Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

A series of sounds of tables and chairs being overturned came from the house, and Zeyu ran close panting, only to see Cai Shanxue and two handymen from Wenxianglou lying crookedly on the ground with sticks in their hands.

You don't need to ask to know that these people must have deliberately made trouble again, in order to prevent him from participating in the teacher's banquet.

"These rascals!"

Kicking Cai Shanxue, who was unconscious, Zeyu was still angry and stomped a shoe print on his face.

"Did they do anything to you?"

Seeing that the two handymen had hatchets pinned to their waists, Zeyu put his arms around the white bird that jumped onto the couch, and carefully examined its whole body.

Raising its neck proudly, Shiratori uttered a low cry with great disdain, and pressed Zeyu's hand with its chubby head.

"Okay, forget that you are an immortal, I made all the fuss."

Except for a few hairs on the ground, after checking that there was no scar on Shiratori's body, Zeyu rubbed its chin, and turned his gaze back to the three unconscious people on the ground:

In order not to destroy Xie Zeyu's original social relationship, he has repeatedly backed down. These people are really toasting and not eating or drinking fine wine!

Now it is time to cook, Zeyu tied up the three of them, after thinking about it, he cast a little sleeping spell on them, allowing them to sleep peacefully until dawn, which is a rare gesture of mercy, after all, if the Wake up, it will ruin his business.

"After we've finished eating, we'll take care of them."

Seeing the white bird poking his head behind him, Zeyu made a "shh" gesture. This time he had to fight back for Xie Zeyu, lest the group of people treat him as a good bully.

After tidying up the messy wooden house, Zeyu started to prepare dinner. He caught several bamboo rats in the afternoon, sold half of them for money, and left two or three fat ones for food.

Wild bamboo rats are big and meaty, and taste fresh and sweet. They are the best game.

Zeyu first boiled the killed bamboo rat, removed the inedible internal organs and limbs, then burned the fluff with fire, and scraped and cleaned the surface.

Then he put the bamboo rat into the boiling water pot and scalded it once more. In order to get rid of the muddy and fishy smell in the meat, he then put salt, rice wine and ginger and spring onion in the steamer, and steamed it for two hours.

"You seem to have lost a lot of hair today?"

Zeyu didn't pay much attention before, but after receiving the feather duster yesterday, he realized that Shiratori seemed to be suffering from hair loss.

He doesn't quite know how the Bird Fairy molts its fur, but he just feels that the white bird sheds too much, and if it goes bald, it would be a pity.

Squatting lazily by the stove to keep warm, Chong Yun rolled his eyes at him:

This is nothing surprising, he has been used to it for a long time since he changes his hair every day.

"It's okay, I will cure you."

Carefully sweeping away the hair on the ground, Zeyu remembered to take back the sesame seeds that he dried in the morning, and was stepping out of the kitchen when suddenly a black shadow rushed towards him.

"Don't be presumptuous!"

Sensing a faint ghost aura, Chongyun's eyes glowed with blue light, and his figure flashed to the door as soon as he moved, firmly catching the unconscious Zeyu.

When Chongyun released some spiritual power, the little ghost couldn't bear it, and was knocked out of his wits.

In the Wenxiang Building dozens of miles away, a man spurted blood and almost died, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Wake up!"

When the three people came to look for trouble just now, Chong Yun could already see the dark air between their brows, and the filthy things dissipated as soon as he touched them.

Therefore, he purposely withdrew his breath and waited in the house. Unfortunately, he never thought that Zeyu would faint from fright.

"Anyway, I'm a cultivator, so how can I be afraid of even a little ghost?"

He couldn't help shaking his head, Chongyun was thinking of turning into a human and carrying Zeyu back into the house, when the person lying on the ground closed his eyes and muttered:

"I'm not human."

"Yeah, you are Jiao, you have never heard of Jiao and you are afraid of ghosts."

He lowered his head and pecked Zeyu's side face, Chongyun's tone was full of helplessness and pampering that he didn't realize, and he didn't realize that the man had woken up faintly.

"I'm really Jiao."

The pale golden eyes were stained with water mist, Zeyu retorted aggrievedly, then was stunned again, slowly sat up from the ground, staring at the white bird in front of him:

"Did you speak just now?"

