I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

As usual, Chi Ming didn't drink tea, and didn't even touch the tea leaves. He worked hard all night as a tea pourer with a 45-degree professional smirk, and he was the kind who didn't tip.

Xuanshu has been busy visiting those old guys these days, and he smelled the familiar fragrance of tea as soon as he came back.

The mortal in front of him was quite sensible, he leaned leisurely on the chair, and tapped the table with his slender fingers carelessly.He was hesitating whether to take him back to make tea for him.

Thinking about it carefully, he doesn't really like drinking tea, he just wants to taste the taste. After all, apart from this tea, no, he can also taste the few dishes that person cooked that day.

What is the relationship between this mortal and that half-demon back then?

He covered that person with his spiritual sense calmly, his eyes gradually filled with frost, but soon, he took it back resentfully.

Just a mortal with no spiritual power.

It's he who's over-hearted.

"Go and make some food." Xuanshu's eyes were deep, and he wanted to confirm the next thing, whether he could taste the food as long as it was made by him.

"do it now?"

Chi Ming felt an urge to scold his mother.

Boss, please look up at the sky, it's getting late, he should go to bed by this point.

Even though he bravely sent 1 words to the other party in his heart, in fact he went into the kitchen with his hands and feet, lit a fire, and cooked.

In the face of absolute strength, he is cowardly!

If it weren't for the comfortable life here and no one bothering him, he really wanted to escape this mountain with the train overnight.

Chi Ming didn't know what the other party liked, so he made a few dishes casually, such as adding an extra spoonful of salt to the chicken, sprinkled a handful of sugar on the tomatoes, and accidentally burnt the cabbage.

Considering that the other party seems to like tea very much, he also "kindly" sprinkled a handful of tea powder, which all fell out of the tea cake.

Xuanshu looked at the dishes in front of him, which were not very good looking, but not too bad, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

When Chi Ming brought the dishes to the table, he was so regretful that a drop of cold sweat slid across his forehead.

If the other party is dissatisfied and feels that he is perfunctory, will he slap him on the spot?

This kind of uneasy mood until the other party picked up the chopsticks and started to eat with one chopstick but not the other.

No way, can you eat such unpalatable and unqualified dishes?

Chi Ming wondered if his eyes were wrong.

So this person can't tell the difference between delicious and bad?Or is it that he is actually a not very particular person, who eats what he has, unlike those tricky-tongued gourmets?

Xuanshu eats very slowly, even though he dislikes that the food in front of him is not as delicious as before, but fortunately he can eat it.

The chicken was a bit salty, the tomatoes were too sweet, and the cabbage had a faint burnt smell, and he even tasted tea foam in these dishes.

Although the tea chicken and fish I made last time were good, not all dishes are suitable for seasoning with tea.This mortal wouldn't use tea as seasoning, would he?

He looked up at Chi Ming, who was standing by the side doing nothing, and finally couldn't eat anymore, so he simply put down his chopsticks.

He just relishes the taste of the food, which does not mean that he is not picky about the taste of the food.

After the people left, Chi Ming harvested another slender gold bar.

Yes, one piece, and it's only the thickness of a thumb, which also shows that the person doesn't approve of his food.

Chi Ming didn't care, and put the obviously much smaller gold bars in the drawer as well.

After reconfirming that the gold bars inside were still in good condition and hadn't turned into anything else, he thought about it, and went back to the house with five gold bars in his arms, hiding them properly in a groove under the bed board.

On the second day, when Chi Ming opened the door, he saw Li Yusheng sneakily preparing to hang the fish on the door.

The two looked at each other, and the scene was a little funny.

Although Li Yusheng was one year older, he was half a head shorter than the opponent, stared at by the opponent's black and white eyes, blushed, and was the first to lose.

He lowered his head, a little uncomfortable being caught on the spot, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Mr. Chi, this is the fish I just caught today."

"Yu Sheng, you don't have to send fish over tomorrow. Help you and me, but it's just a matter of raising your hand, you don't have to." Chi Ming couldn't express how he felt about the person in front of him.

If he thought this person was dull and introverted at the beginning, then after that illusion, he had another complicated emotion.

He knew he wasn't that him.

"The kindness of saving your life should be kept in your heart." Li Yusheng lowered his head, clutching his cuffs tightly, a little at a loss.

He didn't know how to repay the other party, so he could only do what he could.

And what's strange is that every time he comes here, he feels very anxious and looking forward to it, as if he is going to meet someone he hasn't seen for a long time, or to go on an absent date.

When he dreamed back at midnight, he would often dream about the scene in the illusion that day, and the man in white.

His smile is as gentle as the warm spring sun, and as clean and thorough as a mountain spring.

He remembered that his name was Chacha, and he always liked to call him A Sheng after that person.

Putting away the faint disappointment in his eyes, he stared at his toes in a daze, he felt that he was in a daze.

When he woke up from the dream, he was still lingering in the dream.

Chi Ming looked up, and saw a pair of hands that were swollen like carrots with chilblains, and several places were chapped, showing a terrifying crimson color, probably caused by frostbite in the past few days.

He didn't speak, and turned around to pull out a chili stalk in the yard.

"Don't go there again, next time you bring it over, I will send it directly back to your home." Chi Ming stuffed the chili stick into the other party's hand, and continued to say in a deep voice: "This is the chili stick, take it home and even Boil the rhizomes together in boiling water and use them to soak your hands, which is good for your chilblains.”

