208
After everyone finished drinking the chicken soup, there was not much less soup in the pot. Du Heng first pushed some mushrooms into the casserole to stew. When the mushroom soup tasted good, he could carry the casserole to the table to cook hot pot.
After the mushrooms were added, the chicken soup was no longer clear. A layer of long, short, round and flat mushrooms floated in the pot. Du Heng opened the lid of the pot and let the chicken soup in the pot bubble. He looked at the table and saw more than a dozen kinds of mushrooms on the table. Next to the mushrooms were two large plates of mutton slices and Kui beef slices.
Again, Du Heng always felt that something was missing. Was it really the green vegetables that were missing? How wonderful it would be if there were some newly sprouted green vegetables to embellish the season.
But Du Heng thought he was overthinking it. Recently, even the geese could only eat the wild grass in the forest. Even if those wild vegetables were edible when they were tender, it was already autumn and their stems were old enough to be used to make hemp ropes.
Yun Zheng saw that Du Heng looked a little distressed, so he asked respectfully, "Mr. Du, is there anything wrong?"
Du Heng waved his hand: "No, no, I just think it would be nice to have some green vegetables. Since I came to Dongji Mountain, I feel like I haven't eaten many vegetarian dishes."
Yun Zheng scratched his head and looked at Xuan Yu: "I know." Then he put down the bowl in his hand and walked into the cave. Du Heng was confused. He asked Xuan Yu: "What's wrong with Yun Zheng? What did he know?"
Xuan Yu said: "Yun Zheng and Chong Hua are most familiar with the topography of Dongji Mountain. He should know where to find the vegetables you want."
Du Heng looked at the weather and said anxiously, "It's raining! It's not too late to talk about it after dinner. It's almost time for dinner." Xuan Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Yun Zheng is not a person without sense of propriety."
Sure enough, Yun Zheng came back soon, holding a storage bag in his hand. He handed the bag to Du Heng and said, "Mr. Du, there are some spiritual plants in it. I saw you planted them when I went to the village before. Can you see if they can be used?"
Du Heng's eyes lit up. He opened the storage bag and took a look, then poured out yam eggs and palm-sized sweet potatoes all over the floor, as well as finger-sized peppers and fist-sized pumpkins.
Yun Zheng said embarrassedly: "I didn't have time to look carefully because of the rush. I will look for it again in the afternoon."
Du Heng held Yun Zheng's hand: "You've been a great help! Thank you, Yun Zheng!" Yun Zheng's face turned red, and his body was too stiff to move: "No...you're welcome!"
The yam eggs Yun Zheng found were only the size of a thumb, and each one had a different shape. Du Heng picked up the yam eggs and put them in a colander. When Jing Nan saw them, he asked Yun Zheng, "Why didn't you dig up the yams under the roots?"
Yun Zheng scratched his head: "I was planning to go dig in the afternoon." Jing Nan became interested: "I'll go with you in the afternoon."
Du Heng looked at the palm-sized sweet potatoes and said regretfully, "It would be great if I could bring back the vines of this plant." He left the sweet potatoes in the field in a hurry. In the fall, he could have harvested a lot of sweet potatoes.
Yun Zheng agreed: "Okay, I'll bring it back to you this afternoon."
Although there were still no green vegetables, Du Heng was happy to have pumpkins and sweet potatoes. Some of the pumpkins Yun Zheng brought back were green and some were yellow. Du Heng thought that if he had time in the afternoon, he would make some pumpkin pie for everyone to taste.
The mushroom soup in the casserole was almost done, so Du Heng found his special hot pot pot again. He poured the cooked chicken soup and mushrooms into the big pot and put them in the pot. After the charcoal fire lit up at the bottom of the pot, everyone gathered around the table and happily ate the hot pot.
Fresh mushrooms have different tastes and textures. Some are crispy, while others are soft and slippery. Some are chewy, while others are soft and tender. Each type of mushroom has its own flavor. The soup base is fully mixed with the delicious flavor of mushrooms, and it tastes fresher than pure chicken soup.
