Fields of Gold

There's a free meal!! Yu Xiaograss looked down at his brother and asked him for his opinion. He said yes with pleasure. But being a little fish is not as public as oyster oil. She asked to be cleared!

Wednesday, Minotaur took her into a separate kitchen, guarding herself in front of the door and guarding against peeping. Others won't say, Chef Wang has long been eager to try, and wants to see if he can learn something in the name of helping.

In fact, the fresh taste of the little white fish itself can be appealing even if there is no excess seasoning. Cook up, no difficulty and no secrets. But she's trying to create a mystery of ‘mastery', and there may be possibilities for cooperation in the future.

Yu Xiaograss took the simplest flavor, only salt and ginger onion were added. To make the soup taste more refreshing, she specially beat a ladle of water, let the soup circle pour a few times inside, and use the “bath water” of Tianshi as the bottom of the soup.

The soup is thick and white like milk, the fish meat is instantly melted, and the flavour is fresh and smooth... the young people here fight almost to get an extra sip of fish soup.

Even Sven Yun Yunxi, who grabbed fish soup and fish, became a fierce little monster. There was no way, he was influenced by the old Tao Grandpa and became a real Tao.

Yet the culprit Yu Xiaowei, in the VIP Bakery of Zhenzheng Tower, leads his younger brother to taste the richest lunch since the crossing - six dishes for three, one soup, four vegetables, all excellent dishes made by Chef Wang himself. The taste is naturally conceivable.

Even if you've seen Zhao Qiang in the world, it's hard to eat and support. Little grass brothers ate a round belly. Little stone hummed with a round stomach, scared Grass to help him rub his stomach. If you get sick, it's bad.

[Nothing! Drinking some bath water, eating healthy stomach, not sick...] When the three of us ate, Xiaotong Tianshi turned around the dish sprayed with incense, his eyes golden, almost didn't go in the vegetable. Unfortunately, I can't see it.

Humph! When the Spiritual Power of this Divine Stone is restored, it can be shown as an entity, it must be an addiction!!

Yu Xiaograss tried to ignore it, quietly bouncing his fingers on it, the little guy was bounced on the heel, his teeth raised and his claws lit.

Little grass replaced the cold tea in the pot with spiritual stone water, poured Zhao Xian a cup, fed the little stone to drink some, and drank a few sips himself.

Watching the other half of the ginseng stew chicken on the table, Yu Xiaograss certainly wouldn't waste it. He asked the little fellow Li Liang for a pot, packed the chicken soup, and smiled and said to his brother: “I'm worried about not bringing anything good to make up for my brother! ”

After lunch, Yu Xiaograss and the master cabinet chilled out and asked for the location of the "Zhang Zheng” wooden store, and left with Zhao Xiao and his brother.

On the street, the hawkers called for sale, the customers bargained, and the acquaintances shouted cold voices, interwoven into a lively gathering song.

“Sell sugar, sell sugar! Sweet malt!” The sugar vendor, picking on his burdens, drank aloud and walked past the two brothers. The little stone turned its head and looked at a layer of coarse maltose wrapped in white flour on the strap, his eyes seemed to be sucked, unable to pull it out.

Farmer children don't eat sugar many times a year. Last year, their father hit a deer, sold a good price, and gave the kids a kilo of malt sugar. Grandma Zhang scolded and said that their father would get used to the children, but the whole day, read a whole hour. He also took away the sugar and hid it, saying it was to entertain the Guests when they came.

Finally, Grandpa spoke to his brother only a few times. One person cut a nail-sized candy block and said he didn't want to give it any more. Later, those sugars fell into someone's stomach. The sweet, slightly sticky teeth with a chewy and inexhaustible taste keep the pebbles coming back to this day.

Seeing your little brother look like this, the grass feels a bit sour. She called the sugar vendor and took out two bronze plates, "Would you cut ten cents of malt sugar, please? ”

The clothes on the two brothers were worn out but clean. And for that reason, the hawker looked down on his sisters, smiling and shouting, “Okay! ”

“No, no!” The little stone swallowed a sip of water and waved his little hand knowingly, "Second Sister, don't waste your money. I don't like sugar. ”

Little grass touched his head in pain and smiled: “I want sugar, can't I? Didn't we get paid today? No less than ten cents! Little master cabinet, say it! ”

This “little palm cabinet" is called the sugar-buying brother-in-law. He walks the streets with burdens every day, his biggest wish is to open a shop selling sugar and become the owner himself. When he took the knife, he sided slightly inside and cut more sugar naturally.

