Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

In the weeds half a person's height, I don't know when a burly man stood. He had a hulking back, his strong muscles were bulging under the black jacket, and he was tied with a linen belt. His face was rough and dark, and his two sword eyebrows flew diagonally. The temples and the bridge of the nose are straight and straight, all of which exude masculinity.

He strode up to one person and one bird, glanced at Chongyun and the steaming iron pan with a smile, cupped his fists at Zeyu and said:

"I'm a hunter in this mountain. My name is Song Da. I took my daughter into the mountain today, planning to hunt some wild game and stock up before the winter. I can smell the fragrance here from a distance. Are the two of you also here to find food?"

Before the words fell, there was a sound in the grass behind Song Da, and a little girl carved in pink and jade appeared:

She is only as high as Song Da's knees, wearing a crown of magnolia flowers, a pair of big eyes, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and a light gray civet cat lying on her shoulder.

"Yes, there is still a little fish soup left here, if you don't dislike it, why don't you drink some to warm your body?"

Zeyu got up quickly, seeing the little girl's eyes kept on looking at the iron pot, and suggested enthusiastically.

"Okay."

Before Song Da could agree, the little girl standing behind him responded abruptly, her black eyes blinked and looked at Xiang Zeyu, full of innocence.

Just as Zeyu was about to pour out the fish soup in the iron pot, the goose let out a low sound of "clang" and pecked his hand. Zeyu patted its head helplessly and said soothingly: " I'll do something else for you later."

"Thank you little brother."

The father and daughter of the Song family took the soup bowl, glanced at Chongyun intentionally or unintentionally when thanking them, and drank it in small sips.

"By the way, I just heard from Brother Song that there were other people who went to the mountains to find ingredients before?"

Zeyu took the opportunity to inquire, if he could find out who had approached Xie Zeyu near the cliff, maybe he could find the murderer who pushed him down the cliff.

"Most of the people who come here are medicine farmers. However, in the past two months, it seems that someone ran to the bottom of the cliff and stayed for two or three days before coming out. I don't know what he was doing there."

After finishing the soup in one gulp, the hunter licked his lips and sighed:

"It's really delicious. By the way, what's the name of this little brother? What are you going to find here? Maybe I can help you, so you don't have to make detours."

"My name is Zeyu. I'm an apprentice cook in the city. I also want to find some game so I can go back to work."

Zeyu replied vaguely, and his eyes fell on the civet cat in the little girl's arms, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"It's such a coincidence that a few cooks have come to the mountain recently, and they gathered together. It's really lively."

Looking back and forth between Zeyu and Chongyun, Song Da responded thoughtfully, and asked tentatively:

"The little brother, where do you want to find it? How about we go together and have a caretaker on the way?"

Although Zeyu understood that the other party had good intentions, it was somewhat risky to go with the barren mountains and wild forests and strangers rashly, so she politely declined:

"I haven't decided which ingredients to look for, so I don't want to delay Brother Song's business."

As soon as the subject changed, he pretended to ask casually:

"Are there any rare herbs near the cliff? Do people often go there?"

A gleam flashed in Song Da's eyes, he exchanged glances with the little girl next to him calmly, coughed lightly and replied:

"The miasma at the bottom of the cliff lingers all year round, few people will go in, but you should be fine,"

He glanced at Chong Yun meaningfully, and he continued:

"Maybe there is a real treasure, but you have to be careful. Several people fell off the cliff this month. They seem to be like you. They came to look for ingredients, but they didn't find any corpses."

Hearing this, Zeyu's heart moved: Are all the people who stumbled and fell off the cliff accidental?Could it be that Xie Zeyu was not the only victim?

Seeing that he was silent, Song Da didn't say much, put down the bowl, pulled up the little girl who had been silent all this time, and said goodbye:

"Then, let's not bother. By the way, there is a small wooden house by the creek, and the drug farmers and hunters will rest there. It is cold today, and there are not many people going. If the two of you don't mind, you can go there to rest at night. "

"Thank you Brother Song, be careful on the road."

Zeyu looked at the backs of the father and daughter leaving, and didn't understand what Song Da meant by the "two".

One person, one bird, with their own thoughts, walked along the stream to the direction Song Da pointed out just now, and within half a stick of incense, a quaint hut appeared silently at the end of the tree shade.

"It seems that someone has just been here, could it be the father and daughter?"