There was actually nothing delicious about the hen in the pot. The hen meat was a bit tough, but it had its own flavor if you chewed it carefully. Xiaoxiao was enjoying slurping the chicken leg.
After everyone has scooped out the cooked mushrooms and chicken from the pot, they can eat their favorite food with the chicken soup. All kinds of mushrooms must be present, and Chonghua threw all the mushrooms in front of him into the soup: "Oh, what a waste! If I had known that these mushrooms were edible, wouldn't Yun Zheng and I be able to eat such a delicious pot every day?"
Lao Dao said calmly: "You are just dreaming. With your craftsmanship, I don't think even dogs would eat the food you make."
Chonghua looked at Lao Dao: "Why bother? Even if you and I have a deep hatred, you can't scold yourself." Lao Dao, who was originally a dog: ...
Among these mushrooms, Du Heng's favorite is a small gray-black thumb-sized mushroom that can be eaten after blanching. This mushroom has a crisp texture and tastes fresh and tender after blanching. While eating this mushroom, Du Heng asked Jing Nan, "Jing Nan, Jing Nan, what kind of mushroom is this?"
Jing Nan glanced at Du Heng's bowl and said, "Oh, this is called black mushroom. Don't worry, it's not poisonous."
Of course Du Heng knew that the mushrooms were not poisonous, he had already eaten so many of them. Moreover, these mushrooms were picked by Jing Nan, if the mushrooms were poisonous, Du Heng would be the first one to not let Jing Nan off.
Du Heng took a big bite of the mushroom and said, "This mushroom is really delicious. I don't know where it grows. I'll go pick some more later."
Jing Nan raised his eyebrows and looked at Du Heng with a smile: "Are you sure you want to know?" Du Heng wondered: "Yes. This mushroom tastes good. Although it is small, it is really fresh. I think it is fresher than the chicken mushroom."
Hearing Du Heng's words, Chonghua was very happy: "I picked this mushroom! I know where it grows!"
Du Heng asked excitedly: "Hey? Where did you find it? Are there more there?"
Chonghua nodded hurriedly: "A lot, a lot, a lot! Do you remember the hillside where we picked chive flowers? There were mushrooms everywhere!" Du Heng gave a thumbs up: "Great, let's pick some more in the afternoon when we have time."
Chonghua picked up a piece of mushroom from the pot with chopsticks and said, "Okay, let me tell you, there are a lot of cattle and sheep eating grass over there, and a lot of mushrooms grow on their feces!"
"Poof!" Several people at the table burst into laughter. Du Heng, holding the bowl, suddenly felt that the mushrooms in the bowl were not fresh at all! But thinking back, they were eating mushrooms grown on feces, not feces, so it was nothing. Besides, there were people in their hometown who used small intestines of cows or sheep with grass juice to make hot pot. Compared with that, this mushroom was nothing.
Feng Gui was so disgusted that he picked up a chicken bone and smashed it on Chonghua's head: "We're eating, and I told you not to talk nonsense!"
Chonghua covered his head innocently: "Du Heng is the one who asked, what did I do wrong?"
Although there were some minor incidents during the meal, everyone enjoyed the meal very much. In the end, all the mushrooms on the table were gone, and the pot of chicken soup was also empty.
After the meal, the rain was still falling, and a layer of white fog rose in the middle of the forest of Dongji Mountain. Du Heng meditated on the platform, while the generals carried their backpacks and went to the forest to dig yams and look for vegetables.
Xuan Yu didn't leave, and Du Heng could feel Xuan Yu's eyes on him without turning around. After Du Heng finished his practice, Xuan Yu walked up to him and said, "Xiao Heng, I've opened up a vegetable garden in your cave. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Du Heng immediately became interested: "Hey? Is there a vegetable garden? Let me see."
Du Heng's cave is connected to Jing Nan's hometown. The small bamboo building is just to the east of the thatched house. There used to be a grassland between the bamboo building and the thatched house, with a few trees in the middle. But now the grassland has been replaced by fertile spiritual fields.
The spiritual field was about one acre in size and not very regular in shape, but the soil had been deeply plowed. Du Heng bent down and touched the wet land. In fact, he had also thought about opening up a vegetable field in the cave, but the cave was not only his private territory, but also Jing Nan and his childhood home.