Little grass trouble buying sugar brother, cut the malt sugar to the size of a thumb, first take one in the hand, the rest carefully wrapped with oil paper. She deliberately swayed the maltose in front of the pebble and sent it under her nose. She sniffed it gently and praised loudly: "It smells good and must taste sweet. Too bad, brother, you don't like these sugars, but I'm all alone! ”

Little stone licked his lips, his eyes spinning with his sister holding maltose, and his face showed the look of a poor puppy wanting to eat like a fleshbone. However, she endured not to quarrel with her about sugar.

Little grass stopped teasing him, stuffed malt sugar in his mouth, put this painful little brother in his arms: “Little rock, sister will buy you sugar every day next day, and delicious snacks...”

“No, I'm rich. I bought cotton to make a quilt, and the cotton from my parents came out. And my sisters' clothes are so short that they can't be worn. Little rocks don't eat sugar, it's okay! ”

The little guy had maltose in his mouth, couldn't resist biting, just licking it with his tongue and licking it, the sweet smell dissolved in his mouth, the little guy happily squeezed his eyes, like a stuffed cat.

“Mm-hmm! When we split up, make clothes for everyone in the house, buy some more kang mattresses, make us white rice with stones every day, steam white noodles...” Grass took his little brother's hand and walked towards the wooden store.

Little rock laughs even more: “Eating white rice noodles every day is a little wasteful, isn't it? Why don't you save it and take it out when you need it in the future...”

Zhao Xiao walked behind the two brothers and listened silently to their conversation. Is that what brothers and sisters are like? He rarely deals with his peers in the village alone. Looking at the friendship between sisters, there was an unknown emotion in my heart.

There are three streets across the town, the wooden shop where Little Grass's Big Brother Yu Shipping Station “works”, and the Zhenzheng Tower, are all on the busiest street. Speaking, speaking, the brothers and sisters saw the sign for the "Seal” wooden shop.

She dropped out of junior high without graduation in her previous life, and wore it in complex, traditional characters, making her almost illiterate. I can only recognise a few with a guess.

The master woodworker shop is very good craftsman, the master cabinet frequently goes to Beijing to “learn the scriptures”. The town and the surrounding conditioned people love this woodworker store called "Zhang Jie” custom furniture ware, the business is naturally good.

The two brothers joined hands into the shop. Xiao Er heard the movement, stacked up a laugh and turned around. She saw the clothes on the two of them and suddenly turned clear. He pulled his face and drank: "Go, go, go! Poor bastards, this is no place for you to play. Get the fuck out of here! ”

Yu Xiaograss frowned. Although he was angry, his dog's eyes looked low and he held on. “Second Brother, our big brother is an apprentice in a wooden shop, called Yuhang. Would you mind sending him a message and saying that his brother and sister are here to see him? ”

“Yuhang? Someone saw him last month. Why is he home again? If you can't help it, just go back in and out. When is this place?” The guy had an impatient look, and his tone was full of disdain.

Grass held her breath and said softly: “Brother Xiao, it's not easy for our brother to come all the way here. Please make it easy for Brother Xiao. ”

Dude threw the rag on his hand heavily on the table, walked to the back door of the shop, pulled his voice in the yard and shouted: "Yuhang, Yuhang!! Someone's looking!”

I don't care if anyone answers inside, I go back to the shop, pick up the cloth like a fly, and throw the two brothers out: “Go, wait outside! Don't keep us in business... Lord Fang, please go inside! Your customized screen has been turned on. Come in and check it out! ”

A gorgeous boy got off the carriage in front of the wooden shop with a small page. The man saw a busy pile of glorious smiles and greeted people with enthusiasm.

Yu Xiaograss shrugged his shoulders and smiled suddenly: "Man, that's reality."

The dude swept his siblings lightly and his eyes stopped for two seconds as she laughed at herself. Just now, the man's pie, Fang Xuan, in his eyes, thought he would be treated that way, this is obviously the poor people's sisters and brothers, will grieve, will be sad, will escape...

I didn't expect my sister to smile slightly, and the divine state was flash. This unscrupulous attitude seems to indicate the extraordinary future of her. The footsteps of Fang Xuan did not stop for this reason. We thought we were just passing through each other's lives. I didn't expect him and her to cross again in the near future...

“Sister, Rock, what are you doing here?” Yuhang walked out of the shop limping and his face revealed heartfelt joy.

“Brother, what happened to your foot? And the face...” The little stone opened his doubtful eyes and asked painfully.

Yu Xiaograss glanced at Yu Hang Qingxiu's face, two signs of red swelling were clearly visible, and the posture that had just emerged was also as if to endure pain.

Yuhang touched the scar on his face and pretended to be fine: “Nothing, when working, he didn't notice that he was tripped by wood, his feet were twisted, and his face was scratched by an unclean branch on the wood. Little hurt, don't be so fussy. Sister, are you all right? Is everything okay at home? Can we eat enough? ”