Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 111 Fishing
The beds in the water dock are made of fine cotton cloth.

Going out, this was the sweetest night Jiang Xian had ever slept.

The next day, she was awakened by the sound of an ax chopping wood.

Pushing open the small door of the water dock, I happened to see Qin Yanfeng bending over to chop bamboo.

The morning light is faint, and there are a few wisps of thin clouds floating in the pale blue sky in the distance, and the pool is peacefully shrouded in the hazy morning mist.Qin Yanfeng stood by the pool, with that mask on his face all the time, changed into a dark black cloth jacket, and his black hair was neatly tied on top of his head with cloth strips.He stepped on one end of a bowl-thick bamboo with his foot, and sharply cut off the branches and leaves at the other end with a long sword.

He didn't look up, "Are you awake?"

Jiang Xian came back to her senses and asked, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yanfeng pointed to the open space on the right side of Xiashuiwu, where the foundation had been nailed overnight.Jiang Xian was very surprised, "You did it all by yourself?"

"Otherwise, who else would it be?" Qin Yanfeng opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Poor Song Qi had someone sneaking around all night last night, and he left at dawn, and his master took all the credit for it.

Jiang Xian admired Qin Yanfeng's efficiency in his work and did not doubt him, "Song Qi, you are really amazing."

Qin Yanfeng's right hand holding the sword slipped, and the blade almost hit his instep.

He gave a strange "hmm", and suddenly began to regret borrowing other people's names casually, so that he felt very uncomfortable when the word "Song Qi" came out of Jiang Xian's mouth.

Jiang Xian didn't think much about it.

She knelt by the pool, brushed her hair and washed her face in the water, then turned around and started to work.

The arm injury is getting better, and it no longer affects the movement.She cooked the rice porridge and sent Qin Yanfeng a large bowl, then surrounded the water dock, cleaned the front and back, put all the messy things under the eaves in order, and everything was in order.

The only vegetables Qin Yanfeng brought back were cabbage and radishes that were easy to store. Jiang Xian followed Tang Wanxiang's ears and eyes, and these common vegetables can also be made into tricks.

She first washed and cut the radishes into shreds, marinated them with salt, rubbed them into balls, hung them with batter, and fried them one by one until golden; Stir fry with vinegar sauce.Although the method is simple, it uses ingenuity. In addition, she has a good grasp of the heat and seasoning, and the vegetarian dishes are also meaty.

Qin Yanfeng thought it was porridge again at noon.

Unexpectedly, when he was building the bamboo house, Jiang Xian picked up the steamed rice in a bamboo tube, and the rice had the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the grains were distinct.With the radish balls and vinegared cabbage she made, it is very tempting.

"How is it? Is the taste okay?"

It's rare to cook a dish seriously, Jiang Xian asked expectantly.

Qin Yanfeng didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, so he took a mouthful of rice, "It's really good."

"Hey." Jiang Xian sighed, "You didn't eat the rabbit I roasted that night." Speaking of the rabbit, she began to feel sorry again, muttering to blame the bandits in Qingfengzhai.Obviously she should feel noisy, but her voice is soft and sweet, and it just sounds pleasant.

Qin Yanfeng couldn't help laughing.

No wonder Jiang Xian misses the rabbit.

In Yuguo Mansion, she eats every meal very finely, including chicken, duck and fish.Now hiding in this remote mountain, except for cabbage and radish, there is not even a piece of meat.

Thinking of this, Qin Yanfeng took another look at her.

She rested her chin on one hand, and poked her chopsticks back and forth in the bamboo rice.The noon light passes through the thatched eaves of the water dock, making the white fingers holding the chopsticks appear crystal clear.The sleeves slipped off and piled up to the elbow, making the wrist even more slender.

She is too thin.

The moment he lowered his head, he could vaguely see the fluffy fluff on his neck.

Coupled with her gentle and kind nature, Qin Yanfeng felt more and more like a... quail.

Qin Yanfeng put down his chopsticks, "I'll go fishing in the lake below the mountain later."

If you are so thin, you need to make up for it.

"Is there no fish in this pond?"

"The fish here are not fat."

Jiang Xian hadn't known the taste of meat for three months. Her eyes lit up when she heard the words, "Okay, I'm also good at cooking fish. Do you want steamed or stewed?"

"It will be all right."

"Well, then one is steamed, one is braised in brown sauce, and one is used for frying. After frying, make soup with radishes and sprinkle with chopped green onions..."

Jiang Xian has already thought of various fish recipes in her mind.

After Qin Yanfeng finished his meal, he chopped off the thin bamboo, tied one end with rope, bent a nail to make a fishhook, and carried the bamboo basket to the small lake at the foot of the mountain.This small lake is not big, but there are many fish.He found a place to sit on the ground, looking at the calm lake, full of confidence and ready to cast his pole for fishing, when he suddenly remembered an important thing.

...he doesn't seem to know how to fish.

(End of this chapter)