There is hot water ready in the kitchen. Pour the hot pot base into the pot, add two pounds of pork belly, cut into thin slices and add into the pot, a radish and half a large spinach.
A simplified version of maocai is ready.
There was a shortage of vegetables in this season, and Chunhua couldn't bear to spend the money she had, let alone give it to strangers, even their fellow villagers.
When the delicious pot of maocai was served on the table, the two people who had been waiting for a long time were almost drooling.
"Boss lady, don't cook noodles anymore. Do you have any rice?" the bearded man asked. Looking at the dishes to go with the rice, the bearded man felt so hungry that he could eat five big bowls of rice.
"Yes, yes, yes." Qian Chunhua responded, there is everything in the space.
"Have a basin first."
After Qian Chunhua brought the rice, the two began to eat it voraciously.
"Yes, this maocai is a bit spicy." Qian Chunhua rolled his eyes. Still a bit spicy? In order to increase the spiciness, he added a handful of chili peppers.
"I can't believe that a cook in this remote place has such cooking skills."
Qian Chunhua rolled his eyes again. Is this considered a wilderness? Can't you see such a big village behind?
"Alas, I've been out for more than a month, and I haven't completed the mission yet." The thin man sighed.
"I don't know what the young prince has done or where he has hidden. The clues have been cut off here." The bearded man also had a worried look on his face.
"If we can't find the little prince, we won't be able to live here anymore."
"How can I find it in this chaotic situation?"
"I wonder if Brother Ma and the others have found it."
"Oh, don't think too much about it. There are more than a dozen teams of people. Maybe they found it."
"Eat quickly, it's damn delicious." The two stopped talking and continued eating.
However, the content of their conversation caught Qian Chunhua's attention. The little prince was missing? I wonder which little prince he was?
These two people speak Sichuan dialect, could they be the little princes from the King of Yizhou?
Unfortunately, the two did not continue their journey. Qian Chunhua had to bear the pain and do her service job well.
The two of them had finally finished eating. Qian Chunhua brought two cups of tea with a smile and took the opportunity to ask some questions.
"My two guests, please have some tea."
"Okay, put it on the table."
Qian Chunhua put down the tea but did not leave. He said, "You two guests are from other places, right? Your accent sounds like that of Yizhou Prefecture."
Hearing this, the two of them became alert, sat up immediately, and asked, "How do you know?"
Qian Chunhua smiled and answered in Sichuan dialect, "I grew up in Yizhou Prefecture, and I feel very close to your hometown accent."
"What a shocking thing! I was shocked." The thin man relaxed and asked curiously, "Are you from Yizhou Prefecture?"
Qian Chunhua smiled and nodded, and continued to make up stories, "My hometown is in Guan County, and I married to Yongning Prefecture."
Qian Chunhua vaguely remembered that Dujiangyan was called Guan County in ancient times. He made this up casually, but he didn't expect that there really was a Guan County in Yizhou Prefecture.
The bearded man also became interested, "Your hometown is Guan County? My grandmother's hometown is also Guan County."
"Then we really are from the same hometown." The thin man said with a smile.
Qian Chunhua carried the kettle and added hot water to them, smiling and saying, "Yes, when fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears."
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