The lonely foodie

The sloth computer has been moved to his bedroom by Qu Mobai without permission. Since he started preparing the hotpot restaurant, he has been searching for wineries on the Internet.

The hot pot is spicy and hot, and Mo Bai thinks that it is not suitable to be served with strong liquor.Beer is of course good, refreshing and thirst-quenching, but people with cold body should not drink it, and people suffering from gout, arthritis and other diseases should not touch it, and...drinking too much will make you gain weight easily, and you will get fat in your stomach. There is a kind of beer in modern society Fat is called "beer belly", and Mo Bai thinks this description is very appropriate.

Fresh fruit wine is the best, but it is definitely not enough to make it yourself.

Mo Bai seriously posted a post on a place called the forum asking, which one has low-alcohol fruit wine fermented with pure fresh fruit.

After sending out the post for several days, no one responded. Ivan told Mo Bai that this is called "sinking", which is the same reason that no one will see the stone sinking into the lake.

Unexpectedly, there was a reply under this "sinking" post last night, with only four words, "Misty Villa".

Mo Bai was quite excited, and looked up other information about Misty Villa on the Internet, but there was very little information, only one business registration address.

Ivan saw the address that Mobai had copied on the paper, Bihu Village?

Since I couldn't find Misty Villa, Ivan checked the Bihu Village. The information on the Internet showed that Bihu Village had an earthquake 15 years ago, and the whole village was relocated. Now it is a deserted village, and the picture is a rain-cut wall A bleak photo of the ruins.

Ivan shivered, and his intuition told him that this might be a supernatural event.

This discovery made Ivan excited, and he couldn't wait to see it.

Departing early in the morning, I drove a car that Ivan rented on the APP. Considering that I might have to bring wine back, I deliberately chose an off-road vehicle with a relatively large trunk.

As we walked further and further away, when the car was about to enter the mountain, it began to rain lightly. After the windows were closed, the inside of the car suddenly became sultry. Ivan leaned over and turned on the air conditioner.

Mo Bai only felt a gust of cool wind blowing from the small window in front of the car. He had never seen an air-conditioned car in his time, and he felt comfortable and fresh.

And Xiaofan is still very good, he can actually drive a car, and there were not many people who could drive a car at that time.

But Ivan told him that driving a car is now a must-have skill for everyone, and it is not surprising at all.

It's rare that Ivan didn't make a fuss this time.

After entering the mountain, he drove through a dirt road, and soon entered the boundary of Bihu Village. From time to time, there were a few deserted yards on the side of the road.

Going further, it starts to descend the mountain, and the bamboo forest suddenly becomes dense. A red brick house is hidden in the mountain depression. Looking down from the mountain, it is surrounded by rain and fog, which really feels a bit ethereal.

The mountain road was very narrow, and there was a landslide that blocked half of the road. Mo Bai was startled as the wheels rode over the edge of the road.

If you fall down, the car crashes and people die, and then travel back to the era of war and strife in the previous life, what's the point?

A thin, dark old lady came out of the house with a limp when she heard the sound of a car. Her arthritis would attack when it rained, and she could not walk in pain. Then she saw a strange car coming. The old lady frowned furiously.

After Ivan parked the car, he saw an old lady standing by the gate covered by various plants and flowers. She stuck her head out of the window and asked, "Grandma, is this Misty Villa?"

The old lady was even more unhappy, Bao Zheng had a black face so black that there was a moon hanging on it, and she gave them a blank look, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Ivan and Mo Bai looked at each other, not knowing who provoked this grandma.

Mo Bai looked through the car window. The person standing by the door had dark skin and a thin body. At first glance, he looked like an old man, but on closer inspection, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and his hair was not gray. Afraid that she might not be very old, maybe it was Ivan's "grandma" that bumped into her.

After getting out of the car, Mo Bai walked forward with a smile on his lips, bowed first, and then asked, "Excuse me, is this Misty Villa?"

The man didn't evade, looked him up and down for a long time, then nodded, "Do you buy wine or books?"

This place also sells books?Mo Bai was surprised, with a gentle smile still on his face, "Buy wine."

"The boss who buys wine is not here, come in and wait a while."

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Seeing that the other party's legs and feet are inconvenient, Mo Bai took two steps forward, and first held the door of the iron door to let her go in.

"Just call me cousin." The man said, "People who come here call me cousin after my cousin."

Ivan followed behind and stuck out his tongue. With your appearance, people would believe that you are my grandma's cousin.

The two of them were led into a living room with an open door, facing a large misty bamboo forest on the mountain. There was a fireplace in the middle of the room. On such a hot day, the fireplace was burning brightly. It took less than an hour for Ivan to enter. In seconds, he was so hot that he ran to stand under the eaves.

It was already time for lunch at this time, looking around, it was impossible to find a restaurant in this deserted village, how to solve lunch?

"You are going to be hungry, go to the kitchen to make something to eat, do whatever you have, everything in the kitchen can be used."

After the cousin finished speaking, she ignored them and sat by the fireplace to bake her sick legs.

There are a few semi-big chickens scattered in the yard. Looking at the chickens and the blazing stove, I thought that roast chickens are good.

"If you want to eat the chickens in the yard, you can kill them yourself. This fireplace can't roast chickens. There is an oven in the kitchen." The cousin hammered her legs and said leisurely.

Ivan was taken aback. This strange old lady seemed to have mind reading skills, and she didn't dare to think about it.

The kitchen is easy to find. You can see it when you turn a corner out of the living room. It is a semi-open space with glass on three sides. The side facing the bamboo forest has no glass or door, and the rich greenery directly spreads into the kitchen.

