Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

"Why does it take so long to wash a pot?"

His stomach was full and his eyelids couldn't help but start to fight. Chongyun rarely ignored the appearance of the beast, spread his wings and lay on his back in a large font, squinted his eyes in boredom, and said to himself:

"I can't even take a nap in peace."

Lazily propped up, he couldn't help belching, Chongyun shook off a few feathers, and slowly flew from the window to the stream.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?"

A deep and majestic male voice sounded in his ears, illusory, Zeyu's head was dizzy, and suddenly he felt that someone hugged him by the waist. The chest of that person was generous and warm, and the fresh fragrance of plants and trees on his body was refreshing.

He wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but his consciousness was out of his control, and he fell into chaos.

A jiao as big as Zeyu, even if he can't call the wind and rain, is a jiao from another family who raises his head and swallows rivers, swings his tail to shake the mountains, and when he appears, all beasts kowtow, which is somewhat famous in the Three Realms.

But like him, the [-]-year-old has never been to other places except Jifu and Yushan, so I don't know if there is a second one.

Not only that, he didn't like to fight since he was a child, and he was only obsessed with alchemy and various secret recipes in the world. In the words of his best friend: he doesn't look like Jiao at all, maybe he was cast in the wrong birth.

In addition, Zeyu has another fatal weakness: he is afraid of ghosts.

Fortunately, only he and his parents knew about this matter. Anyway, Zeyu never caused trouble, and stayed in Yushan obediently, and no one would trouble him.

However, everything is different in the mortal world, it should be a wronged soul just now, with a face as white as paper, missing arms and legs, suddenly popping up in the grass, very infiltrating.

So when Zeyu saw those cloudy ghost eyes, he fainted instantly. When he opened his eyes again, he was already on the couch in the wooden house, and looked out the window. It was noon, and it seemed that he had not been unconscious for too long.

The big white bird folded its wings and nestled beside his arm, its four blue eyes staring at him motionlessly.

"Did you send me back?"

Stretching out his hand to touch the fluff on the top of the goose, Zeyu was amused by himself after speaking, and guessed with his chin:

"How could it be you, you are just a sand sculpture that can't even speak, let alone a human being."

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he slapped his thigh and hugged the goose excitedly: "It must be the mountain god! It was he who drove away the ghost just now."

Chongyun: ...

"Having said that, I just met a super scary ghost by the stream, and it scared me to death."

Zeyu caressed his chest with lingering fears, recalling the death of that soul, it seemed to have fallen to his death from a cliff, could it be the victim mentioned by the mountain god?

ghost?

Chong Yun rolled his eyes, the bird's beak pecked at Zeyu's hand, and suddenly he flew out of the window with wings flapping.

"Eh? Where are you going?"

Zeyu leaned against the window and shouted anxiously to the sky.

As if to comfort him, he uttered a "clang clang" cry, circled twice in the sky, and the white figure disappeared into the dense forest.

"You must find your way back."

Looking at the white spots getting smaller and smaller in the distance, an indescribable loneliness flooded Zeyu's heart:

A goose is a bird, it always wants to fly away, maybe he will be the only one left at any time.

Wiping his sore eye sockets, Zeyu pulled out the dragon scales he had found on Xie Zeyu's body before, and scrutinized them through the sunlight, hoping that the other party would leave a clue.

He and Xie Zeyu are also acquaintances. To be precise, Zeyu and Bai Wuchang, Xie Zeyu's Taoist companion in the previous life, are close friends. Most of his understanding of the mortal world comes from this black and white Wuchang couple.

In short, this piece of dragon scales was Zeyu's farewell gift to the two ghosts and immortals at that time. After counting, this is their last life in reincarnation.

Could it be that Xie Zeyu cast a ghost spell on it, so that Zeyu could attach himself to this mortal?

After turning over and over again, he couldn't figure out why, he was not good at spells in the first place, let alone lost all his spiritual power now.

"Qiang-Qiang--"

Zeyu was having a headache when he heard the birdsong outside the house, his eyes couldn't help but bend into beautiful arcs, and ran out of the house in three steps at a time, and saw geese flying from far to near in the forest. There are two half-dead pheasants hooked on it.