Regarding those two people, Zeyu was always dubious, because he was murdered only two days ago, so he would inevitably be on guard.

Moreover, the aura of these two people was very unusual, and his intuition told him that the other party might not be an ordinary person.

The wooden house is only a few steps wide, and it is extremely simple, without even a table or stool. In the center is a stove for heating and cooking, with an iron pot hanging above it, and there are two quilts on the couch by the window, folded squarely. spotless.

"Forget it, it's better to have a house to live in than to live in a cave."

Zeyu comforted himself in this way, boiled another pot of fish soup, shared it with the goose, and fell asleep soon after he couldn't resist the sleepiness.

The full moon climbed into the air, and Zeyu's steady breathing sounded in his ears. Chongyun opened his eyes suddenly, and a feather with a faint white light fluttered gently on top of Zeyu's head.

A soft silver light flashed, and the big white bird in Zeyu's arms disappeared instantly, and a young man stood beside the bed out of thin air.

His long hair is like ink, and he is tied up with a green jade hairpin, revealing his full forehead; he has dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his four blue eyes are bright and energetic; The water-coloured brocade robe rolled with gold silk is so handsome that it does not touch the vulgarity of the world.

Glancing at Zeyu's sleeping face, the man turned around and walked out the door, the jade pendant on his waist made a pleasant warning sound.

Stepping out of the wooden house quietly, Chong Yun whispered: "Come out."

The evening wind blew away the dark clouds from the sky, the moonlight shone gently across the land, and the leaves rustled. Two figures stood under the tree and slowly walked up to him. It was the hunter father and daughter that Zeyu and Chongyun met today. Both of them clasped their hands and said:

"Land Song Da, Mountain Ghost Luluo, I have seen immortals."

"Thank you both for your hospitality. He and I are just passing by here, so we won't disturb you for too long."

After returning the courtesy, Chongyun nodded and replied calmly, not angry.

"You don't need to be polite, the immortal. Since the immortal came, the monsters in the mountains have settled down a lot. They are our great benefactors. If the immortal has any orders, we will definitely go through fire and water."

Song Da looked sincere, he wished Chongyun could stay for a few more days, and suppress the evil spirits in the mountains.

Guessing what the other person was thinking, Chong Yun didn't push back much, and dismissed the two of them with a few simple greetings, then returned to the house, transformed into a big white bird again.

At this moment, he couldn't help being startled. When the moonlight from the window fell on Ze Yu's body, it turned into crystal pearls and silently melted into that person's body.

"Even in deep sleep, you can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. It is definitely not something that ordinary mortals can do. Who are you?"

Lying beside Zeyu, Chongyun frowned, waved his wings casually into the room, closed his eyes with doubts, and circulated his breath.

"I remember!"

The dazzling sunlight fell on Zeyu's eyes, and he sat up suddenly from the couch, almost throwing the goose sleeping beside him.

The girl on the shoulder yesterday was not an ordinary raccoon cat, it was a small raccoon cat, the pet of the mountain ghost clan.

Before yesterday, Zeyu had only seen the mountain ghost of Yushan. That senior was a stunning beauty, but her raccoon was like a watchdog. Yesterday, the one became as small as a cat, so that Zeyu didn't recognize it for a while. .

Thinking about it this way, Song Da must be one of the mountain gods, but why did they approach him?

"Chong!"

There was a stabbing pain in his hand, and seeing the goose glaring at him, Zeyu rubbed its head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was taken aback."

After thinking about it, no matter what the purpose of the two people is, generally speaking, the mountain god will not hurt people's lives, so he should not need to worry about it for the time being.

"Oh, what an embarrassment."

Zeyu's shoulders slumped, his eyes were full of loneliness, how could he not be sentimental, if he was a dragon before, how could he not even see the mountain ghost.

"How is this going?"

Unpacking the bag, he found that the tattered linen shirts that had been burnt earlier were gone, and replaced by a few sets of intact clothes that he did not know where:

A black cotton blouse, a sheepskin gown with rolled edges in silver thread, a belt with a python-patterned copper buckle, and even the rag shoes on the ground turned into black-soled buckskin boots.

Not only that, firewood has been added to the stove in the house, and sparks are crackling; the pots and pans that have been filled with vegetables last night have been washed clean, and there are a few more earthen jars from nowhere, filled with wild fruits.

