A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 876 Did you make a special trip to find this?
Ming Yanjun himself skillfully stuffed a fire into the stove, and said confidently: "I can handle it."

Today's mushrooms were originally intended to be served cold, but Mr. Ming Yan had seen Qiuke use them for soup and stir-fry. She thought about it, so let's eat stir-fry for another day.

Put oil in the pan and it will heat up quickly.

She started to prepare the amount of salt first, so as not to put the salt in a hurry.

The fire in the stove was blazing, and in just a moment, the oil in the pot was so hot that green smoke was coming out.

She looked solemn, as if she was dealing with a very difficult enemy, she didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately put the ingredients into the pot.

Immediately, thick smoke billowed up.

She quickly poured the mushrooms down again.

With a bang, the pot was full of noise.

Mr. Mingyan smelled a smell of burnt food, and thought it was bad, but before she could rescue it, flames rose from the oil pan.

She decided to settle for the next best thing, forget it, let's make soup.Who said that the fire needs to be put out?

So she turned to scoop up a ladle of water and was about to pour it into the pot.

Fortunately, just before the ladle of water was poured into the pot, Qiu Ke appeared behind Ming Yanjun in time, stretched out her hand to hold her wrist, and stopped her.

How can the fire be extinguished like this, it is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.Fortunately, he was stopped by him.

But some of the water in the ladle was accidentally spilled into the pot, and the flames in the oil pot suddenly became more intense, and the sizzling continued.Flames and scorching heat kept rising.

Qiu Ke immediately took back Ming Yanjun's hand, picked up the lid next to it with the other hand, and put it on the pot.

He pulled out the fire from the stove again, and the momentum in the pot gradually subsided.

Qiu Ke took her wrist and checked it back and forth, asking, "Is it hurt?"

Ming Yanjun himself was fine, but she saw a red patch on the back of Qiu Ke's hand.

She pursed her lips and said, "I'm fine." Then she turned to find a towel, soaked it in cold water, and applied it to the back of his hand.

Then she lifted the lid, glanced at the burnt ball in the pot, looked at Qiu Ke again, and asked, "Can't I eat it?"

Qiu Ke smiled softly and said, "It's barely edible."

"Forget it, let's not eat this."

Wasn't her day's hard work in vain?
Sui Qiuke said: "I have eaten a mushroom dish before. I specially fried the mushrooms in a pot before serving them. It smelled of a unique burnt aroma."

"Really?"

Qiu Ke raised the corner of her lips and said, "What did I lie to you for?"

Encouraged by Qiu Ke, Ming Yanjun sprinkled salt into the pot, stirred it evenly, and put it on a plate.

At dinner, the two faced the burnt mushrooms in silence.

Qiu Ke moved the chopsticks first, and said, "I'll try it first."

He took a bite into his mouth, then swallowed.But when Lord Ming Yan wanted to taste it, he stopped him.

He smiled and said, "You should go to Aunt Lin and ask for a bowl of mushroom soup."

"Is it that unpalatable?"

Qiu Ke said, "Fortunately, it's not particularly bad."

Ming Yanjun insisted on tasting it, but as soon as he took it, he frowned and spit it out, "It really is very unpalatable. Qiu Ke, do you have a bad sense of taste, or are you trying to comfort me?"

Later, Ming Yanjun went to Aunt Lin to bring new mushroom soup. Compared with her masterpiece, she suddenly felt that the mushroom soup became delicious again.

It's just that Qiu Ke always picks up her dishes from time to time.

Ming Yanjun had no choice but to stop him, looked at him with weird eyes and said: "I didn't expect you to have such a strong taste. Don't eat it, be careful to spoil your stomach."

Qiu Ke said: "It's okay to eat." If you don't eat now, you won't be able to eat even if you want to eat in the future.

In the end, Mr. Mingyan had no choice but to take the burnt mushrooms away.

In the evening, Qiu Ke went to wash and came back, and found that Mr. Mingyan was nowhere to be seen in or outside the room.

He searched but couldn't find it, so he had to ask the villagers who hadn't rested yet. The villagers pointed to a dark village road over there and said, "She went to Aunt Lin's house."

Qiu Ke moved the corner of her mouth.

Could it be that you are still thinking about Aunt Lin's chicken?
Immediately, he also raised his feet to go to that path, but only halfway there, he vaguely saw Ming Yanjun walking slowly from the other end of the path.

When Ming Yanjun raised his head and saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and said, "What are you doing out here?"

Qiu Ke said, "Come to find you."

He was facing the faint light overflowing from the house, but Ming Yanjun could vaguely see the light in his eyes, as if it could penetrate into people's hearts.

Ming Yanjun collected his mind, lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet, and walked towards him step by step.

Qiu Ke saw that she was carrying something in her hand and asked, "What are you carrying?"

Lord Ming Yan said: "Good stuff."

Back in the house, Qiu Ke saw that it was a cloth bag and a jar of wine.

Ming Yanjun opened the cloth bag, which contained some powder, and then she went to get some oil and came back, mixed the powder and oil in a bowl and stirred evenly.

Qiu Ke watched quietly.

While stirring, she said, "This is the ashes from the burnt pine bark. Aunt Lin said that if you mix it with oil, it can cure burns after you apply it."

After she finished stirring, she went to take Qiuke's hand.She carefully spread the ash on the back of his somewhat red and swollen hands.

Qiu Ke lowered her eyes and said in a deep voice when she spoke, "So, you made a special trip to find this?"

Ming Yanjun smiled and said: "I also brought back a can of wine brewed by their farm. Try it later."

Drinking is of course a pleasure.What's more, she hasn't had a drink with Qiu Ke for a long time.

After compressing the back of Qiu Ke's hands, she found two empty bowls and poured out the wine.

The wine was a little cloudy when it entered the bowl, and it was dark brown. Besides the aroma of the wine, there was also a strange and indescribable smell.

But it tastes very mellow and smooth, like an old wine that has been placed for many years.

Qiu Ke couldn't help asking: "There is still such a good wine in this village, what kind of wine is it?"

Lord Mingyan said: "Deer blood wine."

Qiu Ke almost spat out: "..."

Lord Mingyan said: "I heard that it promotes blood circulation and promotes qi, so I went to ask Uncle Cheng for it."

Qiu Ke: "Did you specifically tell her that you wanted stag blood wine?"

Ming Yanjun nodded: "That's right. Uncle Cheng is a nice person, he generously gave me all the leftovers, and also told you to drink more, this kind of tonic wine is especially good for people with backaches."

Qiu Ke held her forehead and was speechless for a long time.

Ming Yanjun wanted to taste the taste, but before she had time to take a sip, Qiu Ke grabbed her in time.

Qiu Ke said uncertainly, "You can't drink this."

If Qiuke didn't allow her to drink before, she would have snatched it from him.It's just that right now, she thinks that this wine will be curative for his waist injury, so she won't grab it from him.

So Lord Ming Yan said: "Then you drink more."

Qiu Ke faintly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Later, Qiu Ke didn't drink much.He didn't allow Mr. Ming Yan to touch the remaining bowl of wine, and he didn't touch it himself.

(End of this chapter)