Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 228 Youshu Wanyan 3
  Under the concoction of fat chef Lao Tu, the tiger tendon and tiger bone soup was chugging in a moment, and the alluring aroma hit your nostrils.

Wanyanshan had never heard of such a scent, and she was immediately aroused. A "gurgling" sound came from her smooth belly. She hurriedly covered her stomach and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I'm hungry too, why not try the taste of this soup first." He ordered the cook to bring two bowls of soup.

Lao Tu hurriedly served it and said with a smile: "Master, this soup is not yet hot enough. It needs to be simmered for at least half an hour before the tendons can be raked out."

"Sister Wanyan, you taste it first, be careful not to burn it." Jia Cong handed a bowl to her.

Wan Yanshan nodded and hurriedly took it. She saw that there were some green wild onions floating in the milky white soup, and the fragrance was floating. He blew lightly and took a sip.

"This... soup is so delicious. You Han people are really good at cooking." Wan Yanshan praised repeatedly.

Lao Tu wiped the sweat from his fat face and said with a smile: "Thank you for your love, Miss. There is nothing in the mountains, so I will use what I have."

Wan Yanshan put down the bowl, jumped up to her horse, took off a cloth bag, handed it to Lao Tu, and said with a smile: "There are some freshly picked mushrooms in it, do you think they are suitable for use? Also, there are other things in this pool. There is a kind of white fish that is very tender.”

Lao Tu took it with a smile and said: "Then I will make another wild mushroom and fresh fish soup for the girl. I promise not to show it off."

Wanyanshan smiled hurriedly and asked the tribesmen to bring them fishing nets and go fishing in the pool. In a short while, they netted seven or eight white fish about a foot long and handed them all to Lao Tu.

"Brother Jia, we Han people have a good life. There are so many delicious foods. Lao Tu's food is more delicious than everyone else in our clan." Wan Yanshan said with some envy.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "What's the matter? I'll ask him to tell you all the cooking tips later, and you can go home and cook it yourself."

"Yes. Thank you, brother." Wanyanshan nodded with a smile.

Everyone chatted, and the food was ready. The Jurchens had nothing to do. They just put up a simple show, rubbed bear meat and white fish with some coarse salt, and put them on branches and roasted them.

Wan Yanshan took off a leather bag from the horse, handed it to Jia Cong, and said with a smile: "Brother Jia, try our wine."

Jia Cong took it with a smile and took a sip. It was sour and astringent. He reluctantly nodded and said with a smile: "It's really good. It has a unique flavor. I'll take it home and drink it slowly. Come on, bring some wine. Let's give our Jurchen friends a taste. We Han people of wine.”

Then a few soldiers took a few bottles of immortal drunkenness and handed them to the female immortals.

Those Jurchens were all addicted to alcohol. They pulled out the cork and smelled it. They suddenly looked intoxicated and took a big gulp. Then they laughed and jabbered.

Wanyanshan smiled and said, "They say this wine is drunk by gods. It's really good wine."

Jia Cong smiled and handed a bottle of Peach Blossom Drunk to Wan Yanshan and said, "They drink strong wine. If you drink this fruit wine, it will be fragrant and sweet."

Wan Yanshan took a sip, and two red clouds suddenly appeared on her face, and she quickly corked the bottle.

"Isn't it delicious?" Jia Cong asked.

"No, I want to take it home and drink it with my family." Wanyanshan said nervously.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I brought a lot with me. I'll bring them all back to you later so you can drink enough."

"Brother Jia, you are such a good person." Wan Yanshan said.

Jia Cong laughed, being stuck by the good guy message, and couldn't help teasing her: "I've always been very kind to little beauties like Sister Wanyan."

Wan Yanshan's face turned red when she heard this, and she quickly turned her head away, not knowing what to say.

"Hurry up and order some food. It won't taste good if it's cold." Jia Cong handed her a bowl of white rice and ordered the food to be distributed to other Jurchens.

Wanyanshan lowered her head to take it, not daring to look into Jia Cong's shining eyes, and took small bites of the rice.

When Jia Cong saw this, he was amused. Isn't it true that girls from the mountains are very bold and direct? Why are they so shy? He hurriedly picked up food for her.

Wanyanshan's heart was as strong as a deer's, and her always generous and aggressive temperament had flown to the sky for some reason. She thought to herself that Brother Jia's eyes were like fire, which made people's hearts so hot that they forgot what they wanted to say.

"By the way, where did your eagle fly just now? Did it run away?" Jia Cong had nothing to say.

Wan Yanshan shook her head and blew a sharp whistle, and the eagle descended from the sky and landed on her outstretched arm, looking for power with sharp eyes.