The seamless connection between nature and space makes people feel very comfortable.

"Tell me, does that old...cousin have special abilities? She can guess everything I think." Ivan took a peach and gnawed on it, and asked Mo Bai in a low voice. It is rare that there are still peaches at this time. It's just that the taste is a little bland.

Mo Bai found an apron with small floral patterns and tied it, "It's meal time now, it's not difficult to guess where we want to eat, you stand under the eaves, touch your stomach, look at the chicken, and stare at the fireplace for a long time, only She almost wrote the words "I want to eat roast chicken" on her face. Based on the above points of view, I don't think she has any special powers."

"However." Mo Bai paused, "Her observation skills are very good."

Ivan didn't expect him to be so obvious.

"Kill the chicken!" Mo Bai shouted.

The chicken is a free-range chicken with a weight of about two catties. The meat is soft, tender and delicious. It is most suitable for roast chicken. The skin is roasted until the skin is crispy, and the chicken is juicy, tender and delicious.

The freshly slaughtered chicken is extremely fresh. The chicken is randomly raised in the yard. It eats caterpillars and vegetable leaves, and the meat is very delicate.

After marinating with black pepper, salt, light soy sauce, and olive oil, Mobai cut a few slices of peaches and threw them in, so that the roasted chicken will have a fruity sweetness.

Ever since Mobai said those words to Ivan on the porch of the hot pot restaurant, Ivan was also quite touched, astonishing as soon as he hit it, I feel very passionate when I think about it.

Ivan even fantasized that one day he would make money and help Mo Bai redeem his finger, but... 10 times the redemption would be 180 million.

Thinking of this, Ivan couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Mobai, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, even if you say twice or three times, I can work harder, 10 times, dare you make up your mind not to pull your fingers like that Understand.

But Ivan also understands that it takes effort to do a good job, so...he bought a small notebook and earned 180 million, starting from a small notebook.

"Why is there a piece of butter stuffed into the chicken breast?" Ivan saw that Mo Bai stuffed a piece of butter into the chicken breast before roasting the chicken, and quickly took out a small notebook to write it down.

This mobai was learned from Victor’s chef. Before the war, Victor was a famous western restaurant, and the chef was an Englishman who could speak Chinese.

"Chicken breasts will taste bad when cooked over 68 degrees Celsius, while chicken thighs are at 73 degrees Celsius. A large piece of low-temperature butter is stuffed under the skin of the chicken breasts. The butter will take away part of the temperature of the chicken breasts during the process of baking. The meat of the roasted whole chicken, chicken legs and chicken breasts will be tender."

"Well, well." Ivan nodded, taking notes seriously in the small notebook.

Mo Bai wrapped the chicken in tin foil and stuffed it into the oven, washed his hands with soap, and leaned over to take a look at Ivan's notes.

Ivan immediately covered it with his hand.

"Why?" Mo Bai raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you allowed to see?"

"I...can't write well." Ivan was a little embarrassed.

"Yeah." Mo Bai nodded, "It's pretty ugly." Now the children don't practice calligraphy?Two days ago, I saw Daniu's Bobo and Cannon doing homework, and the words were so ugly that I almost fell over.

"Hey!" Ivan protested, "Is there someone like you? I say ugly is modesty, but you say ugly is attack."

It's so ugly, why don't you let me tell you?Mo Bai shook his head.

Wang Yiming has a new book signing event today. He said it was a new book, but it was actually written two years ago. He has been quite depressed for the past year. He spends his days at the villa reading books, raising chickens and roasting fire.

It may be that "Miss Li" hurt his vitality, which made him unable to get out of the story for a long time.The editor had no choice but to resell the old book, change the packaging, and arrange another book signing for him.

"Maintain your popularity, who will know you after another two years?" the editor of the publishing house said earnestly.

Wang Yiming felt that what she said made sense, so he braved the rain to attend his old book signing.

After staying in the villa for more than a year, he is no longer used to the heavy oil and salt in the restaurant outside and the smell that is all due to the essence, and...the cooking outside is unhygienic.I was so hungry in the city that I still chose to drive back to the villa for dinner.

An off-road vehicle was parked in the open space in front of the gate, with an advertisement for a car rental platform posted on it. Wang Yiming frowned. He was hungry and tired now, and he really didn't want to greet guests.

When I entered the house, I saw my cousin roasting her knees by the fireplace.

"Someone is here?" Wang Yiming stood next to the faucet in the yard and washed his hands. After washing with soap, he soaked in disinfectant, rinsed his hands with clean water, and went into the living room and pulled a face towel to wipe his hands.

"Yeah." The cousin nodded, "I'm waiting for you, the wine buyer."

"Why are you waiting for me?" Wang Yiming sat down on the beanbag sofa by the fireplace, "If you think it's sold, just send them away."

"How can I have that energy? My leg hurts so much that I don't want to walk."

It was only then that Wang Yiming remembered that it was a rainy day again.

"Is there anything to eat?" Wang Yiming asked.

The cousin pointed to the kitchen, "The two people who bought the wine made a roast chicken, go and see if you can still get something to eat."

Wang Yiming had already stood up, and stopped again when he heard what his cousin said, "Did you watch them do it? Is it hygienic?"

"I watched the whole process, it's very hygienic." The cousin said firmly, thinking that if Wang Yiming didn't believe it, she could swear another poisonous oath, anyway, it didn't cost a penny to swear this year.

Satisfied, Wang Yiming wandered into the kitchen to eat roast chicken.