Shuo Yu planned to go to the forest to find some pheasant eggs. Most people didn't dare to wander around in the deep forest. They had already eaten everything edible they saw. If they went deeper, they were afraid that the creatures in the forest would eat them.
Maodou lay steadily on his shoulder, its fur standing on end, meowing something. Shuoyu looked up at the sky covered by the huge trees, and continued to walk forward according to his intuition.
Pheasants don't have the habit of sitting on nests, so they like to lay eggs all over the mountains and fields.
When Shuoyu was picking up "treasures" in the forest,
Meng Fanle was picked up by the Sichuan girl, the only one in the crowd who was moved by his nonsense, and took her home, where he took care of her clumsily.
Then this guy who always lied without blushing, used the promise that he would forget it after farting, and stole a bundle of vermicelli from the Sichuan girl. He told himself that this was all he needed. He couldn't help but think about the open money box placed in front of him not far away. There was still a lot of money in it. He raised his hand and slapped himself, pulled up his pants and ran away.
Before leaving, he looked at the blurry photo of her brother in the girl's room for a long time, lowered his head, and left the girl's house at a speed that a cripple would not have.
Shuo Yu, with blood splattered all over his body, squatted under a big tree to process a muntjac he had just hunted. He peeled off the head and fur, rinsed the remaining part in the stream, put it in the backpack behind him, and planned to go back. This should be enough for them to eat for a few days.
Maodou also moved from Shuoyu's shoulder to the top of his head, looking around with wide eyes.
When he returned to the defeated soldiers' station, there were two more bundles of vermicelli in his basket, but two deer legs were missing.
In the deserted soldiers' station, a stove had been set up, with a fire burning underneath. There was also a pot that someone had brought, but it looked more like a large vat than a pot.
Snake Butt was shouting for mountain spring water, and was already preparing to make soup. Kang Ya excitedly took a small bag of salt and put it in carefully. Doubing and Yao Ma watched on the side, and they had already put in the big spices and peppercorns.
The current [pork and cabbage stewed with vermicelli] is still just a plain soup, with a few scattered cabbage leaves and green onions floating on it.
The veterinarian poured a small amount of oil from a small medicine bottle into the pot and rinsed it twice, so the oil was there.
Next was Meng Fanle, holding up the vermicelli with an indescribable pride on his face. People are really strange. One minute ago, he was so ashamed that he couldn't face anyone because he stole a girl's vermicelli, but the next minute, he felt like he could hold his chest up because he did a good deed.
Shuo Yu also walked in at this time. Everyone crowded around him and wanted to go forward to see what was in his backpack, but he stopped them with a nonsensical reason.
"Ayi hasn't come yet?"
Just like Shuoyu likes to call someone "fanle" instead of "fanla" when he's tired, he also likes to call Ayi like a friend instead of adding the word "chief" at the end.
Shuoyu guarded his backpack and waited for Ayi to get his pork.
A group of people just stared at the door, waiting for Commander Ayi to appear like never before. Even Maodou was meowing, asking why that guy hadn't come back yet?
Finally, our protagonist Ayi appeared in the eyes of the cannon fodder. There was something bulging behind his clothes. Even though he tried his best to keep a straight face and even lifted his hair, he still couldn't keep it straight when facing the expectant eyes of the crowd. When everyone came over, he held up the piece of pork.
The others were now staring at the piece of pork. Shuo Yu silently took out the things in his basket one by one and placed them on the chopping board.
He took the kitchen knife from Snake Butt's hand and started cutting the meat.
Ayi started to give his speech again.
"This piece of meat, six pounds, seven ounces, and three cents, was not easy to come by, brothers. It was not easy to come by. In the name of defending the army against foreign enemies and having enough food to fight the war and achieve greater victory, I ordered the butcher to give me a discount. Later... but in the end, he still gave me a discount for Shuo Yu's sake!"
But before he could finish, the meat was snatched away. Shuoyu coughed and everyone turned their attention to him. Shuoyu shook the snake-butt kitchen knife in his hand and stretched out his hand. Everyone immediately handed the meat to him.
Shuo Yu took the pork and smiled. Brother Zhang, who was selling pork, had injured his leg half a month ago. There were many children in his family and several mouths were waiting for him to feed. Because of a piece of malt sugar from Zhang Xiaomei, he helped her out.
A circle of heads surrounded a small chopping board, leaving no space.
The veterinarian said in a long-winded way,
"Don't cut it too big, or it won't cook well, but don't cut it too small, or it will melt easily."
Ayi was still talking about how hard it was to get this pork, because he pawned his watch to Milong for this piece of pork. It was the only valuable thing on him and the only thing his father left him.
The pork was put into the pot, and the steam rose up, splashing on the faces of everyone who was watching eagerly. Now everyone closed their mouths and looked at the pot in silence.
Shuo Yu was holding the vermicelli in his hand, looking at the cabbage in the pot, which was quite small. He was just about to go get some back.
From a distance, a lively Hunan accent came shouting, "I'm joining the gang, I'm joining the gang!"
It turned out to be Bu La, who I hadn't seen for a long time. His nose was bleeding, and he had a broken gun on his back and two whole cabbages tucked under his arms.
"Two cabbages!"
The non-spicy cabbage was put on the chopping board. Shuo Yu looked at the blood on his face while chopping the cabbage. The Sichuanese man wanted to be spicy and the Hunan man wanted to be spicy but not spicy started fighting again. This was their daily way of cultivating their relationship.
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