Eating vegetables is a small matter. If the thatched house is destroyed, Du Heng is afraid that they will be angry. Unexpectedly, Xuan Yu actually helped him grow them!
Xuan Yu said, "Grow some vegetables in the cave, and you won't have to worry about not having vegetables wherever you go in the future." Du Heng hugged Xuan Yu, "Xiao Yu, thank you."
Xuan Yu kissed Du Heng on the forehead: "We should be the ones to say thank you. If you hadn't come to us, we would still be guarding the Saint Temple in the village."
While the soil was still moist, Du Heng sowed the seeds again. The temperature and humidity in the cave were just right, and he believed that fresh vegetables would sprout in a few days. As he bent over to plant the vegetables, Du Heng had a feeling that he had not left the village.
When Du Heng finished growing the vegetables, Xiaoxiao excitedly ran to him and chirped for a long time. Du Heng knew what the child was talking about by looking at his expression. He was saying: Yun Zheng and the others are back, and they brought a lot of things with them!
There were indeed a lot of harvests piled up on the platform! Du Heng's wooden basin was filled with wild fruits picked by Jing Nan and his friends. The red and green fruits exuded a sweet fragrance and looked delicious.
The most eye-catching thing was the various local products piled on the edge of the platform. Du Heng not only saw sweet potato vines, but also yams that were bigger than his head. He even saw peanuts covered in mud and taro seedlings that were not growing very well.
Feng Gui said: "These things that were dug up with roots can be planted in the ground. Xiaoyu said that you planted taro in Nanshan. This may not be as good as what you planted, but it's better than nothing."
Du Heng's eyes became slightly moist. It turned out that they had been planning for him for a long time.
There were too many fruits and vegetables, most of which Du Heng didn't recognize. Jing Nan said cheerfully, "Are these enough? But we are not here in the right season. If it were spring, there would be many edible sprouts of spiritual plants in Dongji Mountain. Next time, come and stay for a while in spring, and we will take you around Dongji Mountain."
Everyone says that Dongji Mountain is a dangerous place. The monks who come here to search for treasures and collect herbs all say that there are treasures here, but very few people can return alive. In Du Heng's mind, Dongji Mountain has always been a mysterious and dangerous place, but because of Xuan Yu and the others, he feels that Dongji Mountain has removed the mysterious veil and become approachable.
Du Heng received too many spiritual fruits, but although they smelled good, some of them tasted too sour. Du Heng sorted them out a bit, and kept the ones that tasted sweet for everyone to eat as fruit. For the ones that tasted bland, he tried to see if they could be used in cooking. If the sour taste was too strong, he would make fruit pulp or soak them in wine...
In addition to spiritual fruits, Du Heng and Xuan Yu also planted and harvested yams and taro. After all this, Du Heng's refrigerator was full again!
When Du Heng was in a good mood, he wanted to cook something delicious. Now he had a lot of fresh ingredients on hand. The dinner tonight was ready!
209
Seeing Du Heng and Xuan Yu washing pumpkins and yams, Feng Gui frowned again: "We've already eaten vegetarian food at noon... Do we have to continue eating vegetarian food at night?"
Feng Daxianer had automatically forgotten the chicken and fat beef and mutton rolls that he had prepared for them at noon. Hearing him complain, Du Heng smiled and looked up: "What do you want to eat?"
Feng Gui became excited: "Spicy! Didn't we dig taro today? Can we make the taro chicken again?" Feng Gui felt that he was being neglected. Since he came back, Du Heng's cooking was basically light. He used to think that Du Heng was taking care of Jing Nan, but after a few days, he couldn't eat anything.
At noon today, Du Heng only made a bowl of chili sauce and sent him away. Now he was washing taro and pumpkin, both of which looked too bland. Feng Gui was in a bad mood. He hummed: "You have to make me a spicy dish anyway. I haven't eaten spicy food for a long time."
Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "Okay! Can I arrange for spicy chicken for you?"
