The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Foggy white water vapor evaporated from the electric hot pot in the middle of the Kang table, drifting and churning throughout the room, adding moisture and water vapor to the originally dry room.

The kang table is slowly filled with various ingredients and seasonings. Those ingredients that are resistant to cooking or not easy to cook in the tumbling hot pot have been put in. With the boiling of the broth, the blooming hot pot from time to time Ingredients such as meatballs, tofu, potato chips, etc. are brought out from the bottom of the pot, exposed to the upper layer, and rolled back again.

Chef Bao, who came back after finishing the dinner at the homestay, had already cut up the piece of lamb leg, but Chef Bao’s knife skills were impeccable. Every piece of lamb leg was as thin as paper. Arranged neatly on a plate.

According to his own taste, Zhouquan adjusted the dipping ingredients in his bowl, looked at the ingredients still tumbling in the pot, and felt that it was almost ready, so he opened the pot lid and started to put other things.

All the vermicelli that had been soaked for a long time were thrown away, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum and small rapeseed were grabbed a lot each, the green shrimp was put in, and the kelp slices were also put in. When the broth in the electric hot pot boiled again, it was time to start eating.

On the opposite side of the Kang table, Chef Bao is also making his own dipping sauce.

He likes fresh and spicy taste, but it is very simple. Sesame paste, fermented bean curd juice, oyster sauce, chili oil and sesame oil made by himself, only these five things can satisfy him, no more.

The two people separated by a table above the Kang table were busy with their work, but there seemed to be something surging in the connected but narrow space under the Kang table.

Soon the broth with the new dish started to stir again, which means that the shabu-shabu meal can officially begin.

Seeing this, Zhou Quan reached out and took out the thick and large canning jar from under the Kang table, unscrewed it and filled it up for himself and Chef Bao opposite.

Bao Guan just made the dipping material and looked at the cup handed to him. It contained a kind of light yellow wine, which looked familiar, but smelled like traditional Chinese medicine.

Looking at the glass of wine that became more and more familiar, Chef Bao suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"What kind of wine is in this glass?"

"It's the altar of medicinal wine you brewed in the kitchen of the homestay. Bao Erlong saw it when he came to collect things at noon, and said it was almost brewed, so I brought it out to drink."

Chef Bao, whose careful thinking was completely exposed, was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, but Zhou Quan raised his glass openly and said, "Time flies so fast, we've been back for almost half a year in a blink of an eye. Whether it's yours or mine's Life and the appearance of the village have undergone great changes. What makes us happy is that these changes are developing in a positive direction. This glass of wine is a tribute to the past and the future. I hope our lives will get better and better. "

After finishing speaking, Zhou Quan raised his head and drank the glass first, then shook the empty glass in his hand, signaling to Chef Bao opposite.

They use small wine glasses specially designed for drinking baijiu. The size of the wine glass is about the same as the wine cup in the past.

This was specially chosen by Zhou Quan, because he knew his drinking capacity, and if he changed to a larger glass, he might not be able to drink until he climbed up to the other side.

Chef Bao on the opposite side followed suit without saying a word, and Zhou Quan quickly filled the cups of the two of them again.

While Zhou Quan was pouring the wine, Bao Yan had already picked up several slices of meat and thrown them into the boiling broth. The meat slices in the pot had just changed color when the wine glass was filled. Chef Bao picked them up with chopsticks and carefully delivered them to Zhou Quan. side.

Zhou Quan readily accepted the other party's flattery, and even forgot to use the dipping sauce, and directly blew some wine to his mouth.

The leg of lamb is the most muscular part of the lamb, because these muscles are needed for running and moving, so most of them are trained to be strong and powerful.

But with the right handling, these firm meats can also be tender and creamy.

The piece of meat that Zhouquan is chewing now is handled very well, the perfect thickness makes the piece of mutton crispy and smooth after eating in his mouth.

Seeing Zhou Quan squinting his eyes and enjoying the mutton on the opposite side, Chef Bao happily picked up what he wanted to eat.

On the surface, Zhou Quan and Chef Bao are eating shabu-shabu in a friendly manner, but under the table, the little tricks of "little monsters" never stop.

The weather in early autumn was not so cold. Two young men in their twenties, sitting on the kang and guarding the hot shabu-shabu, wore thin clothes.

They were all in single clothes and without socks on their feet. When they were enjoying the delicious boiled mutton, the pair of light-colored feet under the Kang table moved forward quietly.

Something touched his chocolate-colored big feet, and he left quickly. Chef Bao, who was swallowing vegetables, raised his head and glanced at the opposite side. Seeing Zhou Quan as if nothing had happened, he lowered his head and continued eating.

After a few minutes of silence under the table, the light-colored foot moved and continued to move forward. This time, it did not leave after touching the target, but gently stuck to the other side.

The light-colored little finger is directly attached to the dark-colored thumb, not only sticking to it, but also rubbing against it, gently and softly, like a feather.

Thinking that he was blocking the opponent, his big chocolate-colored feet bounced away as quickly as an electric shock, and his knee directly touched the table top above, and the sound of the touch was painful.

Seeing this, Zhou Quan frowned, this time he no longer quietly, straightened his leg openly, and directly used his foot to reach the other's leg under the table.

The light-colored feet followed the opponent's legs all the way up, and found the position of the knees. One foot rested on the side, and the other foot covered the upper part of the knee joint, rubbing gently for the opponent.

Chef Bao was so rubbed that he bent his waist, his head almost buried in the bowl, silently eating the food he had just picked up, without daring to say a word.

