Those days of fighting for the male lead with the winners in life [Quick Transmigration]

The technology level of Qihua Small World is not high, and the kitchen conditions are not as good as Zongzheng Small World with running water, sewer, and gas.In the small kitchen in the main courtyard, there is a stove next to the door, and a large water tank is standing beside the stove, which is filled with clean water. Next to the water tank is a wooden bucket for emptying kitchen waste, which is clean. , I only threw away a shallow bucket of fish viscera and the pinched bean sprouts head and tail.

Daoist Shao is already good at making medicinal food, and with this year's exercise, his hands and feet are more agile than before.As long as Yan Hanjiang sat in the main room eating pine nuts for a while, he had already scoured the rice and stewed it in an iron pan, cut thin fish fillets, and was frying them.Fortunately, there are chili peppers, green peppers, and fermented soybeans in this small world. The boiled fish seasoning he made by himself is not inferior to the ingredients sold in supermarkets. However, the taste of the soup is set off more obviously, the freshness is slightly sweet, and it tastes more delicious when paired with the thick but not strong spicy soup.

This dish is extremely hot, and Shao Zongyan has no distractions when he cooks it.It wasn't until the fish fillets were put into the basin and the oil was re-burned that he felt the light in the room dimmed. Looking at the door, he saw Yan Hanjiang leaning on the door frame watching him cook.

What those eyes were looking at was not the steaming boiled fish that had just been fried on the stove, but his face.

After realizing this, Daoist Shao suddenly felt that the fire in the stove was too big, and the flames seemed to have licked his face, scorching his whole face to his neck with heat.He was distracted by being watched, and it seemed too deliberate not to let others look at him, so he had to look down at the spoonful of oil, watching it go from calm to boiling, and the small bubbles were driven to the surrounding by the big boiling bubbles in the middle , until the oil in the entire spoon kept bursting, being licked and burned by the flames rising around it.

He stuffed the frying spoon with the lid, turned off the fire, and then poured it into the fish fillets. Looking at the bright red fish fillets, he said, "Brother Yan, let's eat first, and I'll cook a few more dishes. The dishes here are cheaper than Zongzheng Xiaoshi There are too many, and we have planted a lot in the yard, all of which are fresh."

"You do yours, I'll just watch here, don't worry about eating." Yan Hanjiang walked to the stove, took a piece of fish and put it in his mouth to taste, then covered the spiritual power with a wave of his hand, and still walked back to the door to look at him .

In fact, there is nothing strange about this. In the past, Yan Hanjiang also liked to sit on the table and watch him cook. They all lived in the same bed for so long, so what's so great about supervising the kitchen and watching the dishes now?Shao Daochang closed his eyes and tried his best to convince himself, and tried his best to forget the old story that those aunts, Tongfang, and young ladies hooked up with him by taking the opportunity of watching him cook in the kitchen, and took a piece of fat and thin pork belly from the table and chopped it hard. It became mud.

It wasn't until he finished chopping the minced meat on the chopping board that he finally felt that his mentality had sublimated, and he was able to calmly deal with the gaze that was glued to him, and began to think about what to cook.

This time I chopped a lot of minced meat, and the weather is not cool enough, so I just made it all. The days will be long, and other dishes can be made sooner or later.He weighed it in his mind for a while, then poured the minced meat into a basin, beat onion and ginger water, salt, sauce and thirteen spices to taste, and finally slid a few eggs into it to stir it up.

Throwing the whipped minced meat aside, he went to the middle of the kitchen and picked out a handful of young cowpeas from the vegetable basket, scooped up a basin of water, washed them, and poured them into boiling water to scald them.The blanched long beans were bright green and more pliable than when they were raw. He fished out the cowpea and let it dry for a while, then picked up one and quickly wove it into a small ring, and smeared a little meat filling inside.

The braided cowpea looks like a small rattan basket from the side, with plump meat stuffing piled on it, against the white and tender fingertips of the cook, even the raw meat looks particularly appetizing.Yan Hanjiang couldn't help but walked over, took a sip of the stuffed beans he had just wiped, his mouth was filled with the smell of raw meat and the salty smell of soy sauce.

bah bah bah.

However, the taste was adjusted well, and it was right in his mouth.

