Chapter 085
After Beiming Island Xingming had breakfast and Qingxi took over the task of washing the dishes, he went back to his room to rest.
When he heard the heavy sound of a big knife hitting something or the whispering voices of a man and a woman, he did not get up and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.
Because he knew that it was the two people in his family who were causing trouble.
Well, just like Tsurumaru Kuninaga said, just go ahead and do it, as long as Aki can be happier and don't keep it in.
It may have been a long time since she had cooked on such a grand scale (emphasis added). Gradually, Qingxi, who was addicted to cooking, not only processed all the wild animals in the trap from the previous year, some were pickled, some were air-dried, and some were made into sausages, but the corridors and eaves of the Beiming Island's ghost house were also hung with various meats. After that, she specially took out two red pigs with soft and textured meat to make red pig sausages and red pig ham. The two pig heads weighing dozens of pounds were not wasted. The bones were half removed and the meat was blanched in water. After that, she put it into her century-old, um, decades-old flavor (emphasis added) marinade... By the way, don't forget the pig's tail. After braising, whether you eat it in slices or directly, it is as crispy as cartilage.
The pigs are all here, so why not the cows, sheep, chickens, ducks, geese and fish? Anyway, she has a food space where things that are difficult to store can be stored. When she wants to eat them, she can take them out and eat them directly, or process them again, without any worries.
Air-dried beef, sauce-flavored beef, five-spice beef, roasted beef ribs, beef offal soup, roasted whole lamb, braised lamb, cumin lamb, stir-fried lamb, lamb stewed with radish, lamb soup with steamed buns, lamb meatball soup, air-dried chicken, duck, goose, and fish, sauce-flavored chicken, duck, goose, and fish, even braised pig's heads, how could we miss chicken, duck, goose, and jio ...
After the meat was done, Qingxi started another big pot that had never been touched by meat and began to cook vegetarian meat. After the vegetarian meat was cooked, there were still a lot of ingredients left. Soybeans could be used to make tofu, bean curd skin, dried tofu, longan, fermented tofu, bean curd sheets, and stinky tofu. Konjac could also be used to make tofu, konjac vermicelli, and konjac rice paper... Speaking of vermicelli and rice paper, there are many ingredients that can be used as the main ingredients, such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, cassava, etc.
Qingxi used 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes to make about 150 pieces of sweet potato vermicelli and rice paper. She didn't throw away the sweet potato residue, but instead collected it for other uses.
She wanted to take out some more sweet potatoes and continue working, but after these few days, she had lost interest in the only labor that could keep her busy all day long.
Please note that this is not the kind of wilting that comes from the other party wanting to be lazy, but the kind that comes from being exhausted from hard work.
Qingxi felt embarrassed not to give the other party a day off to rest, as she still had some taste of cooking left in her. But it didn't matter, she could still do other things.
For example, brewing wine.
She washed and dried all the wild fruits she had picked in the mountains behind her to make fruit wine. However, this was not enough. Qingxi, who wanted to let herself go, took out the recipe for the semi-finished Paradise Wine. She studied it day and night, trying to use all the food resources at hand to completely complete the recipe for the semi-finished wine.
So one day, the Hidden Department personnel who were responsible for delivering fresh food to the Rock Pillar every day suddenly saw that the eaves of the Rock Pillar's mansion were filled with two circles of pickled meat and braised meat hanging at a speed visible to the naked eye. After being air-dried, they could also smell the dreamy aroma of wine wafting out of the Rock Pillar's mansion every day.
The aroma of the wine was so tempting that even people like them who didn't drink alcohol were tempted to rush in and drink it to their heart's content.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just that the kids at home were bored and played with it, so we really don't sell alcohol at home."
After sending away another wave of people who were inexplicably attracted by the aroma of wine and knocked on the door, Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled and let out a long sigh before closing the door.
Their owner is really amazing in what he is good at.
How many groups of people have been attracted by the aroma of his owner's wine and wanted to buy it?
Oh, it’s already the eleventh wave from half a month to now.
but!
Pay attention, however!
Such a delicious wine, but her host said none of this would work. None! No! No!
What did his master say?
The wine was at least a thousand miles away from what she expected, so if she didn't straighten out this thousand-mile bend, it wouldn't be a finished product.
If other people hear this, will they think that this is just a little girl having a psychotic episode?
But it is also easy to understand in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's opinion.
For example, a chef, after cooking for a long time, will have a good idea of the characteristics of each ingredient. With the help of this experience, even if a new dish comes up that he has never tasted before, as long as he knows what the main and auxiliary ingredients are, he will have a general impression of the dish in his mind. The same is true for a winemaker, except that his owner is now brewing a new wine that no one else has brewed. The taste of the ingredients in his mind needs to be reassembled like a puzzle, and this process is much more difficult than cooking a dish with already determined main and auxiliary ingredients.
"Ah, be careful." Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was standing in the yard and carrying a bucket to water the vegetables in the yard, saw Beiming Island Xingmei who was about to walk out of the eaves and reminded him.