"Is it really okay for you to eat your compatriots?"

After receiving the "food" thrown down by the goose, Zeyu joked with a smile, raised his hand and scratched its chin with his soft fingertips, a pair of beautiful dimples formed on his cheeks.

"Oh!"

Chong Yun bumped his head against the eaves, and the whole bird fell to the ground with a slap, staring at the stars, and was stunned for a moment:

When he smiled at Shang Zeyu just now, his mind suddenly went blank, as if there was only the person in front of him left in the world.

Is this some kind of strange spell?

"Are you OK?"

Too frightened to care about the pheasant in his hand, Zeyu rushed forward to pick up the slumped goose, while rubbing the slightly swollen top of his head with his palm, while blowing carefully, he said distressedly:

"You have four eyes, why can't you see the road? How many times have you hit your head? Are other sand sculptures like you? Don't be a fool."

Zeyu even suspected that when he was hit by a goose at the bottom of the cliff, it was just that the stupid bird was too stupid to fall down the cliff.

Shaking his head angrily, Chongyun wanted to jump onto the roof to calm himself down for a while, but Zeyu hugged him tightly and put him on the couch without any further explanation, apparently treating him like a sick child.

Chong Yun flew into the dense forest just now, and asked about what happened just now without much effort:

It was a lonely wild ghost looking for a substitute. What caught his attention was that according to the ghost's claim, this was the second time it attacked Zeyu. For some reason, it still failed.

That's right, it was this wandering soul that murdered Xie Zeyu at that time.

It pushed Xie Zeyu down the mountain who was collecting medicines on the edge of the cliff, thinking that it could take his body, but it didn't know that stealing chickens would cost a lot of rice, and a sharp yin energy shot out from Xie Zeyu's body, almost knocking him out of his wits.

However, it still didn't give up, and today it planned to push Zeyu down the stream to drown, but when it touched Zeyu's skin, its soul felt like it was being burned, and this time it gave up completely.

"I also died violently, the immortal let me live! The little one was controlled by a traitor and had to be forced to find a substitute here, the immortal save me!"

Chongyun could also see that there was a strange evil in it, but it was a pity that he couldn't find out who was behind it, so he just cast a spell to loosen the bondage on it, and let the land send it to reincarnate.

Everything in the world has its own cause and effect, and Chongyun has no intention of intervening too much. He only needs to repay Zeyu's kindness, and other things have nothing to do with him.

Not knowing why, Zeyu put the goose back, picked up the two pheasants again, and remembered the purpose of Xie Zeyu's coming here, so he just took this opportunity to practice.

Because of its colorful feathers, the pheasant is also known as the colorful pheasant. It absorbs the aura of the mountain, and its gravy is tender and delicious, nourishing and nourishing. It is the "king of game".

Zeyu didn't intend to make it too complicated. He tied up one of the pheasants and kept it for tomorrow, and picked up the other one for cleaning.

When he returned to the place where he was fainted from fright, he was still a little scared. He looked around in fear, picked a place where the sun was the most violent, and squatted down before starting to cook.

Simply bloodletting, plucking, and removing the internal organs, Zeyu cut the chicken into small pieces, poured them into the pot, and then added two or three catties of water, the water covered the chicken pieces, so that the chicken could be cooked tender; finally put in a few pieces Take the bamboo shoots and bring them back to the house to simmer over high heat.

This pot of chicken soup does not add any seasoning, to keep the original flavor of the pheasant as much as possible, but it needs to be boiled for at least one hour to heat up.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Zeyu dug out the half-burnt recipe, feeling a little headache:

Ever since he remembered Xie Zeyu, he decided that he must find his friend's soul so that he could return to his place as soon as possible.

Before that, he could only take care of this body for his friend for the time being, and at the same time try to find ways to return his soul to its original position.

Although he was very puzzled in his heart, whether this body could withstand such a toss, if not, he still had to find a way to find a new body for Xie Zeyu.

However, he clearly remembered that Xie Zeyu was not good at cooking at all before reincarnation, so why did he have such a strange desire to open a restaurant in this life?