He put down the stuffed beans with a stern face. Daoist Shao thought he was hungry, so he turned his head and smiled at him: "You have been hungry for so long, you should eat some first, or I will go to the kitchen outside to get the inventory Heart to you?"

Yan Hanjiang looked down at him as he put the braided beans one by one into the plate, and said indifferently: "You do it, I just try the taste."

"How is it, are you salty?" Shao Zongyan put down his chopsticks and looked at him, his eyes swept across the grass carp's slightly pale lips with a touch of oil, and quickly moved back to the bean ring in his hand.

Yan Hanjiang wiped the corner of his mouth and replied: "Not salty, just right."

Hmm... not salty.

Shao Zongyan was always a little uncomfortable with the presence of a big living person instead of a small fish tank around him. He lowered his head deeply and stuffed beans one by one.After everything was done, he patted a thin layer of uncooked rice on top, deep-fried in a pan over low heat to set the shape, then poured a bowl of thickened sauce, covered it and let it suffocate inside. burn.

When it comes out of the pot, the water in the gravy has been almost absorbed, leaving a layer of transparent glass gorgon thinly wrapped on the bean cup, as attractive as a layer of sugar juice.

Shao Zongyan watched by himself, suddenly a little greedy, took one with chopsticks and put it in a small dish, picked out a small piece of meat and fed it to Yan Hanjiang, and planned to eat the rest by himself.But when the chopsticks were stretched out, he remembered that Yan Hanjiang is no longer a grass carp that a grasshopper can eat for a long time, but a monk who is taller than him. Such a score is not as appropriate as it used to be.

Tsk, didn't he have a good meal together when he lived in Brother Yan's house before, why does he feel awkward everywhere now?

Could it be that the two hadn't spoken for a long time, and they were separated?

It shouldn't be!

Shao Daochang reflected on his indifference to Brother Yan, and according to his natural habit, he put the brewed beans in front of Yan Hanjiang, held a small plate in one hand to receive the oil, and said softly, "Brother Yan, you have a taste first?"

Yan Hanjiang opened his mouth in response, bit off half of the beans and meat, and pushed the remaining half in front of him, persuading him back and forth: "You eat it too, it's very good."

Daoist Shao ate the remaining half, put down the plate and recalled the whole process carefully, and felt that he did it very naturally, no different from his attitude towards the little mermaid before, so he was relieved.

That's right, he and Brother Yan had a lifelong friendship, how could they be alienated just because they haven't spoken for a year!

Enough to comfort himself, he refilled the pot with a wide amount of oil, and when the oil boiled, he took the pot of minced meat to the side of the pot, squeezed them into balls and rolled them down, and fried them until they were golden.Fry it thoroughly for the first time, let it dry for a while and then throw it into the crispy shell. The fried meatballs can be eaten directly, and can also be stewed after cooling.

The gravy sauce on the plate of stuffed beans just now was really beautiful, but it aroused his desire to eat sweets.He boiled the sugar juice with a little oil and water first, and boiled it on a low heat until the sugar color was golden, and when small bubbles appeared in the bones, he poured out a plate of meatballs and rolled them in the pot to coat them in the sugar juice.

The fried brown balls are covered with a layer of crystal sugar shell, and you can pull out a few long filaments when you pick them up with chopsticks.The sugar was still soft when it was just out of the pot, and the more you pulled it out, the longer it got longer, you couldn’t stop pulling it out. Shao Zongyan poured a bowl of cold water, dipped the long sugar strands in it for a while, and the sugar strands broke in the air, and then sent the balls to the Yan Hanjiang's mouth.

This grass carp, who used to only like boiled fish, is becoming less and less picky now. He is very satisfied with the salty and fresh stuffed beans, and he still likes the crispy croquettes coated with sugar.Bite off the thin sugar strips around the meatballs first, and then bite off the crispy and sweet sugar shell. Inside are crispy fried meatballs. The light sweetness makes the salty, soft and tender meatballs more prominent I don't feel abrupt.

This one is also good.Since getting to know Shao Zongyan, he really is about to become an omnivore like a human.

Yan Hanjiang bit off half of the meatball in one bite, Shao Zongyan ate the remaining half naturally, and put down his chopsticks to boil water to wash the pot.

