

Although neither of them mentioned it, they knew very well in their hearts that the seven ghosts were still poking around outside the door.

How can the people in the house be able to sleep when the evil spirits rip the door open?

Although Lu Qian was lying down, his mental strength was highly concentrated, holding six small paper figurines tightly in his hands.

From the sound of heavy breathing, Zuo Qiuling was obviously also very nervous.

But neither of them spoke.

It's been a long time.

There was no movement inside or outside the house.

Lu Qian's paper-cutting tonight had almost exhausted his mental strength.

After concentrating on the door for so long, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He felt a little dizzy in his head and extremely tired.Even if he tried hard, he would fall asleep at any time.

Just when he fell into a haze and was about to fall asleep, Zuo Qiuling's words suddenly woke him up:

"Hey--"

Lu Qian shook his head, trying to cheer himself up.Asked: "What's wrong?"

Zuo Qiuling whispered, "Are they... still there?"

Lu Qian "looked" outside the door with his mental strength, and said, "It's still there."

"Oh……"

Zuo Qiuling stopped talking.

After a while, she suddenly said again: "Then you go to sleep, I will watch. I will wake you up in the middle of the night."

"Um……"

……

……

At some point, Lu Qian fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he felt a little heavy in his body.

There seemed to be a fleshy thigh pressing on his waist.

A little bit of virgin fragrance, fluttered on the face.

Lu Qian felt that there was a warm, soft, and fleshy thing curled up in his arms and squeezed in.

Like a kitten.

Lu Qian opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that the sky had already brightened.

He turned his head sideways and caught sight of a face.

Seeing this face, Lu Qian immediately became refreshed and almost jumped out of bed.

An old, wrinkled face like withered bark was right in front of his eyes.

No more than one nose's distance apart.

Dull, pale yellow skin, like loess high slopes, covered with dense and deep ravines.

In the deep gully, there seemed to be some yellow pus hidden in it.

There are also traces left on the skin after the pus dries up.

(End of this chapter)