"What do you owe me? There are newly laid eggs in the chicken coop. Go to the garden behind and pull out a few garlic sprouts to make a plate of hard vegetables. Then pick a few green persimmons and add some chili peppers to make another dish to go with wine."

The old man yelled and reprimanded the thick braided village girl: "You didn't see what she was doing, Maotai, if it's true, your father and I will be so lucky tonight that we will become wine gods!"

"Clang!"

The village girl with thick braids was so angry that she knocked on a large piece of blue stone on the wall next to the kitchen door with the spoon in her hand, causing sparks to fly in the dark twilight: "Okay, okay, come on, come on, come on.

, I’ll get you a spoon!”

"I can't do it. I have to stand on a stool when cooking, and my whole face has to hang above the pot. When the vegetables are cooked, your father's and my old bark face will be a little cooked."

The old man hunched his back and jumped up and down: "I've said it all, but you are just lazy. No wonder you are still an old girl that no one wants!"

"Humph, an old girl no one wants?"

The big braided man had a sneer on his face: "I'm waiting for you to meet the King of Hell so that I can seize your property."

"It's okay, I'll do it. I'm the best at cooking. As for the chicken soup, give us some more rice with crispy rice, pour a ladle of chicken soup on top, and give us two pieces of shiitake mushrooms. It'll be delicious."

Zhao Changan was a little dazed by the scene in front of him, but luckily he had never seen anything like that. He immediately smiled and took over the words with ease, preventing the father and daughter from hurting each other.

At the same time, he noticed that this pair of father and daughter were indeed not good-tempered, and they did not speak the difficult-to-understand dialect of the locals. Especially the girl with thick braids, who was actually fluent in Beijing movies.

As for this old man, he has a bit of a local accent, but it's not too strong, and the Mandarin branches are still very obvious.

"You have a good idea. The flavor of the stewed old hen is all in the soup and mushrooms, and the chicken is the firewood."

While the village girl revealed Zhao Changan's little idea, she quickly opened the courtyard door and said to Zhao Changan: "Go and see the fire in the stove. Don't let the chicken soup boil. I'll pick up the eggs."

Cai. Do you know how to do this?"

"Sure."

Zhao Changan was full of confidence.

"That's okay."

The village girl casually took the box of wine from Zhao Changan's hand, walked to the main room of the thatched house in a hurry, and said to the rickety old man: "Don't be idle, set up the tables and chairs, and pour tea for your distinguished guests!"

"Girl, they are all busy. Let's go to the back room to talk and drink tea."

The rickety old man invited Xiao Lan with a smile.

"Ah? Ah! Uh-huh."

In fact, Xiao Lan didn't want to go. She looked at this old man who had to face the ground completely if his head and spine were kept in a straight line. She felt a little panicked in her heart, but she also felt pity at the same time.

I was unwilling to reject such a pitiful, hearty and hospitable old man.

At the same time, Xiu Mu glanced at Zhao Changan's eyes with a puzzled expression, 'Is this the master you have traveled so far and worked so hard to find? You asked the wrong way and found the wrong person!'

At this time, Zhao Changan couldn't tell Xiao Lan that she didn't understand Chinese farmers at all. If she found the wrong person, the family's reaction would never be like this. And even if she found the wrong person, how could a person have such a reaction?

The farmers who show this kind of performance are definitely not ordinary farmers in the mountains.

Because when an ordinary farmer in the mountains sees someone driving a car at the door, the man has an imposing appearance, the woman is also very beautiful, and she is holding a box of wine in her hand, the first question she will definitely ask is: "Who are you looking for?" instead of

"Open the door to welcome our distinguished guests."

And this village girl would never say such sharp words.

Zhao Changan walked into the kitchen. On a platform made of yellow mud and straw, there was a large iron pot covered with a lid. The wooden pot lid of some years ago was shiny black, and there were gaps in the splicing of the wooden boards.

White steam was rising from the contact point between the lid and the iron pot.

There is cooking going on in the big iron pot, giving off a very unique smell of fireworks.

There were a lot of smoked meats and pork legs hanging from the beams above the patio. It was hard to tell whether they were domestic chickens, pheasants, or rabbits.

There is fat dripping from the top, dripping on the pot lid, and seeping into the rice through the gaps in the pot lid wooden board. This is probably the origin of the pyrotechnic smell.

There was a small stool at the entrance of the stove, and the flames illuminated the inside of the stove. There was a similarly jet black earthenware pot, which was being stewed by the stove fire.

He sat on a small stool, picked up the fire tongs, and carefully fiddled with the firewood inside to control the fire, not too big or too small.

The old hen's angry clatter came from the yard, and the girl with the thick braid said, "Why are you unconvinced and want to peck me? I won't accept it, and your egg won't survive tonight. Either it will be snatched away by the rhubarb, or it will be picked up by the rhubarb."

I was pecked by your man, if it weren't for the other old hens who ate it, they would be scolded.

Zhao Changan smiled and looked at the stove fire, the heat and warm red light illuminated his face and body.

For so many years, I have faced this kind of stove fire directly at Wen Ye's house in Wenjia Village. Under the warmth of the red fire, I passed the cemetery before, the coldness under the golden sunlight of the setting sun, and entered this large village with blue bricks and black tiles.

The silence of the white walls was completely burned away by the fire, and the whole body was warm and comfortable.

At this moment, Zhao Changan seemed to experience a rare kind of calmness without any fluctuations in his heart. He even had the feeling that he was actually cooking and stewing chicken soup in front of the table. Intoxicated by the deliciousness of the chicken soup, Nan Ke Yimeng suddenly woke up.

A sense of a sudden dream.

"This small courtyard is interesting."

Zhao Changan saw that the fire was a little weak, so he used the tongs to clamp a chestnut tree to chop firewood. However, he felt that it was not useful to hold such a large piece of firewood with the tongs, so he simply put the firewood into the stove with his hands.

The two sides of the chestnut tree were white and smooth as a mirror, and one side was curved with bark for splitting firewood. Then the contact between the bark and the white surface and the ridge between the two white surfaces turned into a light color.

Black carbonizes and burns.

——

Xiao Lan accompanied the rickety old man into the main room of the thatched house. Because there was no light on, Xiao Lan felt a bit eerie and cold. His delicate body couldn't help but shiver, and she wanted to go to the kitchen to find Zhao Changan.

"Pap~"

The old man turned on the lights in the main room, and the vision in Xiao Lan's eyes became clearer. What she could see were the same furnishings in the main room in the countryside that she had seen at relatives' homes in her hometown.

This kind of decoration and bright lights made her calm down, and she couldn't help but laugh at herself, thinking that she was really too timid.

Seeing that the old man wanted to pour her tea, Xiao Lan quickly said that she would do it herself. In fact, she was really not thirsty now, but she was just being polite. If she said she didn't want to drink water, it would be a bit disrespectful.

Xiao Lan grabbed a few long green and black tea leaves herself. To her surprise, the tea bowl turned out to be very exquisite JDZ porcelain.

(End of chapter)


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