Spring is coming

Fang Dawei's cheeks were red. He raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead and said, "No."

He is tall and has dark skin. He feels oppressive when standing in front of others, but every time he comes to the store, his demeanor is very coy and incompatible with his tall stature.

Even someone with a nerve like Erya could see the clues and would often happily sit behind the counter with his own food and eat while watching him rack his brains to find something to talk to Mo Ying.

After Mo Jingchun had seen enough of the excitement, he would teach him seriously: "Don't look at anything inappropriate and don't hear anything inappropriate."

Fang Dawei doesn't know much about affection, and he doesn't know how to please a girl. He only knows how to give away things he thinks are good to her.

Calculated this month, two pheasants, three hares and half a wild boar have been delivered. Although they are for Mo Ying, these often end up in Mo Jingchun's kitchen when she is in the store. Used it to improve the food for everyone.

Short-handed, soft-mouthed.

Erya and Mo Jingchun, who ate the most, had been "bought" by Fang Dawei in a disappointing manner.

Seeing that Mo Ying was swaying a little these days, she was gradually moved by his persistence. The two of them just needed someone to push them through the window paper and communicate with each other.

At this time, Fang Dawei's bright and firm eyes showed a hint of joy, and his face was still red: "Sister Jingchun, I met Ying Mei just before I came here, and this is the thank you gift she asked me to bring to you. . He also told you to wait until she comes the day after tomorrow to do it."

Mo Jingchun saw the suspicious red cloud on his cheeks and the unconcealed joy in his eyes, and couldn't help but wonder: Just keep your words secret, why is this man blushing?
This time, more than a dozen sparrows were delivered.

She took it casually and asked, "Thank you? What are you thanking me for?"

"Well, let's wait until the girl asks her in a few days." Fang Dawei delivered the things and chatted a few words. Suddenly, he smelled a strong aroma of meat coming from the indulgence, and his stomach that hadn't eaten lunch immediately "gurgled." Jiguji" protested.

"This" he scratched his head in embarrassment, embarrassing himself in front of his sister.

Mo Jingchun suppressed his laughter and straightened up: "Brother Fang hasn't had lunch yet, right? I happen to be cooking duck porridge. It's almost ready. Let's try it together?"

Just when he was about to refuse, Mo He came out of the backyard with the washed dishes, folded them in piles, and asked him to leave: "Why are you so polite? You kid, you have sent so many things back, I should have invited you along a long time ago. To eat.”

"That's fine, I'm just afraid of bothering you." He said.

Since he said he wanted to stay for lunch, he was too embarrassed to sit around and watch them busy, so he rushed to take the plate from Mo He's hand and help set it up.

Today's porridge was cooked with yam and it was very rich.

For fat duck, blanch it in water and cool it, remove the bones, tear it into small pieces and add it to cook. The water for cooking the porridge does not need to be pure water, but the original soup of the duck that has just been cooked. If you are afraid of the fishy smell, you can also add wine and minced ginger to remove the fishy smell.

The yam should also be pounded carefully before being put into the pot, so as to increase the thickness of the porridge.

This bowl is also called "duck muddled duck" by Ziah Farmers.

Fang Dawei once thought that he didn't like to drink porridge. It wasn't until he drank this bowl of duck today that he realized that the clear soup he drank before was watery and lacked rice grains. It could only be called rice soup and tasted tasteless.

At this time, the beauty of adding yam paste is revealed.

When you eat it when it is hot, you will find that not only the shredded duck meat in this bowl of porridge is soft and mushy, but also mixed with the fine graininess of yam. It is a kind of powdery and waxy fragrance, which can play a "reconciling" role and bring out the seventy-seven things in the bowl. The flavors of Ba Ba are all blended together and become harmonious.

Let it cool slightly, and a layer of rice skin will form on the surface of the porridge bowl, which is like gelatin and translucent.

Gently peel it apart, and the porridge below becomes thicker, almost sticking to your throat.

Why is it called "Duck Confused"?I'm afraid that's where the name comes from.

In addition to the mushy duck meat and yam porridge, there are also fried fish, steamed pork with rice flour, and stir-fried spinach to accompany the porridge and side dishes, which are also dishes for guests to eat today.

Fang Dawei grew up eating the food made by his father's shabby cooking techniques. As long as the food cooked by his father was not burnt or bitter, he would eat three bowls of it with gusto.

As he grew older, he simply learned to cook on his own. Regarding eating, his understanding was that as long as he could fill his stomach, the task was completed.Facing these simple plates of hot porridge and side dishes, he felt a little moved while eating them.

When I suddenly tasted such delicacies in the world, I felt that all the food I had eaten for more than ten years was in vain.

Bo Qingshan came to enjoy the pleasure again after many days, and what he saw was such a happy scene.

A tall, muscular young man with great energy.

The translucent black eyes were so bright that they could reflect Mo Jingchun's cheerful and cheerful expression.

It seemed that when she was in front of him, even when she smiled, she was always restrained.

Without blinking, he stood outside the door and stared at her.

"Brother Bo?"

While Mo Jingchun was speaking, he felt someone's eyes staring at him. He looked up and found Bo Qingshan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, standing quietly outside the door.

When he met her eyes, the other person blinked and curled his lips in an instant. There was a bit more softness and helplessness between his eyebrows than before: "Jingchun."

He opened the curtain and nodded with several others.

Mo Jingchun always felt that although he was smiling, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

His eyes couldn't help but be filled with worry: "What happened?"

"No."

He found a chair and sat down by himself: "It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm still worried that you will be unhappy." Unexpectedly, some heartless little girls seemed to be more comfortable than usual.

And who is this man?
He seemed to have seen it in the village, but he had no impression of it.

The smile on Bo Qingshan's lips froze slightly, and his eyes fell on that person.

He has a strong and upright appearance and his wheat-colored skin is hidden under his clothes.

The muscles all over his body were so tense that they could make many girls in the village blush.

What were you talking about with him just now? Are you so happy?

His voice became softer: "When are you free, can you go home?"

Her birthday was coming soon, and he prepared a birthday gift for her.

Mo Jingchun said awkwardly: "I thought you were too busy... Every time Hang Sheng comes, when I talk about you, I don't have time."

When he looked at her like this, she seemed to have done something bad. She was shocked to realize that she hadn't been back to Mojiacun for a long time, and hadn't seen Gao and Mo Qinglin for a long time.

She nodded slightly: "It's time to go back home for two days."

In order to appease Bo Qingshan, who was accusing her, she pointed to the sack in the corner like a treasure: "Brother Bo, are you free tomorrow? Brother Dawei sent a lot of birds today. When Sister Ying comes over tomorrow, I will We plan to fry it, will you come too?"

Brother Dawei?Already so familiar?
He glanced at the sack calmly, his eyes gleaming.

The corners of his lips were raised, and his voice was clear and clear: "Okay."