Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

"Sand, sand, sand."

It seemed that a big dog was scratching the wall with its paws. Zeyu held the white bird in his arms, and walked softly to the door to peek out quietly:

The sound came from a hole in the corner of the wall. A bamboo basket was stuffed into the inner and outer courtyards of the temple from outside the wall. The basket was completely dark, and it was unknown what was inside.

Although it was only for a moment, Zeyu saw it. When the whole bamboo basket was pushed into the courtyard, a red and black tail flashed past the hole.

Sighing, he put down the white bird and carried the bamboo basket into the temple, a silver-white leaf floated slowly from the basket:

"We are the mountain gods of this mountain. Although our mana is low, we have fulfilled our duties for a hundred years to protect this mountain forest, and we have never harmed the lives of ordinary people."

Unexpectedly, the mountain god would send him a letter in the middle of the night, and Zeyu hugged the white bird into his arms, with mixed emotions in his heart.

"However, more than ten years ago, there was an extremely violent earthquake in this place, and that snake crawled out of the ground at that time. It took over the mountain as king, and since then, evil spirits have run rampant in the mountain. Although we both feel heartbroken , and helpless because of the superficial cultivation.”

Zeyu frowned when he heard that, even so, it couldn't be considered a reason for them to send others to die.

"It wasn't until the Shangxian arrived that we both saw a glimmer of light. We planned to visit the door after a while and ask the Shangxian to lend a helping hand. That day we were shocked to learn that the Shangxian didn't intend to stay for a long time, so we had to make such a deliberate decision. Don't dare to put your son in danger, I implore the Shangxian to raise your hand, there is a little heart from Xiaoxian in the basket, I hope the Shangxian will accept it with a smile."

The more he heard, the more something was wrong, Zeyu turned Shiratori's round head and forced it to look at him:

"They know who you are? Have you ever spoken to them?"

None of the four eyeballs dared to look at Zeyu, Chongyun turned away guiltily, and just rubbed his hand with the top of his head coquettishly, hoping that he would not think too much.

"Understood, this is their thank you gift, I dare not touch it, please keep it well."

Angrily, he put the white bird on the bamboo basket, Zeyu was about to let go, but his sleeve was pulled by its beak.

"If you've talked to those two mountain gods, why don't you want to talk to me? I'm angry and don't want to see you."

Pushing the white bird away, Zeyu turned around angrily, lay down on the haystack and covered his head with his clothes, and ignored how much the white bird pushed him.

Comfortably burying her head in the soft blanket, Zeyu stretched beautifully, and fell asleep unconsciously last night out of breath.

After rubbing his sleepy eyes, he faintly felt that something was wrong?

This dilapidated temple doesn't even have a couch, he just laid out a grass nest to sleep yesterday, where did he get the bedding?

"噗" straightened up, and Zeyu saw clearly that everything around him was different:

The leaky roof was replaced with red bricks and yellow tiles, the crumbling beams were replaced with solid hardwood, and the dilapidated ground was spotless and shiny.

And he was lying on a large carved sandalwood bed, covered with an embroidered brocade quilt, and the white bird folded its wings and nestled beside him, with anticipation and a trace of anxiety in its blue pupils.

"what is this?"

After Meimei took a nap, most of Zeyu's anger disappeared, and now she felt more wronged:

"We've been together for so long, are you really unwilling to speak?"

Shiratori was in a hurry, and kept digging his head into his arms, making a pitiful low cry from his mouth.

"Well, let me just believe that you really can't speak."

Its wailing made Zeyu's heart soften, and remembering that the white bird was indeed seriously injured, he couldn't bear to blame it, so he rubbed its wings helplessly:

"But if you can speak in the future, you must be the first to tell me."

Responding with a guilty conscience, Chongyun secretly blamed the two mountain gods for their unnecessary actions, spread his wings and flew out of bed, picked up the prepared apology from the table, and handed it up to Zeyu as if to please.

"What's this? A feather duster?"

Zeyu took this nondescript short stick, looked at it for a long time, and was puzzled:

It was a thin bamboo pole less than one foot covered with dense white feathers, almost like a short broom.

"Chong!"

The white bird flapped its wings vigorously, and the feathers fell off its body one by one, exactly like the feathers on the duster.

"Did you pluck your own hair?"

Zeyu turned pale with shock, only to find that there was a faint aura attached to the feathers. With so many feathers of the Chongming bird, the monster would have to run away from them.

"Why are you so stupid?"

Picking up the stunned white bird, Zeyu checked it inside and out. How long would it take to pluck such a large handful of feathers?

If it were Zeyu herself, it would be painful for him to forcefully pull off a scale, how could Shiratori bear it?

"I thought the crane's repayment was made up, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

Zeyu's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but choke up as he spoke. When he was very young, he heard a legend from a friend:

In the distant East, there was a crane, in order to repay the life-saving grace of ordinary people, it tore off its own feathers and wove brocade cloth. In the end, it was bald all over its body, as if suffering from dysentery. It was very pitiful.

Could it be that this kind of bloody self-mutilation method of repaying gratitude is popular among bird fairies?

"I don't want you to repay your favor. It doesn't matter if you can't speak. Don't do anything to hurt yourself again!"

Hugging Shiratori's neck, Zeyu put his forehead against the fluff on its head, and said word by word.

Chongyun:? ? ?

He understood every word Zeyu said, why couldn't he understand it together?

What does it mean to hurt yourself?

