I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

I haven't been home for almost half a month. Apart from some dried bacon and pickled goods, there are no fresh ingredients at home.

Chi Ming made a pot of fried rice with bacon, potatoes, pumpkin and bamboo shoots with the existing ingredients.

The meat was wild boar previously cured, and the potatoes and squash were stock from the cellar.

He uses the old-fashioned fried rice, and the rice is new rice, which is poured into the pot and simmered with firewood after only washing it once.

After the rice soup boils and boils, take it out with a bamboo fence, and then put the thinly sliced ​​translucent bacon into the pot and stir fry continuously. Potatoes, pumpkins and shredded bamboo shoots soaked in hot water, add salted rice wine and stir-fry to taste, then pour in the rice, stop the added water as soon as the rice is covered, turn to low heat and simmer slowly for a quarter of an hour .

The fire should be smaller as you go to the back, otherwise it is easy to burn the potatoes at the bottom.

During this period, try not to lift the lid of the pot. If you open the lid repeatedly, it will easily cause uneven rice and the aroma will be reduced.

Don't lift the pot until the heat is up and you can smell the rich aroma of rice.

At this time, the rice grains are already distinct, and the pumpkin will rot when you poke it. Randomly sprinkle a handful of shallots and stir fry evenly. Fried rice with potato, pumpkin and bamboo shoots is ready.

Chi Ming was afraid that the driver's food would be too dry, so he boiled a pot of apricot skin water in a casserole.

Apricot skin water is boiled slowly with dried apricots, adding wolfberry and rock sugar, which can not only quench thirst but also relieve greasy. It is similar to modern sour plum soup.

When the driver saw the simple farm fried rice, he was a little disgusted, thinking that this person is too stingy, and he should cook some meat anyway.

He often hangs out in the market place, and these days he always hears how delicious the food of those people gossip about Chiyan, which is comparable to the delicacy of gods.

He sneered a little, no matter how delicious the food could be, could it be better than a fairy?

He has never paid much attention to appetite, but for some reason, after listening to those people shaking their heads and shaking their heads for three days, some thoughts arose in his mind.

What's so delicious about this fried rice? He would rather eat a bowl of plain noodles than dry rice.

But after a day of driving, my stomach is really hungry.

I sighed secretly in my heart, I thought what amazing food I could eat.

The coachman's face was dark, and he resisted a little.

However, after taking a bite of rice, he stared at the rice in his hand in some confusion.

Is this really plain farm fried rice?

Unbelievably, he took another big mouthful.

The aroma of rice mixed with various vegetables rushed straight to his forehead, and the distinct rice grains made him chew more and more vigorously.

Even the most common potatoes exude a different crispy fragrance.

This is not fried rice, this is clearly fairy fried rice!

The driver wheezed and eagerly shoveled the rice into his mouth, he didn't even want to chew it a few times before swallowing it indiscriminately.

Before I knew it, a large bowl of rice was eaten.

He couldn't help but looked up at the young man who was sitting at the door and was eating slowly with a small bowl.

It shouldn't be too much for me to eat another bowl.

The coachman got up frankly, and added rice to his bowl with unfamiliar movements, and several times spilled the rice back into the pot.

But even so, he still covered the bowl spoon by spoon, pressed hard and pressed again, and finally made it into the shape of a super-large ice cream. Then he returned to his seat with a bit of regret holding the bowl, and continued to bury his head and mouthful. Eat up.

Bai Yao, who hadn't eaten yet, looked at all this and was so anxious that she wanted to hit someone.

This coachman is too ignorant, he is not afraid of choking after eating so much in one meal.

"Hee hiccup~"

"Hee hiccup~"

"I burp~"

The coachman ate too fast, and began to hiccup uncontrollably halfway through the meal.

He secretly glanced at Chi Ming, then covered his mouth speechlessly, looking at the few bites of fried rice left, wondering whether to eat or not.

At this moment, he really wanted to dig a hole in the ground with his toe, so that he could hide in it immediately.

