Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

"Last wish, what do you mean?"

"Tonight is a farewell banquet. Aunt Hua is seriously ill. She will return to her hometown to recuperate in two days. She may not live long."

The fox clawed at the threshold with its two little paws, its hairy ears drooped listlessly, and its tears fell to the ground.

Zeyu's heart softened, and he tugged on Chongyun's sleeve. The latter understood immediately, restrained his breath, and softened his tone:

"Which cook did she eat before? Where is that cook now? You said the taste is wrong, what's wrong?"

"That's not a cook, he's a heartbreaker."

The fox licked his paws, carefully wiped his face clean, raised his head and said:

"More than ten years ago, Huagu fell in love with a traveling merchant who came to sell jewelry in the fireworks yard, and it was the wish-fulfilling fruit made for her by that unscrupulous man, which caused her to wait so long for him in the fireworks yard. "

According to the story of the fox, when it was injured, it was accidentally caught by a charlatan, who forced it to perform street juggling to make money.

One day, Aunt Hua was passing by, and saw the busker whipping it to blood, she couldn't bear it, so she bought it.

"It didn't take long for Hua Gu to meet that smelly man. He boasted that he would come back to marry her after finishing his next business, and then disappeared without a trace. If I find him, I will kill him."

Mentioning this man, the fox bared its teeth and paws in anger, the fur on its tail exploded, and its cheeks bulged like two steamed buns.

"I can try it, but you have to be more specific, what is the difference in taste?"

Most of the stories in the Fireworks Garden ended with regret, and Zeyu knew that it would be a sad story to inquire about. Although he was also curious about why the man broke his promise, he wanted to know why the other party's wishes would be different.

"I don't understand, that is, the sweetness is different?"

The fox tilted his head, he didn't know the culinary skills of mortals, and answered vaguely: "Anyway, it tastes bad."

"Well, let me try to change the material, and you can try it again."

Let the fox and the dog stay in the living room, Zeyu thought for a while, turned and walked into the kitchen, but heard Chongyun who was behind him say:

"What if Hua Gu is just someone who is obsessed with being good?"

"What do you mean?"

Zeyu didn't understand, put down the spoon in his hand, and turned around to ask.

"It's not because the taste of wishful fruit is different, but because the people who make it are different, so if you eat it later, it will be difficult to regain the state of mind at that time."

At this moment, Chongyun's brows and eyes were a little less arrogant, his eyes drifted out of the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you have such a person in your heart?"

Zeyu's heart was shocked when he heard it, and he unconsciously held the side of the stove with both hands, feeling inexplicably anxious.

"I don't know if it counts, but about 300 years ago, I accidentally rescued a lost little Jiao, which should be about the same age as you, and insisted on giving me a fairy grass as a reward."

Chong Yun came back to his senses, and just happened to meet Shang Zeyu's golden eyes, stunned, and said with a smile:

"I asked Xianyou, it's just an ordinary Chixia grass, but I always feel that its grass juice tastes different from others. After so many years, I also want to understand, it should be because it is thanks to others Li, so the meaning is different, right?"

"That fairy grass, is there a bit of purple on the tip of the leaves?"

Zeyu swallowed a mouthful of water, let go of his hands and then clenched them tightly, trying to make himself look calmer.

Chong Yun replied without thinking; "Yes, the color is really special."

"You said the grass juice tasted different, did you eat it?"

Zeyu was about to laugh angrily at this stupid bird. No wonder, he wanted to go back to thank him, but wondered why he couldn't find anyone.

"Yeah, I was thirsty on the way back, so I chewed it up. What's wrong with you? You don't look well?"

"I don't want to talk, please let me be quiet."

Unable to understand why Zeyu was suddenly angry, Chongyun rushed forward desperately, reached out and grabbed his sleeve and shook it:

"I'm just saying casually, Hua Gu thinks the taste is not right, it certainly doesn't mean that you are not as good as others."

Zeyu: Why do I feel that you are getting darker and darker? !

"Huagu can be said to be because she has a knot in her heart, and the fox has no knot in her heart, right?"

What happened just now made Zeyu feel stuck in his heart, and it took him a while to recover, looking at the ingredients on the table and falling into deep thought.

"Still different."

There were five or six bowls of wishful fruit and a cup of strong tea on the table. After the fox ate the last one, his belly became round and he was precariously falling on the stool.

"why?"