However, seeing the young monk taking the sausage hanging on the eaves away from his face, it was clear that his reminder was too late.
Sitting down on the wooden floor beneath two rows of sausages, putting on his shoes, he asked, "Did someone come over and ask about buying some wine again?"
"Yeah." Seeing that the other party had gotten used to it, Tsurumaru Kuninaga continued with his work. "Yeah, among the seven or eight people, there were two who looked like sumo wrestlers. I was really surprised."
He tapped his toes on the ground and stood up. "Ah Xi..." He paused, "Hasn't she brewed the wine she wanted yet?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga shook his head, but when he realized that the other party couldn't see, he immediately said, "No, judging from the master's expression, she seems to be arguing with that Heaven Wine."
Beiming Island Xingming had an impression of this wine. It was the wine she took out from the cemetery when she went to send Hasegawa Naoto off.
At that time, he had already heard Juejia's description of it, that it was fragrant and glowing... However, he couldn't imagine it. But, it should be a shocking wine.
However, if such wine was only a semi-finished product, he could not imagine what the finished product would be like.
"When do you think...she will be ready?" he asked again.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "I don't know, but with the look of someone who gets angry at anyone, I guess there's still some waiting to be done."
Beiming Island Xingming: "..."
It seems that people will continue to come to ask for wine in the future.
Beiming Island Xingming began to consider whether he should put up a sign outside the house to indicate that he did not sell alcohol. This sign would not be there for long. When Axi stopped brewing wine, he would put it away.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga also had the same idea as him. He rested and trained during the day and went out on patrol at night. Before himself and Qingxi came, the affairs at home were taken care of by the members of the Hidden Department. Now that there is someone at home, the responsibility of taking care of the household chores falls on the two of them.
Now, the younger one in the family is no longer in charge, and the burden of external communication falls entirely on him. It's okay once or twice, but people come to him every few days to ask questions, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga feels that he is not up to it either.
Thinking of this, the two grown men sighed in their hearts at the same time even though they didn't look at each other.
Girls/owners, it’s really hard to raise one!!!
Qingxi, who had no idea what the two adult men in the family were worried about, was not idle in the house either.
Because she had made a promise to Jiro casually before, after many days, when Jiro did not see her fulfilling the promise for a long time, he decided to come and ask for it himself.
What do you want?
Of course, it is the life safety equipment that takes Qingxi for a ride in the sky.
"Jiro, don't move." Qingxi said, standing on tiptoe and pressing the neck of the black bird beside him. "Let me measure your body data first."
"Okay, there's nothing for you to do next. I can do it myself." After writing Jiro's data on the paper, Qingxi prepared to let it go out and play by itself.
As for why she was in such a hurry to get rid of it...of course she was thinking of fooling it in any way possible and continuing to waste her time.
However, this time Jiro had learned his lesson and didn't go anywhere. His dark eyes stared straight at her. That reminded Qingxi of the dorm aunt who came up to check on her at a certain time during college, and the boss's wife who sat next to her and worked with her when she went to the factory store to pack light bulbs, and even served as a supervisor afterward...
In short, don't be lazy, just get up and work.
Qingxi struggled for a while, but finally couldn't find the tools he needed to take out from his gourmet backpack and started working on the handicraft.
After the Frost Descent, the weather became worse day by day. At this time, the dry goods that were hung in two circles under the eaves of Xingming's house on Beiming Island were gradually collected. The next day, the sky was gloomy and it began to drizzle.
Inside the living room, Qingxi, who was packing dried goods into baskets with Tsurumaru Kuninaga, glanced outside the eaves. She sighed and said, "I originally wanted to send them out after drying them, but now it looks like we have to wait until the rain stops."
Jiro, who was also in a bad mood, responded with a depressed cackle.
Qingxi had already finished fixing the small, half-wood, half-leather chair to it and was already putting it on. Just as it was about to rub and scratch, ready to take people up for a flight, the weather turned bad. It started to rain. It! Rained! It! Rained!
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Seeing the dejected look on his big crow's face, Qingxi stretched out his claws and rubbed its increasingly smooth back twice.
After wearing the "wig" for more than two months, the feathers on its back that were originally shaved off by the whiskers finally grew back. Later, considering the issue of regrowth of feathers, the feathers on the other half of its body that she had plucked out finally grew back.
And its "wig" has become a thing of the past and has been thrown behind it.
After stroking the fur, Qingxi withdrew her hand and continued to press Tsurumaru Kuninaga to work for her, while she leaned on the table and held a brush to write on the small sticks some cooking methods of ingredients such as braised meat, sausage, dried chicken, duck and goose, and vegetarian meat.
The paper is too small, so her current calligraphy can only make people know what the character is. Don't expect the rest of the brush strokes and strength.
Because there were quite a few places to send them, she wrote several copies, and then after the ink dried, she pasted them one by one onto the actual objects.
As for sending it off, we can only wait until the rain stops and the sky clears up and then let Jiro do it.
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