"Thank you, Mr. Chi." Li Yusheng took the pepper stick in a dull manner, and hid his hands back a little embarrassedly.

Everyone in the village is like this, and he is used to it.It's just that this year is more powerful than previous years.

Chi Ming nodded. He still learned this method from an old man. He hadn't tried it himself, but he heard that it was effective.

Chi Ming walked up the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back, and saw the old man walking towards him from a distance.

"Xiaochi, are you going to Zhushan too? I happen to be planning to go too, let's go together." Li Changqing has been squatting on this only trail into Zhushan for a long time, but he didn't expect to make him wait. .

What disappointed him was that the other party only brought a bamboo basket today, and none of the other pots and pans seemed to be brought.

How can this work? If there is no guy who cooks, how can he cook delicious food? Isn't he going to be hungry again?

Li Changqing was in a bit of a hurry. After he declared that he had failed to eat for breakfast, he was already hungry several times, but he just couldn't eat.

So he thought of the young man from yesterday, and after finding out his name, he waited here with his servant.

Chi Ming rolled his eyes silently, is this guy interested in his cooking skills?

Chi Ming walked forward silently with his head down, while the old man behind him kept chattering behind him.

"The old man heard that Lizheng in the village said that you improved the tools for cultivating the land. The double-curved plow and the fan cart are both good. If they can be popularized in the Heavenly Holy Kingdom, it will greatly improve the farmers' income. Productivity."

"There is also the hybrid rice, which has a high yield per mu, which greatly increases the grain output of farmers, which is a good thing for the country and the people.

……

"The old man also heard that you also came back from the capital. What is your relationship with the Chi family in the capital?"

"It's ok."

Chi Ming's eyes darkened, he didn't want to have anything to do with those people.

If those people bump into each other in the future, he will let them know how the word "regret" is written.

Li Changqing was taken aback for a moment, what he said before was dry mouthed, and the other party pretended to be deaf and dumb, and now he suddenly replied, it was inevitable that he would look sideways.

Is this person really related to the Chi family in Beijing?As far as he knows, the dishes made by Chi's Restaurant are fairly authentic, but the dishes are not amazing enough and not innovative.

"The old man sees that you are young, and you have good knowledge and knowledge. I wonder if you are interested in being the closed student of the old man?"

"Sorry, not interested."

It was the first time that Li Changqing felt ashamed when he heard that the other party refused without thinking.

He touched his nose, a little in disbelief.

Thinking of his influence in the capital, which family's descendants didn't sharpen their heads and try their best to squeeze in front of him, just to listen to his advice.

And all the students under him could go around the imperial city.

The young man in front of him really catches his eye. As far as he knows so far, this person is probably better than his grandson who is a little prodigy in terms of talent.

It would be the best if he could abduct people back by the way when returning to Beijing.

Li Changqing stroked his beard, with an old fox-like smile on the corner of his mouth, it was a worthwhile trip.

This time, Chi Ming went to dig on the other side of the mountain, or according to yesterday's method, one dig at a time.

On the other hand, Li Changqing and his boy, hammering here and there, didn't even dig out a bamboo shoot shell, but a big blister appeared on their hands first.

This made him look at Chi Ming even more highly.

In the end, the two simply gave up and continued to sweep around like headless chickens, but started to opportunistically.

Wherever Chi Ming goes, the two of them will go.

Not to mention, it really allowed him to dig a few winter bamboo shoots, but the two of them had never done farm work, and they didn't work hard. They only dug half of it each time, and the other half was obviously still underground, causing great damage. waste.

Chi Ming didn't chase him away, and saw that the other party hadn't dug it clean, so he silently dug out the half of the ground again.

The speed of digging bamboo shoots is faster.

Soon, Chi Ming dug a basket of bamboo shoots, and no accident, small blisters formed next to the place where the palm of his hand had just flattened.

This body is more delicate than he imagined, not even a single callus can be seen.The new calluses on the thumb and index finger are still there in the past six months.

Thinking of the modern society, the hands holding the kitchen knife at that time had thick calluses, which were left by practicing knife skills in the smoke and fire day after day.

"Xiaochi, aren't you cooking today?" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Li Changqing asked anxiously, ignoring his old face.

"En." Chi Ming said kindly in a low voice, Xiaochi should be Xiaochi, this person is too familiar.

He walked down the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back on the handle of a hoe, thinking that he would quickly go down the mountain to cook and slice the bamboo shoots to dry while the weather was fine.

Li Changqing had the urge to vomit blood. In fact, he had just imagined a feast full of bamboo shoots.

This young man named Chi Ming is really good at craftsmanship.

After he went back yesterday, even his hiccups smelled delicious, and the smell of food was also on his clothes.

The stewed pork with winter bamboo shoots is really delicious...

Now when he thinks about it, he can speak with gusto, and his stomach growls more happily.

"Sir, shall we go back too? Or continue to dig?" The dumb boy was carrying a hoe, and at his feet was a half-basket of pitted and ugly-looking winter bamboo shoots, probably peeled off and not even enough for teeth.

"What are you digging!"

"Let's go. Follow him."

If you can run a monk, you can't run away from a temple.

Li Changqing was in a great mood, hands behind his back, and happily walked down the mountain.

The author has something to say:

Chi Ming complained secretly: When I am a teahouse, I come whenever I want, and leave whenever I want!I bother!

Xuanshu raised his eyelids: Huh?

Chi Ming (guilty face): I will play, and everyone will play, ha, don't you believe it, this is actually a song...