There are still a few strands of hair-like sugar sticking to the corner of his mouth, swaying in the wind, which is an eyesore.Yan Hanjiang happened to be close, so he wanted to pull out those few candied stalks and eat them.Just as he was about to make a move, Taoist Shao already felt the sugar. He stuck out his tongue and licked it around his lips, licking all the sugar residue in it.

Licking too fast did not give the grass carp a chance to cherish the food.Yan Hanjiang looked at his soft and moist lips as if they had been covered with glass, and secretly felt a little pity.

After the overly sweet syrup was washed away, Shao Daochang adjusted the sauce with cooking wine, soy sauce, sugar and salt. In order to cater for Yan Hanjiang's taste, he chopped a little hot pepper and sautéed it with minced green onion and ginger. Stewed a small dish Red meatballs.The remaining half of the pot will not be processed. If you can eat it, you can eat it as a snack, and if you can't eat it, you can keep it for future cooking.

The dishes cooked in this half day are not too small, and they are all hard dishes with big fish and big meat. The two big men of them are enough to eat.He checked that it was almost the same, so he put the rice stewed in the big pot into a wooden barrel, and was going to take it to the main room to eat later, but after putting the meal in, he found that there were still many burnt rice sticks on the pot. Going to make another appetizer.

Although Yan Hanjiang stayed in the fish tank for a year, almost never leaving his side every day, but after all he never opened his eyes, the two of them are better than being apart, they have to drink two cups to catch the wind.

Fried rice crust is golden and crispy, then stir-fry a plate of shrimp, fungus, magnolia slices, add cucumber and green garlic, simmer in a wide soup and coat with a thin layer of glutinous rice. The sound of "la la" is vivid and very appetizing.

After the meal was ready, he held the wooden bucket in his hand, put three plates on his arm, and had to stack new plates between the plates. The thrill of the action was comparable to acrobatics.Yan Hanjiang couldn't stand it anymore, cast a spell to make the plate float towards the main room, and stretched out his hand to him: "Come back with me."

Shao Zongyan looked at the plate enviously, and murmured, "I don't know when I can learn this spell."

Yan Hanjiang shook his sweaty hand and encouraged him, "Just wait until you master the calculation rules between mana and pressure, gravity, and buoyancy."

...Then I'd better carry the plate for two more years.

Daoist Shao thought and thought again, but he still didn't dare to say such useless words in front of Brother Yan, the top student.

After bringing the dishes into the main hall, Shao Zongyan went to the cellar to bring another altar of good Nurhong, poured two cups full, raised his glasses and said, "Congratulations, brother Yan, for his recovery. I don't know when brother Yan will go to Yuelongmen again." ?”

Yan Hanjiang touched him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said with a touch of expectation and excitement: "Wait until the dragon gate opens this time. If the dragon gate opens late in this small world, go to another world to dance."

His current body has recovered better than before jumping into the dragon gate, this time it should be a success!The grass carp spirit drank Nv'erhong with pride, wiped her lips, filled another glass herself, and picked up the boiled fish to go with the wine.Shao Daochang picked up the braised shrimp balls and poured them into the rice cooker plate, and the sound of hot air suddenly sounded. He took a piece of rice cooker while it was hot and put it on a small plate in front of Yan Hanjiang, and persuaded him, "Brother Yan, eat more, it will last more than a year." You are hungry and thin. When I was on the mountain, I heard that the Dragon Gate is opened every April and May. Brother Yan will stay here to rest and recuperate in these few months, and make more preparations."

"That's the month when carp migrate to spawn, not when the dragon gate is open. In fact, the opening time of the dragon gate is different in each world. It needs to be calculated according to the local aura and hydrological conditions, and the location of the dragon gate is also different." Yan Hanjiang smiled lightly, After eating the crispy rice wrapped in delicious soup, I also put a piece of shredded meatballs for him, and said with a cup of science: "At the beginning, the Dragon Gate of Zongzheng Small World was in the sea, but I suffered a lot for jumping over the Dragon Gate. I also suffered from the after-effects of seawater allergy. If it wasn’t for that time when I was chopped into the sea, I might be a golden dragon swimming around the world now.”