This eagle is nearly three feet long, all white, with steel claws and an iron beak. You can tell at a glance that it is at the top of the food chain. Su Can, Xie Hui and others all praised him.

"Does it listen to you?" Jia Cong asked.

Wanyanshan smiled and said: "I have raised Xiaobai since he was a child, so he naturally listens to me." She took some raw meat strips and fed it to it.

"What a good eagle! What a good eagle!" Jia Cong was extremely envious. Wanyanshan chuckled and said: "This is not an ordinary eagle, this is Haidongqing."

"Haitongqing? How is it different from ordinary eagles?" Jia Cong had heard of Haidongqing's name, but this was the first time he saw it.

Hearing him ask this question, the local soldiers smiled awkwardly.

Su Can whispered: "It is said in ancient books that among the sculptures in Liaodong, the most handsome one is called Haidongqing. Taizu once praised that there are sixty out of three hundred feather insects, and the most handsome one is Haidongqing."

Li Taibai also wrote a poem praising it, dancing gracefully with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from the east across the sea. I've wanted to get one in Guangzhou for a long time, but I've been looking everywhere but can't find one. "

Xie Hui also said: "There is a saying among us hunters that after nine deaths, it is rare to find an eagle.

I once heard the prison chief say in the prison camp that the country has a system. If you can capture a sea turtle and offer it as a sacrifice, no matter how big your sin is, all your sins will be forgiven. "

Wanyanshan stroked Hai Dongqing's back with some pride and said, "Only we Jurchens can tame Hai Dongqing. This is a gift given to us by the gods."

Jia Cong's eyes grew hot when he saw it, and he reached out to touch it. If he hadn't withdrawn his hand quickly, he would have almost been pecked.

"Be careful!" Wan Yanshan pressed the eagle's back, rolled her eyes at Jia Cong, and said, "Fortunately you shrank quickly, otherwise I would have pecked a bloody hole for you. Only my sister and I can touch Xiaobai, and my father Will not work."

"Sorry, sorry." Jia Cong laughed twice and said eagerly: "Sister Wanyan, how about I trade this tiger with you for this sea blue?"

Wanyanshan smiled and shook her head.

"How about an additional ten thousand taels of silver?"

Wanyanshan still smiled and said nothing.

"Whatever you want, just say it." Jia Cong waved his hand proudly.

Wan Yanshan looked at Jia Cong and said apologetically: "Brother Jia, you are a good friend. I should give you the things you like. But it's useless for me to give it to you, Xiaobai. You can't control it. As long as you let it go, It flew back to me."

"I see, it was me who was abrupt." Jia Cong said with a smile.

Seeing that he was a little disappointed, Wan Yanshan hurriedly comforted him: "If Brother Jia likes it, I can go back and help you train another one, and give it to you next time. How about that?"

"Seriously?" Jia Cong said happily.

Wan Yanshan nodded: "We Jurchens will not lie."

"Okay, it's a deal. Next time we meet, I'll give you a gift too, just to make sure you like it. How about that?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Okay, it's settled. Pull the hook." Wan Yanshan cheered and extended her little finger.

"Is the Jurchen interested in this too?" Jia Cong was stunned.

"Learned it from you Han people." Wan Yanshan said with a smile.

"Okay! Hanging with a hook will not change for a hundred years."

After a while, everyone had dinner and it was getting dark.

The Jurchen men tied the cut bear meat and skins to the horses, lit pine torches, and waited aside.

Wan Yanshan handed a fist-sized piece of bear bile to Jia Cong with a sad look on her face: "Brother Jia, I'm leaving, please take care."

Jia Cong took it and said: "Lao Tu, give all your things to the girl and go back and learn how to cook. In addition, take all the wine you brought and give it to your Jurchen friends. Give her some of our wound medicine as well." They." Everyone hurriedly followed the order.

Wan Yanshan was moved to tears and cried: "Brother Jia, you are so kind, thank you."

"Since we are friends, there is no need to say thank you." Jia Cong smiled and patted her shoulder and said, "Why are you crying? Don't forget, you still owe me a seaweed. I will come to you to ask for it when I have time."

Wanyanshan burst into tears and smiled, nodded heavily, and said, "Brother Jia, don't forget, we are the Blackwater Jurchens of the Qilimi tribe, deep in this mountain."

"Remember it." Jia Cong agreed and watched her light the torch, lead the horse, and head back into the mountain three times at a time.

Jia Cong smiled slightly, this girl is quite cute.

"Let's go, we're going back too!" Everyone lit torches and returned the same way.

(End of this chapter)