Chapter 326: The aroma of the meat of the basil tree is better the fresher it is.
Seeing that Wenjiu was not enthusiastic about the rabbits, Mrs. Chen was afraid that they would get bored waiting, so she went outside and took down the basket hanging under the eaves, and brought in some persimmons for Wenjiu.
Every persimmon is bright red. The big ones are as big as a child's fist, while the small ones are about the size of a date. They are all very plump and very attractive wherever they are placed.
"I don't have anything good to treat you. You can try these rotten persimmons in my house." Mrs. Chen smiled and took two and put them into the hand that was warming the wine. "If you are afraid of the cold, let Captain Lu dig a hole by the fire for you to roast them. After roasting for a while, peel off the skin and eat them."
Rotten persimmons are not rotten or bad persimmons, but soft and rotten ones. In the local dialect, they are called rotten persimmons.
Wenjiu was surprised. How could there still be red tomatoes in late August?
She asked curiously, "Auntie, did you pick the persimmons in the fall? How come they haven't gone bad after being stored for so long?"
"Are these small ones also persimmons?"
Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Yes, the small ones are what we call fire cups. Don't be fooled by their small size, but they taste just as good. In the fall, pick the persimmons from the trees and hang them under the eaves in a basket. They will not go bad even if you eat them until the New Year."
Every household in the village preserves them like this and takes them out to treat children during the Chinese New Year. They are a particularly good snack.
"So that's how it is!"
"Auntie, you are so awesome."
Wenjiu praised her sincerely with a look that made Mrs. Chen blush.
She didn't understand how such a simple thing could become so powerful when it entered her mouth with warm wine.
"Thank you, Auntie."
“I haven’t eaten it in years.”
After Lu Beiye thanked Mrs. Chen, he turned around and whispered to Wen Jiu, "What do you want to eat?"
"Do you want me to bake it for you?"
Wen Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Let's eat the small one! Let me taste what it tastes like first."
"good."
Lu Beiye took a cupping jar and carefully peeled off the soft transparent skin on the surface and handed it to the warm wine.
His fingers were long and slender, and he performed the simple action of peeling persimmons gracefully.
I put the warm wine into my mouth, and the sweetness instantly exploded in my mouth. It was very sweet, but not the kind of sweet that is cloying.
Her eyes lit up. "It's delicious."
"Another big one."
Lu Beiye peeled the persimmons for her without complaint, but when it was his turn, he was not so particular. He just wiped the persimmons casually and put them directly into his mouth.
Mrs. Chen couldn't help but say, "You two have such a good relationship. I wonder when my son will be able to find a wife."
“Ouch!”
After she finished speaking, she slapped her thigh and hurriedly stood up and ran out, almost dropping the persimmon in her hand.
“Forgot to turn off the chicken.”
"Don't let the weasel take it away from me."
There are always people who can't get married in any era. This phenomenon is very common, so Wen Jiu didn't think it was strange. He concentrated on dealing with the persimmon in his hand and didn't forget to poke Lu Kitano with his elbow.
"Can you bake me another one?"
She had never eaten roasted persimmons, but since Aunt Chen said so, it must taste good.
Lu Beiye didn't go along with the wine warming this time. He went outside and grabbed a handful of snow to wipe his hands clean, and then brought back a handful for the wine warming. "If you like it, let's buy some and take it home."
"Don't eat too many persimmons at one time."
He didn't know the specific reason, but that's what his grandmother said.
Wen Jiu was a little disappointed. "Okay! Ask Aunt Chen if she has pumpkin, sweet potato, or something like that. Let's buy some to eat back."
Winter is the season for eating roasted sweet potatoes, and she missed the taste of roasted sweet potatoes a little.
Lu Beiye wiped her hands clean, pulled her over to the fire to warm them, nodded and said, "I'll ask Aunt Chen later."
At this time, Zhang the Hunter came back.
Seeing Wenjiu following Lu Beiye, he took off his blood-stained coat and threw it outside before walking into the house with his gun to greet them.
"Captain Lu, sister-in-law."
Lu Beiye smiled and asked, "Did you gain anything?"
Hunter Zhang grinned, "Yes! I caught two white rice fish, they are really fat."
Baimizi is a local dialect.
The scientific name is Capreolus roe deer.
"Would you like to come with me?"
Lu Beiye asked Wen Jiu, "Are you going?"
Wen Jiu said, "Go."
She came here today just to broaden her horizons, so how could she not go and take a look?
"Then let's go!"
Hunter Zhang went out and rubbed his hands with snow, then took the warm wine and Lu Beiye to the abandoned cellar in the backyard where he kept his prey.
It was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything. Out of curiosity, Wenjiu moved closer and lay on top to take a look. A strong smell came from inside.
"Don't fall in." Lu Beiye pulled Wenjiu's arm and pulled him back.
"Are you taking it away today?"
"No."
"Help me raise them for two days. When the weather clears up and the snow melts, you can kill the two rabbits for me and I'll take them away first."
"If you have potatoes, sweet potatoes, or pumpkins at home, please get me some. I want the pumpkin to be sweet."
Lu Beiye added, "Are you selling persimmons? I want some, too."
If the snow doesn’t melt, the food can’t be delivered; if the animals are killed prematurely, the meat will no longer be fresh.
The meaty aroma of basil.
The fresher the better.
Hunter Zhang couldn't stop smiling, and he looked at Wen Jiu as if he was looking at gold. This was their family's God of Wealth.
He nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll ask my mom to get it for you from the cellar. I'll go take care of the rabbit first so you can take it away. If you're late any longer, you won't be able to see the way home."
"mother--"
"Mother——"
"Go to the cellar and pick out some sweet potatoes, pumpkins, and potatoes. Pick the good ones."
As soon as Mrs. Chen heard what Zhang the Hunter said, she knew it must be Lu Beiye and Wen Jiu who wanted it. She locked the chicken in the pen and hurried back to the house to get a ladder and a basket.
Their house has two cellars. The deep one is used to store food, and the shallow one is used to store wild animals caught by hunters. Living animals can be sold at a higher price, but dead animals are worthless.
Seeing Mrs. Chen holding the ladder with difficulty, Lu Beiye walked over to help. He took the ladder from Mrs. Chen effortlessly and helped her into the cellar.
Mrs. Chen was afraid that the things in the cellar would be crushed, so she carefully adjusted the position of the ladder before going down. She then lit a candle in the cellar and picked carefully.
The cold wind was blowing quite strongly.
Lu Beiye was afraid that the warm wine would get cold, so he said, "Why don't you go inside and warm yourself by the fire? Hmm?"
Wenjiu shook his head, "I'm not cold."
She is wrapped up like a dumpling, why is she cold?
"Captain Lu——"
"Please bring the hook on the wall and help me lift the basket up."
The cellar is narrow.
I can't come up with the basket.
When Lu Beiye heard what Mrs. Chen said, he let go of the hand that was warming the wine, went to the wall, got a wooden hook, lowered it into the cellar, and helped to hook the basket and lift it up.
The things in the basket were well preserved. The skin of the potatoes was not wrinkled, and the pumpkin was yellow and looked very sweet.
Wen Jiu was very satisfied and said obediently, "Thank you for your hard work, Auntie."
Mrs. Chen dusted herself off and replied with a smile, "What's there to thank me for? This is what I should do."
Although it’s all about buying and selling.
But there are so many people selling there. If you don’t do a good job, who would be willing to buy your stuff?
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