"Du Heng said: "I was thinking of having barbecue for lunch today, but suddenly I found that there was no charcoal." Xuan Yu thought for a while and said: "Yes, Jing Nan should have some at home."
Du Heng was stunned: "How come Jing Nan has charcoal at home?" Xuan Yu said: "When he deals with spiritual plants, he sometimes needs to use fire, and sometimes there will be incompletely burned wood left." Du Heng was overjoyed when he heard it: "That's great, quickly tell Jing Nan to bring some charcoal, and we will have a barbecue for lunch."
He hasn't used the barbecue plate he bought last time, so he's going to use it to cook some meat today.
Xuan Yu walked out of the yard and walked on the snow, while Du Heng began to prepare the ingredients for the barbecue for lunch. While preparing the ingredients, he first made a portion of braised pork for Jing Nan. Fortunately, there were still some leaves of the dragon grass left, otherwise Du Heng would have to break the leaves of the dragon grass with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
When the braised pork was cooking in the pot, Xiaoxiao chirped and walked to Du Heng. Du Heng smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" Xiaoxiao walked towards the furnace that looked like a honeycomb coal stove that Du Heng placed under the eaves of the corridor and said, "Chirp."
Du Heng immediately thought of what Xiaoxiao wanted: "Do you still want to drink kelp soup?"
Xiaoxiao nodded, and Du Heng smiled and touched his head: "Okay, I'll satisfy you." Xiaoxiao was not picky about food, and Du Heng felt very satisfied to have a customer like him. He would satisfy Xiaoxiao's small request no matter what.
Just when Du Heng was chopping ribs, Xuan Yu came back with a storage bag: "Bring it." Du Heng took the storage bag and took a look. He saw that the bag was filled with black charcoal of uneven thickness. Although it did not look very beautiful, it was pitch black all over, and it was obviously well-burned charcoal.
Du Heng smiled and said, "Thanks." Xuan Yu naturally took the kitchen knife from Du Heng: "Didn't we say we were going to have barbecue for lunch? Why are you chopping ribs?" Xiao Xiao chirped twice, and Xuan Yu didn't say anything.
Today, after the spareribs were put into the pot and boiled, there was no foam. Du Heng was a little surprised: "Xuan Yu, doesn't mountain jelly have impurities? Or is it that it has abundant spiritual energy and even the blood has been purified?"
Du Heng remembered that when he was cooking the mole meat, there was a thick layer of blood foam floating in the pot. Why was there no blood foam when it came to the mountain gypsum?
Xuan Yu said, "Maybe it's because Lao Dao does the bleeding more thoroughly." The mountain paste in Du Heng's hand was given by Lao Dao after the hunt. Du Heng only knew that Xuan Yu helped shave the hair and remove the internal organs, but he didn't see him bleeding.
It turned out that it was Lao Dao who did it. Du Heng thought about it and said with a smile: "It turns out that Lao Dao has this ability. I just don't know if the blood he shed was wasted."
Du Heng said casually: "The blood curd is also delicious, although I can't eat spicy food. But eating something spicy in such a cold day can warm up the body."
After hearing this, Xuan Yu thought about it, then he nodded: "Yeah."
Watching Du Heng slice meat was a kind of enjoyment, although he didn't dare to kill pigs and sheep, and didn't dare to cut up large pieces of animals. But when an irregular piece of meat was turned into slices of even thickness in his hands, even Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up.
Du Heng said, "Because we are going to grill it, I chose more pork belly, so that it has both fat and lean meat, which is more delicious."
Du Heng cut three full plates of the pork belly from Guangshan Gao. In addition, he also cut the pork belly from the shoulder blade. The white fat was mixed with the red meat. This kind of meat tastes crispy and tender, and it will have an endless flavor after being slightly roasted.
There is also the meat of ground mole, which is a bit similar to sheep. Du Heng doesn't like to put fat sheep on the grill. He can't stand the mutton smell of shabu-shabu lamb slices, but lamb skewers are an exception.
Du Heng picked a piece of meat from the ribs of a mole, which was both fat and lean, and cut it into pieces of 2 cm long, wide and high cubes. While cutting the cubes, Du Heng said to Xuan Yu, "Xuan Yu, help me get a wooden basin." The meat of the mole tastes better after being marinated and then roasted. Du Heng's intuition as a chef told him that this was the right way to deal with Zong Zong.
Soon the basin was filled with fat and lean mole meat, and Du Heng began to sprinkle seasonings in the basin. Salt, wine, and ginger were the standard ingredients for removing the fishy smell, and none of them could be missing. In addition, the highlight was onions.
Du Heng took out a few white-skinned onions from his storage bag. These were given to him by Jing Nan. Du Heng discovered that Jing Nan could find most of the spiritual plants in the cultivation world. As expected of a medical practitioner, in Jing Nan's eyes, all plants probably have their own uses, and he grows everything.