This story was so tragic that it made people feel distressed. Shao Daochang hurriedly picked up chopsticks and stuffed beans for him, poured him wine, and used delicious food and wine to numb the wounds in his heart.The two came and went, took care of each other and ate all the fish fillets in the boiled fish, two plates of meatballs, a whole plate of crispy rice and half a portion of stuffed beans, and even drank a jar of wine to the last drop.The alienation brought about by the official meeting for more than a year was also washed away on the wine table, and the warmth was rekindled between the cups and cups, just like when they were still at Yan Hanjiang's house.

At the end of the drink, Shao Zongyan was a little overwhelmed by the alcohol, his cheeks flushed an extremely bright red, he kept blinking his eyes to keep awake, and there were crystal tears hanging on his long eyelashes.His voice was also soft and lingering, he pulled Yan Hanjiang's hand across the table, and kept calling Brother Yan to take him to the Qiantang River to jump the Dragon Gate.

Yan Hanjiang was not drunk, but he was stalked by this drunk and lost his temper. He stretched out one hand for him to hold, and the other hand lifted his waist and carried it on his shoulders, just like he treats game customers. The main room is thrown between the soft mattresses.Shao Zongyan didn't feel that he was drunk, so he patted the spot next to the pillow and said, "Brother Yan, come and sleep, I sewed you a small quilt, which is made of good cotton, and there are pillows. It's not for you I made do with pillowcases and thin quilts at home, and I'll spread them for you."

He really found a set of delicately sewn quilts from the head of the bed, and soft pillows filled with dried chrysanthemums and buckwheat husks. He unfolded them and laid them neatly beside his pillow, and pulled Yan Hanjiang to let him lie on it. .

Such a small quilt is only enough for a grass carp to lie on, so where can Yan Xianchang, who has fully recovered, lie on it.But this drunk fake Taoist priest was too unreasonable, Yan Hanjiang couldn't screw him, so he had to go to bed, put his head on the laid mattress, and asked him to cover his face with a small quilt.

After everything was done, Taoist Shao's drunken madness was almost gone, he burrowed into the bed contentedly, raised his hand to touch the place where the tail of a grass carp should be, but now it is the chin of a human face, caressing the smooth and cool skin Into dreamland.Yan Hanjiang waited for him to fall asleep before taking off the quilt on his face, pulled up a quilt from his feet, took off his clothes, leaving only a middle coat, and lay down peacefully.

It's been a long time since I slept on a bed with a human body, and my muscles are sore from floating in the water.

Lying down, the human next to him became restless again. When he rolled his body outward, his palm, which was scalded by alcohol, was completely stuck to his mouth.The hot sweat on his palms covered his face, making him, a cold-water fish with a single circulation system, feel hot.Shao Zongyan's upper body was arched, and a slender leg also straddled his lower abdomen, pressing heavily on him, his forehead pressed against the hollow of his neck, and he hugged him as a cooling pillow.

Yan Hanjiang twisted his hand hard, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what.Shao Daochang's scorching breath sprayed down on the grass carp's neck, his cheeks and neck were burned red by the alcohol, and his bright red complexion extended directly into the area covered by the collar.

It was still early in the sky at this time, and this color was extremely fresh and eye-catching under the skylight, and it blended with the same vivid peach blossoms around him, so gorgeous that it couldn't be seen.

Yan Hanjiang tucked his hands into the quilt, and carefully looked at the face that was still charming even after falling asleep. His fingertips ran from the end of his eyes to his cheeks, and his thumbs wiped off the wine stains and vegetable juices on his lips. Said: "The capacity for alcohol is so bad. I have already convinced myself to refine my spirit, but I can still be drunk by mortal wine."

Daoist Shao snorted in his dream, as if to protest.Yan Hanjiang withdrew his fingers, stretched out his arms and pressed against the human body with his legs pressed against him. With a slight thought, the human body became half human and half fish again, and the natal fairy clothes on his body turned into scales again.His upper body exposed Chi Jing's chest, while his lower body dragged out a slender black fish tail, spread out the wide caudal fin, completely covered Shao Zongyan's legs, and pressed him under his body, which was to get back the long-standing abuse in the past. The interest of him sleeping with his tail pressed down.