Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

"Eat honey!"

Guo Fu took the honey jar, her face full of excitement.

Peach Blossom Island also produces honey.

However, after all, it is the island environment that makes it difficult for most bees to survive.

There are only two hives on the entire island.

In order to allow these two hives to reproduce smoothly.

Normally, you would never disturb them.

Only when spring comes, the hot air dissipates, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, dazzling and fragrant, will you pick fresh peach nectar.

Although Huang Rong would also buy expensive jaggery every time she went out.

But those sugars are bitter and astringent, how can they be compared to fresh and sweet honey?

Guo Fu has loved sweets since she was a child. Ever since she became conscious, honey has been her most anticipated food.

It's a pity that the flowering period of peach blossoms is very short.

Even if the bees try their best to collect nectar, by the end of the flowering period.

The most you can harvest is a jar or even half a jar of honey.

Not enough to eat at all.

Guo Fu couldn't wait to open the jar.

Bury your whole face in it.

But then he raised his head in confusion and said to Huang Rong: "Mom, why does this honey have a weird taste? Also, why is more than half of it missing? Did the honey seller steal it?"

"He must have eaten it secretly! Last time, when I bought brown sugar, he gave me a lot of money. If it weren't for Wu Dunru, I would have been deceived by him!"

Huang Rong's naughty little tongue touched her red lips, as if she was aftertasteing it, but then she said seriously: "I don't know, I didn't even have time to open it. Did you eat it secretly, Gong'er?"

Wu Gong rolled his eyes angrily. Although he also ate just now, Huang Rong obviously ate more, okay?

"Yes, I just ate some on the way!" Wu Gong put down the goods in his hands and took the initiative to take responsibility.

"Isn't it sweet?"

While speaking, Guo Fu stretched out a finger and dug out a piece of honey. A happy smile immediately appeared on her face, and she asked herself: "It is indeed so sweet! There is also a faint smell of fish roe. Mom, What kind of flower nectar is this?”

"They're just ordinary wild flowers." Huang Rong felt guilty and handed the pheasant in her hand to Guo Fu, then took the jar back from her hand and said, "I'm going to be a beggar's chicken tonight, go and prepare some yellow mud for me. By the way, take care of the pheasant.

Your Aunt Qingluo will also come over tonight. She has been bragging about how delicious her cooking is. This time I have to let her see my cooking skills. "

"I got it, mother!" Guo Fu melted the honey in her mouth, greeted Wu Gong vaguely, and ran towards the small kitchen behind the bamboo house.

Wu Gong yawned and prepared to go back and have a rest before coming back for dinner in the evening.

Huang Rong walked over and grabbed his ear: "Don't even think about running away, go and carry firewood. There are a lot of discarded wood over there in Qingluo. I took a look and it would be a pity to leave it there to rot and grow mold.

You go over there and get it, and I'll grow some mushrooms!

In addition, you can break some useless scraps into cubes and use them later when begging for chickens. "

When Wu Gong heard that it was such a time-consuming and detailed work, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

But when he saw Huang Rong's gaze, Wu Gong could only sigh and obediently went to sort out the firewood.

When he came back with firewood, Huang Rong had completely wrapped the pheasant in mud.

The chicken's internal organs and blood had been cleaned, but the feathers had not been plucked out. Huang Rong carried it upside down in the air by its legs.

"Just pile the firewood there!" Huang Rong casually pointed to the ground in the distance, "Remember to pile the firewood well, leaving enough space in the middle to facilitate the flow of air. In addition, keep the flame Blow high."

As he spoke, he smeared the thick yellow mud on the pheasant's body.

Wrap the mud firmly.

Huang Rong's speed was extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, the entire pheasant was wrapped into a ball of mud.

Huang Rong's hands were constantly flashing with white Qi, and the mud ball wrapped with chicken in her hands was like dough, constantly changing into various shapes.

Wu Gong looked at it in amazement.

Putting aside Huang Rong's skillful technique, he was very curious whether the chicken in the soil at this moment still contained the whole body. After all, if he had been allowed to make the various twisted shapes, the pheasant inside would have already turned into a pile of minced meat, wrapped together with the yellow mud.

While watching, Wu Gong's movements on his hands did not stop at all, and he quickly dealt with the firewood in his hands.

Guo Fu brought candles from behind the bamboo yard.

While shaking the candle, he ignited the pile of wood.

As the flames spread and climbed, blazing flames rose into the sky.

With the blazing heat, Wu Gong took a few steps back?

But Huang Rong threw the mud ball in her hand.

Then move on to the next pheasant.

As one mud ball after another was thrown in, the flames began to languish.

But the blazing high temperature still continues to spread in all directions.

Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Huang Rong stopped paying attention to these mud balls: "Put out the fire in a quarter of an hour, and then don't worry about it. Just let it go slowly." This sentence was said to Guo Fu. Guo Fu nodded and agreed, : "Okay, Mom! This isn't the first time I've been a beggar, so don't worry."

"Well! Gong'er, come here!"

Walking to the table nearby, Huang Rong had already begun to process the meat she bought in the morning.

"I'm going to teach you how to make a dish. The name of this dish is Jade Di Who's Listening to Luomei. It's made of five different kinds of meat. Each strip of meat is made up of four small strips of meat. There are only five kinds of meat, and one is Lamb rump meat, one is pig ears, one is veal kidney, and one is deer leg meat and rabbit meat. After each piece of meat is made, it has five completely different flavors. This dish is extremely challenging. The knife skill requires splicing five different types of meat together without using any bamboo or wooden skewers to tie them together. The five types of meat are completely mixed together, five five twenty five, which is exactly in line with the rhythm of the flute.

This is my specialty!

I will only teach you once today. I hope you can learn this dish well. "

Wu Gong scratched his head, somewhat confused about what Huang Rong meant.

Especially I don't understand why she wants to teach herself how to cook.

But he was also very interested in this dish.

Without saying anything else, he followed Huang Rong and began to learn how to make this dish.

Huang Rong nodded, feeling slightly warm in her heart.

This dish was taught to her by Huang Yaoshi.

Guo Jing wanted to learn more than once, but she rejected her every time.

Because this dish Huang Yaoshi said it would only be passed on to the Huang family.

When it reached Huang Rong, it was considered to be the end of the story.

Every time I talk about this.