Hearing the word spicy, Feng Gui immediately felt relieved: "Okay, it's settled."
Watching Feng Gui leave, Xuan Yu said softly: "You don't have to take Jing Nan and Feng Gui's words too seriously. They are just shouting. If you ignore them, they won't say anything."
Du Heng smiled and said, "I'm not doing this just for them. Xiaoyu, you haven't tried spicy chicken either, right? Why don't you make one? It won't waste time."
Du Heng's menu for today has been decided, with meat, vegetables and snacks. As usual, these dishes were served simultaneously. Unfortunately, it rained today, and it got dark early. Dongji Mountain was misty and rainy, but Yun Zheng's cave was bustling with activity.
Du Heng is going to cook a lot of dishes today. Just listening to his recipes makes people drool. What are the baked pumpkin with egg yolk, what are the braised pork with taro, what are the stewed pork ribs with yam, what are the spicy chicken... I have never heard of them before!
Xiaoxiao squatted on the stove early. The early bird catches the worm, and the bird near Du Heng gets meat! Xiaoxiao is not stupid at all! In addition to Xiaoxiao, Xiao Wonton and the kitten also occupied the advantageous position near the stove. It was rainy outside the barrier, and it was warm and fragrant next to the stove. Only a fool would give up this fairy-like place.
Chonghua sighed, "I also want to become smaller and hide inside the stove."
Feng Gui heard Chonghua's sigh. He looked Chonghua up and down and said, "With your weight... I'm afraid Du Heng's stove will overturn as soon as you step on it." Chonghua was devastated and hid aside with tears of grievance.
The ribs were already stewed on the stove. These ribs were the ingredients in the refrigerator. There were enough ingredients in the refrigerator, and Du Heng was willing to put meat in when cooking. When he opened the lid of the pot, he saw a large pot of ribs stewed in the casserole.
Jing Nan was puzzled: "Du Heng often makes soup these days, why didn't I see you making soup so diligently when you were at home?"
Du Heng was peeling taro. He said without looking up, "The temperature was high some time ago. There were only five people in our village, and two of them refused to eat. It would be a waste if I stewed them in soup. Now that the temperature has dropped, everyone's appetite has improved, and there are more people. Everyone likes the stewed soup."
Jing Nan closed the lid and said, "Oh, that's how it is. By the way, what's in the spareribs? Yam?"
Du Heng pointed to a large bowl on the table, which contained a bowl of yellow-white yam. He didn't know how many years these yams had grown, but Du Heng only took a small half and cut a large bowl. Moreover, the yams here were not as tender and juicy as those in his hometown. When Du Heng cut the yams, he felt that they were very hard.
Jing Nan walked around the stove, craning his neck to watch Du Heng peeling taro. "There is a layer of mucus on the skin of yam and taro, which will make your skin itchy if it gets on it."
Du Heng was happy: "Fortunately I know how to eat it, otherwise if you had reminded me now, I would have already been fooled."
The taro in his hand was found from the deepest part of the refrigerator. He thought the taro was gone, but he actually found two big taro. He kept one for breeding, and wondered if there would be such a good variety of taro in the world of human cultivation.
Xuan Yu asked, "Is it ready? How about I do it?" He knew that Du Heng didn't like taro, and he was making taro just for everyone.
Du Heng cut the taro into thick slices: "Okay, okay." The milky white taro surface was dotted with purple-red snowflake-like patterns. Du Heng changed the knife, and each slice of taro was as big as Du Heng's palm. Du Heng sprinkled a small spoonful of salt on the taro and prepared to marinate it for an incense stick of time.
Something was cooking in the pot. Jing Nan scanned it with his spiritual sense and asked, "Where is the meat?"
Du Heng opened the lid of the pot and picked out the cooked meat: "Yes, I want to use this meat to make taro pork." It was really a big piece of meat, placed neatly on the chopping board. Jing Nan estimated that this piece of meat weighed two kilograms.
Du Heng smeared a layer of soy sauce on the surface of the meat, and the white meat immediately turned red. This was not the end, Du Heng also took out his special bamboo sticks for piercing meat and pierced the skin of the meat evenly. Every time Xiao Xiao saw Du Heng piercing meat with bamboo sticks, she couldn't help but tremble.