"Could it be?"

This is the first time Zeyu has received such generous help since he came to the mortal world, and the other party is still a mountain god who has always been Suwei.

After changing his clothes gratefully, when he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were two bamboo baskets beside the door, and the baskets contained fresh grass carp, mussels and shrimp.

Putting hands together and worshiping outside the house, Zeyu silently recited in his heart:

Jiaolong Zeyu, I would like to thank the two great benefactors here. If one day he can recover his real body, he will surely reciprocate.

Speechlessly watching Zeyu's series of inexplicable actions, Chongyun nestled on the couch and rolled his eyes: I heard that mortals have always been in awe of the power of ghosts and gods, could it be that Zeyu was frightened stupid?

After thanking the mountain god, Zeyu hummed a little song, walked briskly out of the hut, picked a few perilla and mountain onions by the stream, washed the river freshness, and returned to the wooden hut to plan how to prepare today's meal.

There are not many bone spurs in river fish, so it is most suitable for steaming.Zeyu set up a simple steamer with twigs. The fish had been disemboweled and scaled, and both sides were covered with scallions and perilla, poured with rice wine, and steamed for half an hour. In the weeds, throw them all out at this time, leaving only the fish body, which will not smell bad when eaten.

Put freshly chopped green onion and perilla in this way, and finally sprinkle a few drops of rice wine next to the fish, and simmer for less than half a stick of fragrance, so that the steamed fish is cooked and not old, keeping the meat tender and smooth.

Then, he boiled the pot again, put in river mussels, river prawns, shallots, basil, and rice wine, and fried them. Its fragrance can remove the fishy smell and increase the aroma. As the gravy makes a "squeaky" sound in the pot, the fresh and sweet aroma overflows from the pot instantly.

After finishing the two fried mussels with perilla and steamed river fish, Zeyu was full of joy and waved to the goose who was in a daze on the couch:

"Come on, the mountain god treats us to a big meal."

mountain god?

Under the pure white feathers, Chongyun's temples twitched: "Stupid mortals, where is the mountain god?"

He was so angry that he wanted to jump up and slap Zeyu's head with his wings: although it was effortless to conjure up these clothes and utensils, Zeyu's blaming others for the credit still made him furious.

Fortunately, when Zeyu fed the peeled mussel meat to his mouth, the angry big white bird was instantly smoothed:

The soft meat is tender and juicy, mixed with the special fragrance of perilla, stirring on the tip of the tongue, dancing between the teeth and cheeks like a soul.

Chong Yun couldn't wait to take another bite of the snow-white fish, which was completely different from the taste of barbecue. It was fresh, sweet and tender, as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

In the past few days, Chongyun has become accustomed to the food in the world. Not only did he not resist at all, he also spontaneously found different ingredients for Zeyu, hoping to conjure up new dishes.

He even thought about it, since Zeyu was not an ordinary person, why not take him back to the East China Sea after his injury healed, and heal the other person's head while helping him cultivate, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Shaking his head like a self-deprecating, Chongyun ate most of the fish, calmed down and thought:

Immortals and mortals are different, Zeyu may not want to stay away from the mortal world, it is better not to force others to make things difficult.

"Stay here obediently and don't run around."

Seeing that the goose was almost eaten, Zeyu nodded its head with her slender fingers, gave a few instructions, and took the pot and pan to the stream.

Staring at his own reflection in the water, Zeyu was not sure yesterday, but now that he washed his face in the stream and put on clean and neat clothes, his energy is more obvious:

His appearance is changing little by little, at first only his eyes turned golden, but now his nose bridge is more straight, his lips are plump and pink, his cheeks are as smooth as porcelain, not as yellow as before by the fire.

When Zeyu was still a jiao, Huaren was almost like this. He firmly believed that it must be because he occupied this mortal body, and maybe the next change would be even greater.

This is not necessarily a good thing, where is the original Xie Zeyu?As long as he doesn't lose his soul, he can always get it back. He doesn't want to do the thing of occupying the magpie's nest, he just wants to return to his own body.

"help me……"

A mournful voice came from behind, interrupting Zeyu's contemplation, and his heart thumped: No way?

He bit his lip tightly, turned around stiffly, the thing made his eyes go dark, and he passed out immediately.

The moment he fell to the ground, a long memory emerged in Zeyu's mind: he had met Xie Zeyu.

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