Caizhu and Li Qi taste the most tempting delicacies in the world (6)

The two of them went home with mountain goods and little white rabbits talking and laughing, and before they entered the door, the green bamboo that heard the noise came out of the house like a deer. "What's the catch? What did you hunt? Both eyes looked from top to bottom at the bulging cloth bag.

The corners of Caizhu's mouth hooked up, and he touched Qingzhu's head with pity: "This time it is a lot of harvest, there are white berries you love to eat, mulberries, and you also picked up an injured little white rabbit Li Qige also hunted pheasants and roe deer." ”

Li Qi walked over, took Qingzhu's small hand, smiled and said, "There are also chicken fir fungus, blue head fungus, fir tree mushroom, thatch fungus... There was mushroom soup to drink tonight. After saying that, he turned his head and secretly glanced at the color bamboo, just when he was found by the color bamboo who was looking at him, the four eyes were facing each other, and Li Qi did not go over his head. Caizhu Guan'er smiled: "Brother Li Qi, I have this intention, tonight I will use the mountain chicken stew mushroom soup to drink, you are also tired, just eat at my house, after eating and then go back, wait for me to stew the soup, put a bowl of soup you bring back to the blue aunt to drink." The voice of the bamboo was sweet and crisp, and Li Qi was overjoyed, as if he heard a beautiful piano tone: "Haole." "He said yes quite crisply." Yo! There is a mountain chicken mushroom soup to drink. Qingzhu jumped three feet high with joy.

The three people divided their work and began to get busy, Li Qi went to fetch water, green bamboo washed mushrooms, and colorful bamboo boiled water to pluck chicken feathers. Li Qi carried the bucket back and forth two or three times, filling their big water tank full, in the end it was a person who practiced martial arts, picking a full tank of water, not blushing, not breathing, and effortless. Qingzhu first removed the weeds and soil from the roots of the fungus, and then scooped a basin of water to wash the cleaned fungus with clean water and tear them into pieces for later use. Caizhu lit the firewood, boiled a large pot of water, put the chicken in a basin, soaked it in boiling water, soaked it for a while and then plucked the hair, divided by two three times and five times, pulled clean, and then used a kitchen knife to cut the pheasant slices into pieces and stewed the soup in the pot.

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The orange flame in the stove is like a graceful woman, dancing steps, clothes flying, or jumping up to kiss the bottom of the pot, or leaning back and gently caressing the stove wall, dancing gracefully, abundantly, like a dragon. Under her long-sleeved dancing and frequent care, the pheasant and mushroom in the pot came to a strong love, and they either went to Yaochi together, or frequently looked back and cherished goodbye; or looked at each other infinitely. They tumbled, jumped, hugged, kissed, and danced with the splashes of water, like blooming white lotuses, filling the room with a mesmerizing fragrance of freshness.

It was so tempting that the green bamboo's horn couldn't stop flowing down. The big dog "Ah Huang" next door couldn't help but rush forward. Li Qi looked at the mushroom chicken nuggets flying up and down in the pot, as if he saw the imperial court meal, listening to the sound of Gudu Gudu as if he heard the heavenly garden fairy music, and the fragrance of the whole room seemed to be the unique fragrance of the royal garden of the Queen Mother. This delicacy should only be served in heaven, and it is rare to taste it several times in the world, and the worms in his stomach are hooked up and swallow vigorously.

Caizhu looked at them like this, and couldn't help but laugh "he", a little out of breath is not good, one will not be less good or bad.

Two large bowls of chicken soup were left, one for Aunt Lan and one for the forester who went out to do business. The rest are served in a large basin.

Just on the table, Qingzhu couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a chicken nugget to send to his mouth, Caizhu knocked his small head with chopsticks, and stared at him with a thin anger: "Usually, there are guests like this today, what kind of system?" A chopstick clipped his chicken nugget back. Qingzhu stammered, wiped his mouth with his hand that had not yet tasted the taste, and looked at the piece of chicken that had not yet reached his mouth.

Caizhu ignored him and only greeted Li Qi with concern: "Brother Li Qi, come and sit down!" Li Qi was also not polite, sitting on a chair, his heart was the same as Qingzhu's, and the worms in his stomach had long been impatient. He squinted at Qingzhu, and the corners of his mouth were slightly cocked: "You don't have to be so harsh on him, it is rare to eat wild game once, and it is understandable that he is hungry." Caizhu smiled, "There are some rules that you still have to learn well from an early age." She glanced over at the unhappy Qingzhu, then turned her head to look at Li Qi, who was the peacemaker, and said, "Come, let's eat together!" ”

Qingzhu was the first to respond, picked up the chopsticks and went straight to the chicken, clipped it twice, finally clamped it, put it in his mouth to eat, and swallowed it before chewing a few times.

Li Qi had not eaten chicken, but the chicken made of caizhu was really the first time to eat it. This color, this fragrance does not want to eat that is fake. He picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite, savored it, soft and non-sticky teeth, delicate meat, fragrant but not greasy, the aroma of chicken mixed with the aroma of mushrooms, the two phases are mixed, it is simply the taste of the world, take a bite, lips and teeth leave a fragrance, every cell on the taste buds is ironed obediently, comfortable and refreshing.

Taste the mushrooms again, sweet and soft, smooth and delicious, silky with a fragrance, soft with a meat flavor. Eating into the stomach, even the internal organs are extremely happy.

The colorful bamboo was tired for a day, and now it is very sweet to eat the fruits of labor. Without further ado, such a delicacy is to be buried in the head and eat it, and the three people can't care about the politeness, a wolf,eaten, and only cups and plates are left on the table.

All the tiredness, all the depression, nothing that a good meal can't solve.

What kind of story will happen between Caizhu and Li Qi?

To be continued