Du Heng took out a spiritual fruit from the basket on the side and stuffed it into Xiaoxiao's mouth: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Xiaoxiao squinted her eyes and laughed.
After Du Heng put the meat on the chopping board, he ignored it. He chopped the chicken into even pieces and marinated them. He also cut the pumpkin into long strips and marinated them together.
After completing these preparations, the pork was almost cool, and Du Heng poured oil into the pot. Xiao Xiao began to stretch his neck again, and Du Heng patted him on the buttocks twice: "Get off."
You've already fallen into the frying pan once, why don't you learn your lesson? Xiaoxiao chirped twice, then crawled to the corner of the stove, making sure she wouldn't get in the way of Du Heng. Du Heng covered his face, he really couldn't do anything with this kid.
After the oil was heated, Du Heng transferred the meat into the pot. As soon as the meat touched the boiling oil, the pot exploded immediately. Fortunately, the pot was large, so the oil in the pot did not come out and burn people. However, Du Heng was no longer afraid of being burned. Since he had formed the elixir, he found that ordinary flames were really not threatening to him. Especially after he was stung by a bee, he felt that hot oil was not scary.
When the meat was fried until both sides were golden brown, Du Heng moved the meat to a plate. Then he picked up the pickled taro and put it into the oil pan. The taro didn't have much water in it, so there wasn't much noise when it was fried.
Du Heng would tap the taro in the oil pan with chopsticks from time to time. When a hard shell appeared on the taro's outer shell, he would move the taro out of the oil pan one by one.
Next to the stove, Du Heng prepared a medium steamer with two complete lotus leaves placed under it. The fried meat was no longer too hot, so it would not be too soft when cut. Du Heng cut the meat into slices of the same thickness as the taro, and then placed the taro and meat neatly in the steamer.
After he arranged everything, red and white stripes of taro and meat appeared in the steamer. Du Heng picked up the sauce that had been prepared long ago, and after waving the long chopsticks in the sauce bowl, he poured the sauce evenly on the taro and meat. The meat with the sauce on it exuded a stronger aroma, and Xiaoxiao smelled that the aroma was a little sweet.
Du Heng is a sweet cook, he admits this. The meat cooked in his hometown is more or less sweet, but each of the sweet dishes he makes has its own flavor, and none of the dishes are too sweet to be accepted by everyone.
Du Heng covered the lid of the steamer, and then placed the steamer in the big pot next door to steam it. He needed to steam it for half an hour, but the rice still needed to be cooked in the pot. After two incense sticks at most, he would move the steamer and put the spiritual rice underneath.
After putting the steamer away, Du Heng cleaned the stove. He didn't like the stove to be covered with water and oil when cooking. If a little soy sauce splashed from the pot onto the stove, Du Heng would wipe it off.
After cleaning the stove and chopping board, he started preparing the next dish.
Even though the oil in the pot had fried the meat and taro, it was still clear. Du Heng put the evenly marinated chicken pieces into the oil along the edge of the pot. The pot began to crackle and Du Heng quickly covered the pot. He only opened the lid after the sound in the pot subsided.
The chicken in the pot was immersed in oil. Du Heng fried the chicken until it was slightly yellow and then took it out. After the oil temperature in the pot rose, he poured the chicken into the pot again and fried it again.
The rich aroma of fried chicken wafted across the platform. Xiaoxiao stared at the oil pan with sparkling eyes, and saliva was faintly dripping from the corners of his mouth. Du Heng was amused to see Xiaoxiao like this: "You like the smell of fried chicken so much? Can I make fried chicken for you next time?"
When Xiaoxiao nodded his head, there was an afterimage.
After the chicken pieces were fried until golden brown, Du Heng took them out to drain the oil, then he took out most of the oil in the pot, leaving only the bottom oil. While the pot was still hot, he added onions, ginger and garlic to stir-fry until fragrant.
Under Jing Nan's devastated gaze, Du Heng poured out half a bowl of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns. Jing Nan held his face and said, "It's killing me!"
