Chapter 7 Yebazi Steam Pot Chicken

The black jade her grandfather gave her was still hanging around her neck, emitting a faint green light in the sunlight.

Xia Wu could clearly feel that he had a key, a key that could open the magical door.

Her mind moved at will, and she could glimpse the cave space hidden in the Shentingxue. There was nothing else in the space except the spiritual spring that dripped and gathered.

The spiritual spring is only the size of a millstone. I don’t know how long it took to accumulate enough water to form a full pool. It is more lustrous than the greenest jade in the world.

In his dream, Xia Wu took a bite out of curiosity. When he woke up, he felt refreshed, and the accumulated fatigue and pain in his body seemed to have disappeared.

A person's body and mood will affect each other. For such a long time, Xia Wu has been depressed, and her decision to cut her wrists was not entirely to threaten Fu Shilin.

She was really feeling pain, and the pain in her heart could not be eliminated, so she had to divert it by hurting herself.

But after waking up, Xia Wu felt as if she had been washed clean by water, from her soul to her body, as if she were reborn.

She was as clear and transparent as emerald, and felt at ease both physically and mentally, all because of that spring water.

Why are there such strange changes in Moyu? Does Grandpa know? Is this all her imagination or what?

Xia Wu actually had a lot of doubts in his mind.

Grandpa Yang felt her pulse, his brows furrowed and then relaxed. "Nothing's wrong. The pulse is better than yesterday. Strange."

Xia Wu quickly said, "Grandpa, I probably fainted after climbing the mountain because I haven't exercised for a long time. Don't worry."

"That's right. I see your complexion is rosy and your eyes are clear. You don't look sick. Even if you do have a minor problem, have a meal of your Master Pu's Yebazi Steamed Chicken and I guarantee that it will be gone!"

Mr. Pu comforted Mr. Yang and walked to the back of the house with a hearty laugh: "I'm going to catch a chicken, and you can eat here at noon."

"Oh, no, no, we still have to go down the mountain."

"Grandpa Yang, thanks to you, I can also eat the steam pot chicken made by Grandpa Pu. Just stay." Ji Yunzhou persuaded and said to Yang Hongwen, "Xiao Wen, do you want to eat chicken?"

Yang Hongwen was just drooling and nodding his head, "Chicken, delicious!"

Grandpa Yang was helpless and asked his granddaughter: "Xiao Wu, do you want to play here or go down the mountain?"

Xia Wu felt embarrassed and smiled: "Grandpa, is the chicken here delicious?"

She looked like a greedy little cat, which made Grandpa Yang laugh and cry.

The chickens that Mr. Pu raises are not just any chickens; they are truly flying chickens that can fly high and low. Others who raise chickens in the mountains have to clip their feathers and build protective nets, fearing that the chickens will run away and disappear, leaving them penniless.

But Mr. Pu releases one or two thousand chicks in the mountains every spring. He doesn't clip their feathers and lets them grow naturally. By autumn, it's considered a great success if there are still dozens of chickens left.

The chickens that can survive in the mountains are all fighter jets. They can fly one or two meters high by flapping their wings, and their drooping feathers are golden and colorful, making them look more like peacocks than chickens.

Mr. Pu cherishes these chickens that have survived the law of survival very much. He feeds them with wild honey every day and waits for them to be fat and strong before killing them for food.

"Some people out there offer thousands of dollars to buy a chicken but can't even afford it. How can it not be delicious?" Ji Yunzhou said with a smile.

Thousands of dollars! ?

Xia Wu was shocked. Although she didn't know the prices, buying a chicken for several thousand yuan seemed very expensive.

Having said that, Xia Wu was even more looking forward to the taste of Yebazi Steam Pot Chicken.

Grandpa Pu lives alone in the mountains, and he cooks with firewood. Grandpa said he has lived in the mountains for thirty or forty years. Since his wife passed away, his children left their hometown and settled down elsewhere, but Grandpa Pu is even more unwilling to leave the mountains.

This hilltop was rented by Mr. Pu, who grows flowers, raises bees and collects honey here. Every year, many people come from other places to buy honey from him, and they only go to Mr. Pu.

"How old do you think he is?"

"Should be younger than grandpa?"

"Humph, he's more than ten years older than me. When I was little, I had to call him brother." Old Master Yang was obviously a little indignant. Xia Wu exclaimed, "Master Pu is older than Grandpa?"

But apart from the gray hair and beard, Mr. Park is not that old. He has a ruddy complexion without too many wrinkles and a strong body. He looks like a man in his fifties or sixties.

"So those people say his honey is good and can prolong life. They drive hundreds of kilometers to come here and even ask people to use their connections to speak well of him," Old Man Yang shook his head. "But the old man is in good health."

"Hahaha, you're saying bad things about me again, aren't you? Not only did you have to call me brother when we were kids, you have to call me brother now too!" Master Pu came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron, and said to Xia Wu, "Nizi, there aren't many vegetables on the mountain except for wild ones. Wait a minute, Master Pu will show you some of his cooking skills. I guarantee all your illnesses will be cured!"

"Alright, Mr. Park! Do you want to help light the fire?"

"Okay, come on!"

Xia Wu followed Grandpa Pu to the kitchen to help. She saw Father Yang lighting the fire yesterday, so today she followed his example and stuffed firewood into the pot.

"Well done, little girl. You've done a great job," Master Park praised generously while his men continued chopping vegetables. "I heard from your grandfather that you used to live in a big city and even went abroad. Did you cook there?"

Xia Wu couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Pu, I learned this from my mom and dad."

"Which dad? Yang Guojun?"

"Yes."

"Good, very good, I think you are a good person, you are a good girl," Mr. Pu kept praising Xia Wu without saying what was good about her, but his eyes were full of admiration.

"Are you still ready to go out?"

"I haven't decided yet. I also want to stay at home, but I don't know what to do," Xia Wu unconsciously told Mr. Pu what was in his heart.

She likes Yanggou Village very much. Although it is remote and poor, it may make her feel peaceful.

She is willing to stay here for a long time, but she is a newcomer to this family after all. What reason can she have to stay here for a long time?

Xia Wu was full of confusion.

She doesn't feel at home anywhere.

Even her father, mother, grandfather and brother are very nice to her now.

Before, weren't the Xia family and Fu Shilin very good to her?

Xia Wu looked at the dancing flames and felt helpless.

"You're so young, but you're so worried," the knife clattered against the chopping board. Grandpa Pu shook his head and said, "Look at our green mountains and clear waters. Even if you don't work, you won't starve to death. But you young people are so careless. You go out and wash dishes in the factory for a little money. You work yourself to death and end up getting sick. You don't even earn much money, and when you come back to the village a few years later, you're much older."

"As an old man, I would say that you, little girl, must not be as short-sighted as them. Just stay in our mountains, plant some flowers and grass, and you will survive!"