The comfortable Zhouquan served the other party with wine and vegetables courteously on the table, one foot under the table continued to rub the knee, and the other foot began to 'bewitch' again.

The light-colored feet are jumping around on the opponent's long legs like a superficial touch, left and right, forward and backward, scratching people's itch but not giving them relief, like a cat scratching Chef Bao has a heart Eight times.

After flirting around like this for more than ten minutes, the light-colored feet probably had enough fun, and finally stopped stepping on the opponent's long legs and stopped jumping around.

Chef Bao, who had been burying his head and froze, dared to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, the pair of light-colored feet under the table started to move again.

The foot that was originally on the knee began to rub forward little by little, rubbing and rubbing, and continued to move forward while rubbing, the goal was very obvious.

Chef Bao trembled slightly after being rubbed, Zhou Quan laughed a few times when he saw this, not only didn't stop, but continued to move forward maliciously.

A few minutes later, the pair of light-colored feet under the Kang table stopped, but Zhouquan didn't do it voluntarily, and he found that he couldn't reach it.

? ? ? ? ? ?

Damn, the legs are not long enough! ! !

The 'Xiaozuoyao' who was more than ten centimeters shorter than the other party was holding the bowl in a daze. He had done a lot of thinking for the evening meal, but no matter how he thought about it, he would never have imagined that such a problem would arise.

Who can blame this?Blame the other person for being too tall or having too long legs?

In short, it is definitely not that he has short legs! ! !

The bully-addicted "Little Demon" began to give up on himself. He retracted his foot, continued to step on the opponent's knee with one foot, and hooked the opponent's thigh all the time, and asked the opponent to circle the long leg under the kang table , the purpose is so blatant.

Chef Bao, who was 'bullied' to the point of losing his temper, obediently let the other party do whatever he wanted, without any thought of resistance.

This time the length must be enough, the five fleshy petals on the light-colored feet flipped up and down happily, and then leaped happily towards the upper part of the thigh of the person opposite.

Chef Bao finally stopped being indifferent this time, he clamped his legs hard, and firmly clamped the two light-colored fleshy feet that were considered small compared to him.

Both feet were controlled by someone, Zhou Quan struggled hard for a few times without moving, and when he looked up, the person opposite him looked at him like a big dog.

The other party's current appearance is the same as the tiger's head who was forced to hear the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year and could not escape, aggrieved.

For a moment, Zhouquan felt that hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to see a majestic arctic wolf, which suddenly transformed into an Alaska.

Am I going too far?Actually almost forced the other party into a dog?This is Brother Baoyan who has always taken care of and cherished him.

This big dark man has always protected him since he was a child. They have never quarreled. As long as it is his own affairs, the other party must always keep it in mind. The only two times the other party lost control in front of him is because he thought will lose himself.

Forbearance and restraint, knowing that advances and retreats have principles This is the evaluation of Brother Baozhen by people who know him. It sounds very good, but Zhou Quan knows that the other party's restraint is not natural. He just lost too much and dare not force anything.

Cooking skills and himself are probably his last insistence. If he hadn't been forced to nowhere to retreat, he would not have dared to do something that forced him to choose one or the other.

Thinking of this, Zhou Quan slowly pulled back his feet, and to please Chef Bao, he transferred the pork balls and fish balls in the shabu-shabu.

Well, forget it, if he really doesn't want to, then he won't force it, nothing is more important than the two of them being together.

In fact, thinking about it now, using hands is also very good, and the two of them can help each other to enhance their relationship.

After being connected, Zhou Quan no longer had the intention of "being a demon", and took the light-colored feet under the Kang table back voluntarily, and put them outside the table.

The shabu-shabu meal was finally finished smoothly, but there was still some medicinal wine that was specially brought back from the canned bottle.

The next day, in the morning, the homestay received an international courier. When Zhou Quan signed for it, he found that the sender was Zou Xu, and the recipients were written on the name of Brother Baoyan and himself.

Huhu Zou actually mailed things to him and Brother Baoyan?What the hell is it worth sending him back after such a long distance?

Because the recipient had his own name on it, Zhou Quan opened it directly, and seeing the colorful things inside the box, Zhou Quan blushed instantly.

Those things are all in English. As a serious university graduate, he can still translate some simple words above.

The words on the ointment packaged like hand cream almost translate to human body lubrication. As for those cigarette case-sized boxes, Zhou Quan can tell that they are for civilian use without even needing a translation.

Because it has the same usage as them, Zhou Quan just bought a box at the pharmacy yesterday, and it is still hidden in the pocket of the windbreaker.

The moment he found these things, Zhou Quan hugged them like a rabbit and ran around. After entering the room, his face was still hot and he muttered to himself: "Are there any mistakes? How could that fox send such things? Come back? You also specified that the recipients are me and Brother Baoyan?"

"He doesn't know anything, does he?" Thinking about the behavior of the other party when he lived here, and the words he said to himself before leaving, the more Zhou Quan thought about it, the more he felt wrong.

Zhou Quan felt that his suspicion was very reasonable, so he deliberately rummaged through the box again, and he really found a piece of message paper.

The tone on the note was that of the fox, and the other party wrote in thick and bright orange-red handwriting: I heard that everything is going well for you, and I feel that good things are coming soon. Necessary supplies, please use them correctly according to the instructions on the package.

PS: Brother, I feel that you need some practical teaching guidance, so I deliberately found some very high-level educational videos and sent them to your mailbox. Please check them.

Holding the message note in his hand, Zhou Quan almost burst into flames. Looking at the "necessary necessities for life" sent by a bunch of "friends" in the box, he suddenly felt an urgent urge to skin the fox.