As soon as the chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns were put into the pot, the pungent spicy smell spread throughout the platform, and even Du Heng, the cook, was choked. At the critical moment, Xuan Yu was still reliable. With a flash of inspiration, he sucked the spicy smoke out of the barrier.
Du Heng's nose was running because of the spicy taste: "Feng Gui, if you still think today's chicken is not spicy enough, I have nothing to say."
Feng Gui was very satisfied with the spicy taste. He had already climbed out of the platform to smell it: "This smell is so refreshing." Jing Nan was so angry that he wanted to slap him to death.
After sautéing the chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, Du Heng added the fried chicken. After frying for a while, Feng Gui shouted from outside the barrier, "It smells so good. When will it be ready?" Du Heng sprinkled salt and white wine in the pot and responded, "It's almost ready."
The white wine was poured into the pot, and the flames ignited in the pot with a bang. Du Heng stir-fried it for a few times and sprinkled in a handful of chopped green onions. When he took it out of the pot, he also sprinkled some fried white sesame seeds on it.
Soon a plate of spicy and delicious spicy chicken was placed on the table. Feng Gui rushed to the table immediately and said, "Let me have a taste."
The spicy chicken is spicy and fresh, with a little bit of sweetness in the salty taste, and the chicken is firm and chewy. After just one bite, Feng Gui gave a thumbs up: "Delicious!"
Feng Gui not only wanted to eat it himself, he also called Lao Dao and Yun Zheng and the others: "Come and try it, it's really delicious." As he said that, he considerately took out a chicken leg and handed it to Jing Nan: "Lao Nan, try it, it's really delicious."
Jing Nan laughed and said, "I don't believe you." Feng Gui said regretfully, "Old Nan can't eat spicy food. How much fun has been lost in fox life."
Xuan Yu took a bite of the spicy chicken and realized that this level of spiciness was not something Du Heng could bear. He said to Du Heng, "It's very fragrant and delicious, but don't make it so spicy next time. You can't eat it."
Du Heng wiped his hands and smiled: "As long as everyone can eat it." After saying this, he and Jing Nan sneezed one after another. It was really difficult for them who couldn't eat spicy food.
210
Du Heng moved the steamer away, poured the washed spiritual rice into the water under the steamer, and put the steamer back. At this time, the aroma of stewed yam and pork ribs and taro braised pork could be smelled on the platform. Everyone could sit down and eat as long as the spiritual rice was ready.
During this time, Du Heng still has one more dish to make. That is the pumpkin baked with salted egg yolk that everyone loves!
The pumpkins cut into long strips had been pickled for a while, and Du Heng poured the pumpkins into the pot to cook. It only took half a cup of tea to cook the pumpkins.
The cooked pumpkin was coated with a thin layer of starch and then fried twice in a pan. The fried pumpkin was golden and very beautiful. Xiaoxiao wanted to eat one right there, but Du Heng stopped him: "It's not ready yet."
Du Heng had the dish of baked pumpkin with salted egg yolk when he was in college. He was amazed at the first time he ate it. The sweet, salty and crunchy taste was really great. After Du Heng went back, he found the recipe and tried it. Who would have thought that this fresh and artistic dish was surprisingly simple to make?
The soul of this dish lies in the salted egg yolk. Du Heng took out two cooked salted duck eggs from his storage bag, and then cut the salted duck eggs in half. The oily salted egg yolk quietly exposed itself. Without the eggshell, it had nowhere to hide even if it wanted to be shy.
Du Heng took out the egg yolks and put them in the remaining oil from frying the pumpkin. The fire at the bottom of the pot was not very strong. With the pressure of the spatula, the salted egg yolks gradually broke into pieces. The oil and the egg yolks intertwined, and many fine yellow bubbles suddenly appeared in the middle of the egg yolks.
Du Heng poured the fried pumpkin strips into the pan, stir-fried them a little, and sprinkled some pepper on them. Under Xiaoxiao's bright eyes, the perfect egg yolk baked pumpkin came out!
