Chapter 18 Talking

The flames danced and kissed the bottom of the pot, the sun gradually moved in the air, and a strong fragrance wafted out from under the partially closed wooden pot lid.

Zong Che was at the age of growing body, when he smelled the fragrance, his stomach gurgled uncontrollably, and he suddenly felt a heat on his face.

He has never had the trouble of eating and drinking, and he used to be proud of his self-control, but now this woman who came from nowhere actually made him realize the reality in a short time: he is also a layman, he will be greedy.

An hour later, the sweet-scented osmanthus sausage simmered over a low heat was fully cooked. Holding chopsticks in one hand and a wooden shovel in the other, An Xu placed the untreated fat sausage on the bamboo grate.

When the fat sausage is not so hot, cut off a section first, cut it horizontally in the middle, and cut it into thick slices about [-] cm on the side.

With a slight touch of the hand, it looks very beautiful.

The stuffing made by the solidified egg liquid is very beautiful, and the pale yellow egg flowers are like sweet-scented osmanthus after ripening.An Xu picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to taste it. The Q-bomb fat intestines were wrapped with refreshing fillings, and the thickness was appropriate. Compared with the authentic method, it had a better taste.

Footsteps sounded, across the stove, An Xu looked at Zong Che who was walking over, and said with a smile, "Would you like to have a taste?"

It was hard for him to maintain a look of indifference, Zong Che was a little sensitive when he heard this, and always felt that the other party was saying that he was greedy.

However, if you are greedy, you can be greedy. This scent is not as strong and overbearing as the stewed meat shop in the county town, but it still smells good.

Because the thatched hut was open on all sides, Zong Che walked in directly from the side he came from, picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating without being polite.

An Xu smiled and said, "How does it taste?"

Zong Che nodded.

It was already past noon, so An Xu let him eat first, pulled off a garlic, peeled the garlic and mashed it into minced garlic, and within a few minutes, two large bowls of buckwheat noodles were mixed.

This thing is currently the staple food of An Xu and Zong Che, because it is very troublesome to make it once. Before going to bed last night, she made enough to eat for two days, and put it in a bamboo basket after cold water.

After mixing the noodles, before serving them on the table, An Xu thought about it, and poured a spoonful of cooking juice from the bottom of the pot into the bowl.

It should be that An Da Ni hasn't eaten meat for a long time, but she just added a spoonful of very simple boiled juice and served with osmanthus sausage, which made An Xu feel like she was going to a state banquet.

After lunch, An Xu went to the mountain again with a bamboo basket on his back. Like An Ao said, he wanted to eat a wild sorbet, and it was very convenient to guard the mountain.

It's just that the taste is not so flattering. Sour is the most basic, some are astringent, and some are slightly bitter.

The shape is even more strange, but for An Xu who has no original funds, it is a very good fortune without capital.

When she entered the mountain yesterday, she had already paid special attention to it. The kind of wild fruit with prominent black spots that can be grasped by an adult is very common in the mountains.

On the way into the mountain, there are both sides.

"The mountains are dangerous, don't pick up those torreya seeds."

Just about to go out, Zong Che came out of the thatched hut.

An Xu stopped in his tracks and looked at his face. He was genuinely worried about her, so he couldn't help but smiled: "I'm going to pick some fruits, and I'll be back in a while."

Zong Che snorted as if in response, but An Xu left, and he stood at the door watching for a while before going back.

An Xu really didn't want to pick torreya again, not because she was afraid of danger. In her opinion, the location of the torreya tree was not in the middle, but she had been working since early in the morning, and she was already tired enough , I don’t want to walk so many mountain roads.

Besides, with so many torreya seeds, she couldn't take them all to the county seat at once.

So it wasn't considered a formal walk into the mountain, An Xu picked a large bamboo basket full of brown, yellow and black-spotted fruits and came back.

As the sky darkened and the kitchen was lit with fire, Zong Che, who had been copying books for a long time, put down his pen and came out. Seeing the wooden basin by the stove full of yellow fruits with black spots, he was very puzzled.

This time An Xu didn't let him go back to the house to read, and said, "If you're okay, help wash out the fruit in the basin."

In the dancing firelight, Zong Che's brows twitched. He had never been called to do any work before.Although An Da Ni used to say things like asking him to be grateful, he never let him touch these tasks.

But for some reason, this person who would take the initiative to order him to work made him feel pretty good.

An Xu didn't know what he was thinking, took a look, and went over to put a small stool by the basin.

Zong Che sat down, and another bamboo basket was put down by his hand.He began to clean the yellow fruits, feeling a faint anticipation for today's dinner.

I am really a layman who values ​​appetite.

An Xu made dinner here, and half of the yellow fruits were washed over there. She walked over to order people to eat, and put the washed basket on a stool in the yard.

It was a late meal today, so An Xu moved the small wooden table to the stove, and it was convenient to eat by the fire under the stove. The cooking pot had already been washed, and half a pot of water was added at this time.

After eating, wash your feet with water.

There are two dishes on the small table, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus sausage made at noon, and a plate of cold shredded radish.As for the rice, it is still pimple soup, and there are no steamed buns or pancakes.

It is true that I ate soba noodles at noon, but up to now An Xu feels that he has not eaten anything. Dinner without staple food is more like a diet meal.

While eating, Zong Che on the opposite side said, "Tomorrow I will go to the county with you."

"Your legs are like this, let's rest at home." It may be that the boy has been waiting for her to feed him for the past two days, and now An Xu has the mentality of treating him as a little brother.

One sentence from Zong Che changed An Xu's decision, "Do you know where to sell things?"

"I don't know, and you don't necessarily know either."

Not only did An Xu not know where to sell things, but he also didn't know how to get to the county.

Although she had asked a good pharmacy in Zongche County in advance, and she could inquire about it at that time, but after thinking about it, she still said: "Then you go with me, and I will find a doctor to show you your legs."

Zong Che said, "You are so kind to me now."

An Xu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and then seeing the boy's sincere expression, what he said was sincere and meant nothing else.

She laughed twice.

Zong Che also smiled in his heart, he thought this ghost was quite coaxable.

"Xiao, Chong," An Xu didn't know the name of the original owner's younger brother, so he said in the voice of the big brother, "Where do you usually go, do you know something?"

She thought about it again and again, there would be no problem with asking this way, so she asked.

Although the younger brother is the original owner's own younger brother, both Zong Che and An Xiaodi are about the same age, and the two of them should be closer than the original owner.

When Zong Che heard this, he raised his eyes and took a look. Such a little trial must be very hard.

He couldn't help laughing in his heart, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lower lips, pretending to be thinking seriously, and said: "Xiao Chong has been clamoring to earn money to go to school, if you don't give him money, he will He said he wanted to make money by himself, but he didn't know anyone outside, and I didn't know where he went."

(End of this chapter)

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