"Have you rested? Is your head still hurting?"

Zeyu was holding the menu in his hands and thinking about it, but he didn't realize that the goose had moved to his side unknowingly and was looking at him with his head tilted.

"I said, are you male or female, can you tell me?"

Knowing that this stupid bird doesn't understand, Zeyu couldn't help but babble to it. During the past few days, he has long regarded the goose as a friend in need:

"Although we humans and birds have different paths, we met by chance. Even if you don't know whether you are male or female, you can't justify it. If you are a male, you can peck my left hand, and if you are a female, you can peck my right hand. How about it?"

He spread his hands out hopelessly, thinking that the stupid bird would ignore it again this time, and was about to take it back, but at this moment, the goose lowered its neck, and the vermilion bird's beak touched his left fingertips like a dragonfly.

"So, you can really understand?"

Zeyu stared at the goose in front of him dumbfounded, unbelievable, then why did it ignore people before?

"Are you a monster?" Zeyu asked tentatively.

"Chong!"

The goose uttered an angry low cry, its blue eyes glowed coldly, and it raised its wings more menacingly.

"It's okay, I don't dislike you, there is nothing wrong with monsters, as long as you practice hard, you will definitely become a fairy."

Zeyu comforted him softly, but what he was thinking was: As a monster, he can't speak after taking the emperor's fluid, his road to becoming a spirit must be bumpy, and I need to encourage him.

Chong Yun: We can't talk anymore.

Then I heard Zeyu ask with great anticipation: "Then where do you live? Do you have a name? I called you Rusha before but you always refused. What kind of name do you like?"

Chong Yun lowered his head, feeling a little tangled in his heart, whether he should tell him his name, Zeyu hugged his legs, raised his hand and smoothed the fluff on his head:

"Will your parents worry about you after you've been away for so long? What about your brothers and sisters? Will they be sad?"

Seeing the goose lying comfortably on her lap, Zeyu smiled, and her nose felt a little sore as she spoke:

"I miss my parents too, I don't know if I can go home in the future."

There was the sound of boiling water in the room. Zeyu put away his thoughts and patted the goose's wings: "Get up and eat."

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the rich fresh fragrance came to the face, and the stomachs of each person and bird "cuckoo" sounded at the right time.

The soup is clear and shiny with oil, and the chicken is tender and juicy, which warms the heart and spleen after one sip.

Zeyu once considered that this stewed pheasant soup can be used as the main character in the graduation banquet, with wild boar and ginseng, and the ingredients alone can win.

As for dietary preferences, sweet, bitter, spicy, one point more minus one point, it is difficult to adjust to everyone's taste.

It's better to return to the basics, respect the ingredients, and only take the word "fresh".

But after cooking, he felt dissatisfied: the taste of the chicken soup was impeccable, but the appearance was too bland.

Since the teacher's banquet is determined to be won, it must not be allowed to pick out the slightest fault. It must be a dish that is full of color, fragrance, and can be cooked in large quantities.

Chongyun's soup bowl bottomed out in a short while, and he almost swallowed it with his tongue. For the first time, he knew that the wild birds in the world tasted so good, and he felt that he really lived seven hundred years in vain.

In the past few days with Zeyu, he has never eaten the same food, and he almost forgot what the taste of fine nectar and jade liquid is.

After one person and one bird were full, and the sky darkened, Zeyu hugged the goose in his arms to keep warm:

"Speaking of how old you are, you must be younger than me, right? How about I accept you as my apprentice? I will take you to practice hard."

"Chong!"

The goose fluttered its wings in horror, and Zeyu saw that it was obviously resisting, curled its lips, and said helplessly:

"Then you will be my little brother? You will call me brother Zeyu from now on, that's all. I'll call you Xiaobai, okay?"

Chong Yun: Kill me.

Late at night, tiredness hit, Zeyu rested his chin on the top of Chongyun's head, sprayed warm breath on his slender neck, whispered hoarsely and warmly:

"Xiaobai, if you recover from your injury and want to go home, go home, don't mind me."

The author has something to say:

Zeyu: Good boy, call me Dad

Chong Yun: hum