This dish is golden in color, and it makes people feel refreshed just by looking at it. The salty and fresh taste of the salted egg yolk mixed with the sweetness of the pumpkin strips quietly spread, tempting everyone's appetite. Du Heng, who rarely acts as an artistic youth, also made a small butterfly with the remaining pumpkin skin and placed it on the side of the plate.
When he put the baked pumpkin on the table, Xiaoxiao was the first to run over. The child didn't eat it directly, he opened his mouth to Du Heng coquettishly. Du Heng smiled and put two baked pumpkins in Xiaoxiao's mouth.
The pumpkin skin is starchy, and after being fried, it has a crispy outer shell. The outer shell is covered with a layer of crunchy egg yolk. When you take a bite, the crispy and fragrant are sandwiched with softness, and the softness is also filled with crunchy egg yolk. The taste is even more amazing, fragrant, sweet, fresh and salty, both the layering and the taste are amazing!
Xuan Yu fed Du Heng one, and Du Heng couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "Ah, this is the taste of first love."
This complex taste is so wonderful. Who says that first love always tastes like sour orange? This feeling is clearly the feeling of Du Heng and Xuan Yu meeting each other. All the beauty comes together and settles into a dish!
Jing Nan couldn't stop eating: "This is delicious, this is really delicious. Can this dish appear again for lunch tomorrow?"
Du Heng smiled: "You can show up as many times as you want!" Autumn and winter are the seasons for eating pumpkin. As long as people are not tired of it, he will cook it in different ways for everyone to eat.
Soon the spiritual rice in the pot was cooked. Du Heng and Xuan Yubing split into two groups, one to serve the pork rib soup and the other to serve the steamer. Lao Dao and the others took the rice spoon to scoop the rice. When they were serving the rice, Chonghua laughed.
Yun Zheng looked at Chonghua strangely: "What's wrong?"
Chonghua smiled and said, "It's such an unfortunate coincidence that Zhou Lianhua and Zhou Xiyue left. We are having a big meal here, but they have nothing to eat. I'm going to give them a good stimulus when they come back."
Lao Dao said quietly, "Then you better be careful." Chonghua didn't even think about it: "Ah?"
Lao Dao said, "These two are Kunpeng. Be careful not to anger them, or they will sit on you to death."
Chonghua shut up immediately. Kunpeng’s tonnage was real. Even if he had ten lives, he couldn’t withstand a beating from them.
Under Xiaoxiao's expectant gaze, Du Heng opened the lid of the steamer. A stream of hot air rushed up to the sky, and in the hot air, pieces of meat and taro wrapped in sauce shone with a warm luster.
Jing Nan stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the meat: "Is this braised pork?"
Du Heng gently patted Jing Nan's paw: "Don't move, this is steamed meat, not braised pork. Xiaoyu, help me get a big plate, the biggest one in our house."
Xuan Yu quickly found the largest plate in the house. The plate was so big that Xiao Xiao could sleep in it. Du Heng put the plate upside down on the steamer and called Xuan Yu: "Xiao Yu, can you turn the meat and vegetables in the steamer upside down on the plate?"
How could this stump Xuan Yu? Xuan Yu didn't even need his spiritual energy to help him. He just pressed the wall of the steamer and the plate with his slender fingers. With a slight force, the steamer and the plate were adjusted in his hands. He was so fast that not a drop of soup flew out of the steamer.
After removing the steamer and peeling off the two layers of lotus leaves, the braised pork soaked in soup appeared. Du Heng was about to sprinkle some chopped green onions on the pork, but Jing Nan stopped him: "Just leave it like this, it's already delicious."
Du Heng thought about it and it made sense. The purpose of chopped green onions was to add color. If you meet someone who doesn't like chopped green onions, you would have to go through the trouble of picking out the chopped green onions that were sprinkled on them.
Du Heng served Xuan Yu a bowl of yam and pork ribs soup, and when Xuan Yu came back from putting away the steamer, everyone gathered around the table and started eating. After eating the hot food, the body would feel warm.
Du Heng picked up a big piece of meat for Xuan Yu: "Try this."
