I was a fortune teller in 90

Chapter 477: Simple Farmhouse Meal
The car drove for more than two hours and stopped at the foot of Bajiao Peak.

In the early winter morning, there is a chill in the air. Taking a deep breath can make you feel more awake.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the sun broke through the morning mist and sprinkled among the mountains and forests. The light golden light diluted some of the chill.

Cheng Hao parked his car at a farmer's house at the foot of the mountain and ordered lunch. He had been here before and the family knew him.

After greeting each other, Old Man Zhang directly asked his daughter-in-law to catch a chicken and stew it to entertain the distinguished guests from the city.

Dai Qing looked at their enthusiastic attitude, professional habits, and their facial features.

They are all simple farmers, and peace is a blessing.

Only the old man's son has a full and shiny wealth palace, which shows a face full of wealth.

"Just go up to the mountains to play, and you can eat when you come back. Farm food is a little rough, but it will fill you up." Old man Zhang held his pipe, his face full of wrinkles as he smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. We haven't climbed a mountain for a long time. We may not come down on time." Cheng Hao smiled gently. After all, climbing a mountain is a physical activity. People who do not move much may not be able to keep up with the physical strength.

"It's okay. I'll ask my family to warm the rice in the pot, so it'll be hot whenever I come back."

Old man Zhang smiled innocently and didn't care at all.

"The hillside here isn't very high. It only takes two hours to climb to the spring on the top of the hill and then come down."

After leaving Zhang's house, the two walked along the gravel road to the foot of the mountain.

Standing on the stone steps, Dai Qing looked up at the mountains in front of him. The place where they lived was a plain, and the nearby mountains were not too high, but for those of them who occasionally climbed mountains, this height was enough.

"Uncle Zhang and his friends are used to walking on mountain roads. They can easily make the round trip in two hours. But it's different for us. It's good enough if we can get down in three hours. Safety is the most important thing."

Dai Qing nodded, glanced at the several paths extending from the side, and curiously went over to take a look, "There are quite a lot of mountain roads here."

I heard that there was no road in the mountains, but it was formed when more people walked on it.

"We can just follow the steps. The wild paths nearby are still very dangerous for people who don't climb often. Besides, our climbing equipment is not very complete, so we can't take risks easily. If we follow the stone steps, we can also enjoy the scenery on both sides along the way."

Cheng Hao looked at the sneakers on the two people's feet and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

For mountain people, a pair of cloth shoes can make walking in the mountains as easy as walking on flat ground. But they can't do that and must be careful.

"That's right. Adventure means danger."

She is no longer the curious age of seventeen or eighteen, so she naturally would not joke with her own life.

Dai Qing took out the prepared gloves from her bag and handed a pair to Cheng Hao. "Pick up a stick to use as a walking stick later, so you don't get your hands pricked."

"Thank you."

Cheng Hao took the gloves and the two of them walked up the stairs.

The trees in the forest are withered in early winter, a thick layer of fallen leaves covers the ground, and the sound of gurgling streams can be heard in the ears.

Dai Qing looked around and saw an inconspicuous stream three meters away from the stone steps. The rocks were intertwined and covered with fallen leaves, forming an undercurrent.

Walking between the mountains and forests, with the rustling of fallen leaves under your feet, you are surrounded by mottled rocks and bare trees, with only one or two trees occasionally still covered with yellow leaves.

At a glance, the blue sky, white clouds, and mountains look like a flowing painting.

"The mountains and forests in early winter have a special flavor."

Dai Qing picked up a wooden stick from the ditch next to the stone steps and walked forward, knocking on the sticks.

“The advantage of climbing the mountain in early winter is that there are no snakes or insects. Experienced locals will hunt some pheasants and rabbits at this time, clean them up, and dry them under the porch to make cured meat, which will become a dish on the table during the New Year.” Cheng Hao followed suit and picked up a stick to play with.

The sun had risen completely, and the sunlight was shining on the winding mountain road. Dai Qing put her hands on the pergola and squinted her eyes to look forward. After an hour, they had only walked half the distance.

When they reached the top of the mountain and stood in front of the spring, Dai Qing took out the thermos, took a sip, and handed it to Cheng Hao.

"Would you like some extra water?"

Cheng Hao looked at her, took it and took two gulps, then took her to stand on a big rock and looked into the distance. The breeze was blowing gently and the fallen leaves were dancing, adding a touch of moving charm to the quiet forest.

The two of them chose a clean stone pier, sat down to rest, and quietly enjoyed the warm sunshine.

Cheng Hao looked at the quiet girl beside him, with gentle features. Being with her always gave people a relaxed and comfortable feeling.

The throbbing feeling I had for her had never disappeared.

But he was not in a hurry and would not give her any burden. He just hoped that one day, when she became emotionally aware, she would be the first to see him.

If there is really no fate, just like Dai Qing said, just treat it as destiny.

“How does it feel to climb the mountain?”

"It makes people happy both physically and mentally." Dai Qing raised her head and closed her eyes, feeling that she was the only one in the world, quiet and at ease.

"I really enjoy the process of expending physical energy while climbing." Cheng Hao looked at her profile and smiled gently.

The two sat on the top of the mountain for an hour and then got up and went down the mountain.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

Just as Old Man Zhang said, the pheasant they stewed for them was kept warm in the pot and was tender and rotten to the bone.

"Our chickens are very fat. In addition to feeding them grain, we go to the bamboo forest in front of us every day to catch insects to eat. These chickens are the most delicious when stewed."

Zhang's daughter-in-law tied an apron and brought two bowls of egg drop soup to the two of them.

"Have as much steamed bun and egg drop soup as you want. If you're not satisfied, there's more."

"The food is delicious, and the eggs are well stewed. This is enough for us." Dai Qing took a sip of the egg drop soup and nodded. She had to admit that although the farm meals were simple, they were homely and very comfortable to eat.

Tourism has not yet become popular, and most of the villagers are simple and kind.

When tourism became popular later, tourists were being recruited from all over the country, and residents living in scenic areas also began to set up various styles of homestays to attract guests. After being eroded by commercialism, the simplicity and kindness of the past were gone with the wind.

The two of them had consumed a lot of energy. They ate a stewed chicken, four steamed buns, and drank two bowls of egg drop soup before they put down their chopsticks.

Looking at each other and smiling,

After exerting physical energy, food tastes delicious.

Seeing that the time was about right, the two prepared to leave.

Old man Zhang was sitting on the stone pier at the door, holding his pipe. When he saw the two people leaving, he stood up with a smile and asked, "How is it, are you full?"

"The food was delicious. Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Zhang."

"No thanks, no thanks. You come here so often because you appreciate our forest. I hope you will come often in the future."

Old man Zhang pointed to the bamboo forest on the hillside ahead and spoke with a smile.

"That bamboo forest produces a lot of bamboo shoots and bamboo fungus every spring. If you have time, you can come and taste them."