Also, this is really not a feather duster, it's an artifact he specially made to ward off evil spirits in order to make amends for Zeyu.

"What happened to this ruined temple?"

"Is it a manifestation of the mountain god?"

There was a lot of people outside the temple, Zeyu hurriedly put away the feather duster, put on his clothes and opened the window eaves to take a look, and immediately understood what was going on.

After thinking for a moment, he winked at Shiratori and said:

"Turn the temple back."

"Don't be surprised, folks,"

Hearing another exclamation from outside the temple, Zeyu dressed neatly, walked out of the temple in a leisurely manner, and pointed to the lacquered plaque on the temple:

"This is the meaning of the mountain god. He couldn't bear me to eat and sleep in the open, so he specially showed his divine power to protect me through the cold night. These are also gifts from him to everyone."

Zeyu moved out the basket that Chibao sent yesterday, which was filled with fungus, mushrooms, potatoes and other delicacies, which unsurprisingly caused a commotion.

Clearing his throat, Zeyu raised his voice and said:

"Last night, the mountain god gave me a dream, saying that although everyone has not worshiped for a long time, he still always cares about everyone's safety. Everyone, isn't it a pity that the incense here is cut off?"

The villagers looked at each other, not knowing who started it, and kowtowed to the ground one by one, shouting:

"May the mountain god bless you!"

Taking advantage of the villagers' inattention, Zeyu quietly stepped aside, silently picked up his basket and took Shiratori away.

"I came too late yesterday, so I didn't notice that this is a mountain temple. If someone enshrines it in the future, their magic power should increase a lot."

Zeyu said so, he didn't want to accept the gift from those two mountain gods in a vague way, after all, the other party harmed him first, and it was obvious that they had other plans, so doing it now is the best of both worlds.

Unaware of Chongyun who was sullen, Zeyu found a good-looking open space, looked left and right to see if there was no one there, and said to himself while gesturing:

"Just build a house here."

"I didn't expect that building a house would be quite difficult."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Zeyu finally managed to put up the roof and the four walls. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and his stomach started to be drumming.

"These two days are relatively busy, let's make do with it."

Zeyu dug out the snake meat in the basket, removed the scales and washed it, cut it into sections, just the size of a bite, then put it into the pan and fried it until it changed color.

Thinly sliced ​​leftover pork and chicken are easy to cook and effortless.

He lit a fire outside the house, set up an iron pot to boil water, and when he turned around, he was stunned by the changes in front of him:

"what happened?"

The thatched hut that was ventilated on all sides just now has now become a cozy log cabin, and the furnishings inside are exactly the same as those in the ruined temple.

This place is far away from the mountains and forests, and Zeyu has not sensed half of the mountain god's breath, so there is only one possibility left...

"The things in the ruined temple were created by you?"

Carefully picking up the white bird squinting in front of the house basking in the sun, Zeyu regretted endlessly. If he had known the truth earlier, he would not have wasted all his efforts.

The white bird lazily pecked Zeyu's chin lightly with its beak, as if to say: Don't be an example.

"Thank you."

Gently kissed Shiratori's round head, Zeyu hugged it aside, touched the top of its head and said:

"I'll make you some delicious food when I'm done with the work in front of me, as compensation."

The water in the pot has been boiled, Zeyu puts pork bones, cooked lard, rice wine, ginger and onion, boils for half an hour on high heat, then continues to add snake meat, chicken, pork, such a pot of delicious and fragrant snake The meat hot pot is ready.

Chongyun ate very satisfactorily, but Zeyu couldn't relax, and the date of the teacher's banquet was getting closer and closer.

On the day of the master banquet, there will be nearly a hundred diners serving as referees, and the process is also open as last time. If he wants to use spells, it may be difficult with his current ability.

The time is about half a day, that is, he has to cook one or several dishes that can satisfy hundreds of people within two hours.

He had already thought about the theme. Before that, he had to practice secretly, which was why he chose a remote place to stay.

"Hey, the body of a mortal is really hard to handle."

Forgot how many times this was the first time, Zeyu put down the sharp knife in his hand and channeled his spiritual power to heal the wound on his hand.

He tried to practice the knife skills learned by this body according to Xie Zeyu's memory, but he couldn't find the right way, and cut himself bleeding repeatedly.

Chong Yun's eyes were gloomy, and he watched Zeyu cry out in pain again and again, and then he grabbed the knife relentlessly, as if it was on the radish in his hand.

For some reason, when he saw Zeyu's scarred fingers, he felt a strange tingling pain in his heart. I wonder if it was the sequelae of his unrecovered body?

"what are you doing?"

The white bird spread its wings suddenly, jumped onto the stove, and pecked each of Zeyu's fingers with its bright red beak.

"Don't make trouble, go down."

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Zeyu pushed it, then practiced the knife, and then found something different:

His fingers seemed to be wrapped in something, and when they touched the tip of the knife, there seemed to be a warmth separating the sharp point, and he didn't feel any pain.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three days left before the graduation banquet. Zeyu had just returned from changing things in the village that day, and heard an angry bird song from a distance in the house:

"Chong!"

The door of the wooden house was wide open, and the water tank in front of the door was shattered. Zeyu's eyes changed, and he rushed forward...

The author has something to say:

Let me explain: the hair here is not plucked out, natural hair removal ==

Chong Yun: Don’t be angry QAQ

Zeyu (Mubi): Others give away jade pendants, sachets, and swords, but mine gives a feather duster. Can sand sculptures cure it?Quite urgent, wait online.