The big piece of meat in the braised pork belly was first boiled for two incense sticks, then put into the oil pan, and finally steamed for half an hour. At this time, it was trembling when held on the chopsticks, and the fat was soft and melted into fat with a sip. The lean meat was crispy and rotten, and it became shredded meat with a light stir of chopsticks.
When you take a bite, you can smell the aroma of taro in the meat. The slightly sweet meat is fat but not greasy, and even if you eat a large piece, you will feel satisfied.
Du Heng actually wanted to try the taro in it, but his physical condition was not good enough. Apart from the sweet and sour taro, there was not much taro he could eat.
Just because Du Heng couldn't eat it didn't mean that others couldn't eat it. Xiaoxiao took the first bite of taro. The soft and sticky taro absorbed the broth and melted in a sip. The fresh and fragrant gravy mixed with the sweetness of the taro, Xiaoxiao liked the taste very much. He liked taro more than meat.
Jing Nan also thought that taro was better than meat, which made Du Heng want to have a bite.
Xuan Yu picked up a small piece of taro and put it in Du Heng's bowl: "Try it and see if you can accept it." Du Heng threw the small piece of taro into his mouth, and sure enough, he got it stuck again.
Du Heng poked at the yam in the bowl with resentment: "They are all powdery things. Why can I eat yam and sweet potato, but not taro? It's too much, too much."
Xuan Yu picked up a piece of crispy pork ribs for Du Heng: "It's okay, there are still many delicious foods, just eat more."
Du Heng was chewing on some spareribs: "Actually... I don't feel bad when I eat candied taro."
Hearing about a new dish, Xiaoxiao raised her head abruptly: "Chiu Chiu?"
Du Heng explained: "It's taro that's fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, then rolled in sugar liquid... I'll make it for you tomorrow?" Xiaoxiao really loves Du Heng!
Feng Gui knocked on the table and said, "Don't spoil him anymore. You don't know that all he can think about now is food. I checked his homework today and he even drew egg cakes on his books. Do you think he should be beaten?"
Xiaoxiao shrank his neck and took a small step towards Du Heng. Du Heng looked at Feng Gui's expressionless face. This time he really couldn't speak for Xiaoxiao. He could only whisper to Xiaoxiao: "How can you draw an egg cake on a book? If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you."
Feng Gui was so angry that he almost smoked: "Just spoil him, sooner or later he will be spoiled by you."
Du Heng and Xiao Xiao looked at each other while holding their bowls, then revealed aggrieved expressions. Du Heng whispered: "Don't talk about education issues while eating, it will cause indigestion."
Feng Gui successfully choked, and Xiao Xiao happily put a piece of ribs in Du Heng's bowl. Du Heng did not dislike it, he put the ribs into his mouth and chewed them.
After dinner, Xiaoxiao started to think of ways to stay in Du Heng's room. He didn't want to go back and face his uncle. He hid in Du Heng's quilt, but was eventually dragged away by Feng Gui.
Looking at Xiaoxiao's tearful eyes, Du Heng knew that the child would have a hard time that night. He sighed and asked Xuan Yu: "If Xiaoxiao doesn't transform, I think sooner or later Fenggui and he will fall in love and hate each other."
Xuan Yu said: "After leaving Dongji Mountain, the first stop is to go to Shenxu Palace." Du Heng thought for a moment and said: "Oh, by the way, if we leave the village this year, if Jinghong's spiritual veins are broken again, will she die of pain?"
Xuan Yu said: "It won't hurt to death, Feng Gui still has some use for her."
The lights went out, and Xuan Yu rustled up onto the bed. Today, all the monks in the cave had taken a milk bath, and Du Heng smelled like double skin milk.
Xuan Yu sniffed Du Heng's scent and licked Du Heng's neck. Du Heng laughed out loud: "Stop it, it's itchy!"
There was a sound of rain outside the window. The kitten was about to climb the window but was stopped by Wonton. The kitten was holding a large yellow eel in its mouth. When it saw Wonton, it could only angrily drop the yellow eel. Wonton put the yellow eel in the bucket. It looked at the bucket and thought that the cat was quite capable. It had caught half a bucket of yellow eels.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