Chong Yun was also taken aback, approached Ze Yu, rubbed his furry head against his neck, felt guilty from being stared at, and said:

"I don't know why, I saw you fell on the ground, and when I was anxious, I remembered how to speak before I knew it."

Zeyu looked straight into Shiratori's blue eyes, made a stern face and remained silent for a while, before speaking:

"Why do I think you're lying to me? Huh?"

"Really not, you are my savior."

With his heart beating fast out of his throat, Chong Yun couldn't help raising his wings, bluffing, and forced his composure on his face.

"Ok."

Zeyu lowered his eyes, walked out of the house silently, poured the sun-dried sesame seeds into the stone mill, but did not look at Chongyun again.

Although he only heard it once, Zeyu didn't think he would remember it wrong. When he was fainted by a ghost in the mountains, the sound that saved him was exactly the same as the white bird.

What does this mean?

At that time, Shiratori was already able to transform into a human form?

As expected of an auspicious beast and Chongming bird, Zeyu sighed, thinking that unless he transformed himself into a dragon, he would not be envious of such natural luck and mana.

"Are you angry?"

Since the two met, Zeyu has always been lively and cheerful, and Chongyun will never be bored with him, and has never been so quiet as now.

Chongyun felt restless, spread his wings and jumped onto the stone mill, and arched Gong Zeyu's arm with his round white head:

"Don't be angry, why don't I give you another apology?"

Thinking of yesterday's feather duster, Zeyu's hand pushing the stone mill stopped, and curled his lips:

"Don't pluck your hair anymore. You're almost bald. I'll grind some black and white sesame seeds to make a sesame paste for you today. The medical books of mortals say it can grow hair, so growing feathers should be the same reason."

Chongyun: ...

After grinding the sesame seeds, Zeyu fried some glutinous rice flour, just in time for the steamed bamboo rats to come out of the cage.

Picking out the scallions and ginger in the pot, he boiled the pot again, heated up the lard, put in the steamed bamboo rat, and then poured in the pre-made soup base, supplemented with cabbage, bamboo shoots, mushrooms and other mountain delicacies to enhance the flavor.

When the soup is hot, remove the froth, add pepper to taste, and finally drizzle with sesame oil.

The soup base made in this way is mellow in color, and the bamboo rat meat is delicious and mouth-watering.

The skin of this steamed bamboo rat is smooth and the meat melts in the mouth. Compared with the boar and pheasant that I ate a few days ago, it has another flavor

"The food you make is really delicious, even better than the taste of fine nectar."

Seeing that Zeyu's face softened a lot, Chongyun seized the opportunity to redeem it. Of course, this was also his sincere words.

"Humph."

Glancing at Shiratori, Zeyu lowered his head and remained silent. Just now he had been hesitating, should he mention his own affairs?

"By the way, what's your name?"

Zeyu raised his eyes, the gilt pupils seemed to reflect the stars, Chongyun's heartbeat missed a beat inexplicably, and he subconsciously replied:

"Chongyun."

"Chongyun."

After reading a sentence in a low voice, a warm smile appeared on Zeyu's handsome face. Chongyun's face became hot for some reason, and he heard him say sincerely:

"Admiring the sky, I am very suitable for you."

Zeyu's worry was not unreasonable, the two just met by chance, although Chongyun was seriously injured, he recovered several times faster than himself, which shows his high cultivation.

Relying on the other party's troubles, making such and such demands, is there always a sense of taking advantage of others?

After one person and one bird were full, Zeyu pursed his lips tightly. He made up his mind that even if the other party might refuse, he had to give it a try. He only hoped that Chongyun would not misunderstand him.

"what happened?"

Noticing that the man's expression was wrong, Chong Yun was also a little nervous: Could it be that Zeyu really hated him?

Swallowing, Zeyu raised his eyes slightly, the thick eyelashes left a shadow under his eyes, his golden eyes were like a stream of clear water, his hands clenched unconsciously, as if he could hear the rapid heartbeat, and he spoke softly:

"I know it's a bit abrupt to say this, if you don't want to, just pretend you haven't heard of it.

When you recover from your injury, can you take me back to Yushan? "

The author has something to say:

Zeyu: I’m angry, I can’t be coaxed anymore

Chong Yun: Hug╭(╯3╰)╮

Special thanks to Luo Yafeng for throwing 10 mines