Zeyu frowned. He tried different brown sugar, peanuts and sesame seeds, or controlled the proportion of ginger juice, but the fox always said it was not good enough. Could it be that there is a formula he has never heard of?

"It should be less sweet and less slippery."

The fox said something timidly, and immediately lowered his head, fearing that Zeyu would get impatient and throw it out.

"It's okay, I'll try again, if you are tired, go to rest first."

Zeyu looked outside the door, unknowingly it was almost the second watch, the white dog's eyelids began to fight, lying in front of the door drowsy; Chongyun supported the table with one hand, and his face could not hide his fatigue.

"I'm not tired at all, I can help adults."

The ears immediately stood up, the fox raised its paw, and almost fell off the stool because it was too full.

"It's okay, you're fine here."

Zeyu patted it on the head, first to appease it, and then advised Chongyun:

"Go and rest quickly, I have to think about it alone."

Shutting herself in the kitchen, Zeyu squatted on the ground, resting her chin in one hand:

It's not that sweet, not that slippery, and it doesn't sound delicious, but Hua Gu is a foodie, she still thinks it's delicious, so what should be the difference?

"Little fox, wake up, try this again."

Gently pushing the half-sleeping fox, Zeyu was actually a little nervous, wondering if he would guess right this time?

"The taste of the dumplings is right!"

The fox jumped up excitedly, but was pushed down by Zeyu again, and made a shush gesture, signaling not to wake up the sleeping Baigou and Chongyun.

"You say the syrup still tastes different?"

Zeyu's heart, which had just been cheered up, gradually sank again. He heard the fox say:

"The syrup is still a bit too sweet. It doesn't mean that adults can't make it well, or it's different."

"Tell me more carefully, what kind of taste is that?"

Even Zeyu was a little discouraged. He had read so many recipes, and Xie Zeyu's memory of learning how to cook, the desserts he made were not as good as a traveling businessman.

"Probably, if you eat it in summer, you won't feel sweet at all?"

The fox rubbed his face with his paws, trying to remember, but couldn't explain clearly.

"Summer, not too sweet..."

Zeyu picked up the Ruyi fruit on the table, his head ached: still can't figure it out.

Not long after the sky brightened, there were few hawkers on the street, Hua Gu was sleepy, and she was stunned when she heard the message from the servant:

"Brother Xie, didn't you settle the money yesterday?"

"No, yesterday was the first time I made wishful fruit. It seems that I didn't do it well enough. It's rare that you didn't blame Hua Gu. This is a special apology I sent."

Zeyu lowered his eyes, took out a bowl of wishful fruit from the food box, and brought it to Huagu respectfully.

"This one……"

Seeing the fragrant rice balls in the bowl, Huagu had a complicated expression on her face, she forced her lips together, and replied:

"Brother Xie has a heart."

She slowly raised her hand to hold the spoon, feeling extremely entangled in her heart, scooped up a golden ball with great hesitation, and put it into her mouth with a frown.

"It's him."

Tears overflowed her eyes unknowingly, and a drop of teardrop silently slid down the crease at the corner of Huagu's eye. She sniffled, and before she had time to wipe away the tear stain, she scooped up another teardrop with trembling hands.

"Thank you, even if I am going to be buried today, I can close my eyes at ease."

Hua Gu's eyes were red, but her tone was unprecedentedly relaxed, like a traveler who has been traveling for a long time, finally unloading all the burdens on her body, without any worries.

"Brother Xie, do you know? This wish-fulfilling fruit, in the land of South Vietnam, is also called Tangbudui. If a man and a woman who like each other eat a bowl together, they will be like glutinous rice balls with syrup, and they will never be 'thrown away'; add another bowl, Good things come in pairs."

Before leaving, regardless of Zeyu's refusal, Huagu put a purse full of silver into his hand:

"I've only eaten Ruyi fruit made by two people in my life. Brother Xie, you will definitely have a good marriage in the future. This is my flower girl's red envelope."

"How about it?"

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, Zeyu was no longer in the house, and Chongyun was anxious to go out to look for it, but everyone had already returned.

"Are you up? Have you had breakfast?"

On the way, thinking back to Hua Gu's words, Zeyu's blue eyes on Shang Chongyun, for some reason, suddenly her heart was beating wildly.

"not yet."

In the soft light of the morning, Zeyu just stood quietly at the door, his golden eyes shone brightly, and even his dimples were filled with warmth. Chongyun stayed where he was for a while, unable to move his eyes away.

"I'll make you wishful fruit."

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