Yesterday, Feng Gui broke through his barrier. Jing Nan, in a panic, rescued most of his spiritual plants as soon as possible. If he couldn't rescue any, he gave up.
This thing is not called onion in the cultivation world, but called 芤. Like Sichuan peppercorns, the ingredients that Du Heng is familiar with have their own unique names in the cultivation world. However, even if their names are called flowers, to Du Heng, it is just an onion.
Regardless of whether Jing Nan used this thing as medicine or to make elixirs, in Du Heng's hands, it had only one purpose - eating. The white onions were not fertilized like in later generations. They were only half the size of Du Heng's palm, and each one was crooked and not round, looking unwilling.
Du Heng cut the onion's roots and tops with his knife. He scratched the skin and tore off the yellowed skin. Du Heng cleaned the onions and put them on the chopping board and cut them into pieces about the same size as the mutton.
While cutting onions, Xiaoxiao stretched her neck curiously to look at Du Heng, and the direct consequence of this action was that he cried. Xiaoxiao's tears flowed down, and she couldn't stop them.
Du Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I told you not to stretch your neck so long, now you're in trouble, right?"
Xiaoxiao: ...Xiaoxiao decided that from this moment on, he hated Qi.
The cut onion was like white jade, exuding a spicy smell. Du Heng used a knife to put the onion from the chopping board into the wooden basin. Then, he put pepper and Sichuan pepper powder into the wooden basin. After mixing these seasonings evenly, he placed the wooden basin on the chopping board next to the stove and pickled them.
The mutton and charcoal were ready, but they still needed a bamboo stick. Du Heng thought of the bamboo forest behind Jing Nan's house again, and said to Xuan Yu, "I want to go to the bamboo forest and get a bamboo stick." Xuan Yu said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
Du Heng wiped his hands on the rag and said, "Okay."
The snow was getting heavier. It was broad daylight, but it felt as if the sky was dark. Du Heng looked up at the sky and said, "This snow may continue to fall for a while. Xuan Yu, does it rain and snow often in the village?" Xuan Yu said, "It doesn't snow often. For some reason, this year it has more rain and snow than in previous years."
The two soon reached the bamboo forest behind Jing Nan's house. Jing Nan, standing upstairs in a white fox fur coat, leaned against the windowsill and greeted the two: "What's going on?" Du Heng smiled and said, "I'll get some bamboo to string the mutton skewers back." Jing Nan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, choose for yourself. Be careful."
What safety precautions should be taken when picking bamboo? Du Heng didn't take Jing Nan's words to heart at all. When passing by the small bamboo that was less than three feet tall, Du Heng shook off the snow on the bamboo.
He showed it to Xuan Yu: "Xuan Yu, look, next spring, let's move this bamboo into the yard. It's so small, it won't grow very big. There are no plants in our yard now. Plant bamboo next spring, and then go to the mountains to dig some orchids and other flowers and plant them. This way you can enjoy the flowers without going out."
The bamboo nodded its twigs up and down, Xuan Yu looked at it and said, "Okay." Du Heng touched the bamboo and said, "Xuan Yu, do you think we should add a barrier to it? There is so much snow, what if it is buried in the snow?" Xuan Yu said, "Okay, if you want to add it, then add it."
This was difficult for Du Heng, how could he add a barrier? He touched the bamboo awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, little bamboo, my cultivation is not good enough. When I start practicing, the first thing I will do is to add a barrier for you. I will never let your branches be broken by the snow again."
The bamboo swayed gently, and the slender bamboo leaves rubbed against Du Heng's palm, which felt a little itchy.
After Du Heng said a few words, he walked deeper into the bamboo forest. After a while, he spotted a yellow and weak bamboo. Du Heng pointed at the bamboo and said, "This is it." Xuan Yu asked in confusion, "There are stronger bamboos in the forest."
Du Heng said, "It's not necessary. It's just for making sticks. If this bamboo doesn't grow well in the forest, it will affect other bamboos. This is it."
Xuan Yu didn't say anything. He walked to the bamboo and chopped it down with his knife. The tall bamboo and the bamboo roots were separated, and the thick snow on the leaves fell down.
Du Heng couldn't help shrinking his neck. Xuan Yu asked, "Do you want to take only the trunk or all of them back?" Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "Take all of them back. If you only want the trunk, the remaining branches will be difficult to clean up in the forest."
The little bamboo sticks could be used to make some small toys to amuse Xiaoxiao. Du Heng had already started to think about it in his mind. He knew how to make a katydid cage. He would make one for Xiaoxiao and put a katydid in it, and let the child raise it.
Du Heng walked beside Xuan Yu with his eyes narrowed and smiled. Xuan Yu asked, "Is there anything funny?" Du Heng smiled and said, "Nothing. I suddenly felt that Yikeshu Village is a good place. There are mountains, water, and children. It's a good place."
The small bamboo branches could only sweep away the floating snow on the surface but could not sweep away the two lines of footprints that were deeply embedded in the snow. On the white snow, two young men stood side by side, chatting and laughing.
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