I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

Chi Ming knew nothing about what happened in the ancestral hall, and slept soundly.

The next day he was woken up by intermittent knocking on the door.

Chi Ming rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawned and opened the door.

As soon as the visitor saw Chi Ming like this, he hurriedly apologized in surprise: "Ah, Mr. Chi, you are still sleeping. I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest."

Although the woman said so, her eyes secretly looked at the man. Even after seeing him a few times, she was still shocked by the good looks and temperament of the young man in front of her.

"Look, Mr. Chi, this is a persimmon that my aunt's family just picked from the tree this year. Let me give you a taste."

The woman in half-worn sackcloth was named Qiu Qin, she was in her thirties, she lived a few hundred meters away, she was the nearest neighbor to Chi Ming's house.

"Thank you auntie."

Chi Ming glanced at the basket full of neatly stacked red persimmons, and thought to himself that Aunt Qiu was too real. He just sent five catties of wild pork to their family yesterday, and she was eager to pick the persimmons to return his favor. up.

He knew that if he didn't accept it now, Aunt Qiu would feel uneasy, and she might always remember it in the future.

Simply accept it generously.

"These persimmons are not worth much. If you finish eating them, you can go to pick them from the mountain at your aunt's house. You're welcome."

After Aunt Qiu handed over the persimmons, a smile appeared on her tense face, as if a big rock finally fell to the ground. This was explained by my mother-in-law early in the morning.

This Mr. Chi is very good-looking and has a good character, she is also happy to see it.

It's just that for some unknown reason, they left their hometown and came to their remote village.

She heard from her mother-in-law that the ancestor of the Chi family had made a fortune, and the whole family moved to the capital.

The capital city, that is a place she never dared to think about in her whole life...

When Aunt Qiu turned to leave, Chi Ming stopped her, and hurriedly took a bag of braised pork wrapped in oil paper from the kitchen and stuffed it into her hand.

Aunt Qiu returned home in a daze. She should have refused, but the meat was so delicious.

When she came back to her senses, she had unknowingly walked to the door of the house.

The tip of the nose is full of attractive fleshy fragrance, and the domesticated Xiao Huang seems to smell the smell of ginseng fruit, and excitedly leans towards her side, wagging his tail non-stop, dripping down his saliva.

Aunt Qiu spat, glanced nervously at the closed door of my mother-in-law, cursed in a low voice, and wrapped the oiled paper in her hand even tighter.

Only after closing the door and entering the house did he carefully open the oiled paper bag.

"Mom, what smells so fragrant, it's so fragrant that my nose is about to fall off." Yao'er, who was originally lying on the bed and didn't want to get up, slid out of the bed and trotted over barefoot.

"Shh, keep your voice down, this is from Mr. Chi, eat it quickly, don't let grandma find out." Aunt Qiu looked at the opposite house with a guilty conscience, and there would be occasional coughing sounds from there.

My mother-in-law is good at everything, even good things are hidden, and she is not willing to open her belly to the people below.

Let’s take the piece of meat from last night. It’s just cut off the fat of the thumb and boiled it in oil, and cooked a pot of plain noodles, without even a little bit of meat.

It is said that half-children eat poor old men, and the three children in their family are all growing up.She's such a mother, I'm really worried.

It's not that she is stingy, their family has a large population, so a little meat will be gone.

"Well, mother, it's delicious. This is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

"Hey, eat slowly, and save some for your father and older brothers and sisters." Aunt Zhang swallowed hard as she smelled the enticing smell, and pulled her eyes out of the fragrant stewed pork restrainedly, only picked out Passed two slices to the youngest son, then turned his back and pointed at the two fingers that pinched the flesh.

Then he carefully rewrapped it and put it in an earthen jar, as if worried, he lifted the jar and hid it under the bed.

Chi Ming strung up the meat that had been smeared with salt yesterday with straw ropes, and hung them on the bamboo poles in the yard.

There is no sun today, just enough to dry.

After breakfast, he non-stop peeled the skins of the persimmons and put them on strings to dry under the jujube trees in the yard.

Once back and forth, I went all morning.

Thinking that he hadn't eaten noodles for a long time, Chi Ming simply made wheat shrimp noodles at noon to satisfy his cravings.

The soup base is the bone broth that was boiled overnight last night, with shredded taro, shredded radish, and soaked dried shiitake mushrooms added to it. When the thick white soup bottom began to roll up and down, Chi Ming picked up the kitchen knife leisurely Put the mushy gnocchi into the pot one by one against the mouth of the bowl.

He is very good at the knife, the knife is light and beautiful, and the gnocchi is thin and long, and the pot is ready in no time.When the water inside boils again, put a few finger-long green vegetables on it, blanch it for a few seconds, and pick it up immediately after the green vegetables are cooked.

He learned this wheat shrimp noodles from the old man in the fly restaurant in a small southern county in the early years. Because it is shaped like a shrimp and made of flour, it is named wheat shrimp noodles.

Take out a large bowl of noodles, cover the shredded stewed pork, sliced ​​pork belly, dried and stir-fried dried shrimps on top, and finally put the scalded juicy green vegetables on top, sprinkle with a handful With green wild onions, a bowl of fragrant wheat shrimp noodles is ready.

What Chi Ming didn't expect was that because of a bowl of wheat shrimp noodles, he had a nightmare all night.

In the dream, two old men with gray beards surrounded him and chattered for a long time, saying that he had no conscience to eat alone, that he was an unworthy descendant...

Chi Ming sat up with two thick dark circles under his eyes, his mind was still buzzing, like ten thousand ducks were still squawking in his ears.

He rubbed his swollen head, supported his forehead with a headache, got up lightly and went to the well in the yard to wash his face.

The ice-cold well water shook his spirits, and a trace of strange coolness slid over his slender neck like bone china.

He shrunk his neck, raised his neckline again, and turned his head to look at the ancestral hall with the door closed. It was as dead and silent as ever.

After hesitating for a while, Chi Ming turned and went to the kitchen to get some homemade pastries and pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall.

The pig's head on the desk has become a little dry.

Chi Ming put the cakes on the altar, turned around and took out three sticks of yellow grass incense from the dark drawer and inserted them skillfully into the incense burner.

After stopping for a while, he remembered the scene in his dream last night, the two people who claimed to be his ancestors kept complaining that the incense offered by him was too bad.

Chi Ming raised his head silently and glanced at the dozen or so dusty ancestral tablets above.

When I opened my eyes, I went back to the day when I was kicked out by the Chi family at the age of 14.

He was not as indignant as he was in his previous life, he was as helpless as if he had been betrayed by the whole world, and he was finally dragged and thrown into the street.

The rich knowledge and good self-cultivation of modern life made him take things and leave.

He didn't pay much attention to a Chi family that was already on the verge of defeat.

Life is only a few years, so why waste the best years of the future with these stupid relatives.

Whether it was the parents who went first or the grandmother, he never dreamed about it once, but instead dreamed about his ancestors? ? ?

Chi Ming looked up thoughtfully at the old ancestral tablets behind the new ones, the writing on them was almost unreadable.

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