"There is apricot peel water on the table, swallow it the next time you hiccup, it will stop hiccups."

Chi Ming turned his head and pointed to the white porcelain pot on the table.

The coachman hurriedly poured himself a bowl, and drank a few gulps.

After drinking a bowl of sweet and sour apricot skin, I really stopped hiccupping.Only a light fruity aroma remains in the mouth.

I didn't expect this apricot skin water to be so delicious. As expected of a person who can cook, everything he cooks is delicious.

The coachman narrowed his eyes, and put his head down again, sucking the best few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

This was probably the fullest he had eaten in a month.

He suddenly stood up in embarrassment, like an old tree stump rising from the ground, half blushing and said: "Then I will take my leave first, and I will pick you up tomorrow."

Chi Ming waved his hand to show that he knew.

As soon as the coachman left, a crowd of people poured out of the deserted kitchen.

All took their bowls to grab the rice in the pot.

The little fox is the least familiar with the process, and when he fumbled slowly to find a bowl to put the rice in, there were only a few mouthfuls of rice left in the pot.

Angrily, he shoveled all the rice grains into his bowl, not a single one was left, and the iron pot was as clean as if it hadn't been opened.

This is still not relieved, and by the way, he hid half a pot of apricot skin water in his arms.

"Smelly fox, quickly hand over the apricot peel water." Tea Tree Jing had just found a small cup and was about to pour some apricot peel water to quench his thirst, when the things on the table disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Tea tree essence, who are you talking about? My whole body is fragrant. You think you are very fragrant because you think you can have a flower on your head?"

The little fox hates being called stinky by others, especially hearing what mortals say about body stink, it is an insult to the fox!

Can't you say it in another word?

Pig stinks, bear stinks?

"I am very fragrant. Your nose is blocked, can't you smell it?" The tea tree spirit snorted coldly. He is a high-end tea, which is sought after by everyone.

"Hehe, is it the fragrance of the tea in the tea? Don't you like to eat soil? It's everywhere on the back mountain." The little fox said with a strange tone, and he didn't forget to sneak a glance at Chi Ming who was sitting at the door after speaking.

"What's wrong with the tea gas in the tea? Do you want to have it yet?" The tea tree spirit rolled his eyes, there is no tea gas, is he still called the tea tree spirit?

The two of you talk to each other, and the fight is inexhaustible.

On the other hand, Bai Yao and Peach Tree Spirit hid far away, and quickly finished a big bowl full of rice.

As usual, Chi Ming went to the ancestral hall to burn incense and put some offerings.

This time, he bought the incense at Tongjun's mansion, and it cost a dime, and it is considered the best among the incense.

The two old men, who had been starved for half a month, jumped down impatiently as soon as they left. Not to mention, it was only a few days later, and they suddenly lost several kilograms.

They originally wanted to pack up their bags and go find that kid, but they didn't expect him to come back.

At first, I thought this kid ran away halfway, just like those unworthy descendants of the Chi family, and forgot them here, but I didn't expect, hey, he came back again.

The two ancestors who ate the offering again made another silent note in their hearts.

The two of them didn't stage a fight this time, but they ate very harmoniously.

Chi Ming originally wanted to sleep in as usual, and then get up to pack the package, but the sky didn't go his way, and the chaimen was photographed so loudly early in the morning.

It was the boy from old man Li's house who knocked on the door. The moment he saw Chi Ming, he shook with excitement just like Zhu Bajie saw ginseng fruit.

"Great, Mr. Chi, you are finally back." If you don't come back, their master will really starve to death...

"..."

I'm not familiar with you, what's the matter with the hot tears in my eyes.

Chi Ming pretended not to see it, feeling that their master wanted to have dinner again.

"Our master finally doesn't have to be hungry...I'll go back and tell our master right now."

The boy knocked on the door with the attitude of giving it a try. Anyway, this has become his daily compulsory course.

I didn't expect to be waiting for someone today.

Really good.

The boy ran home in one go, bumped into a few people, apologized and ran towards his master's yard with a smile on his face.

"My lord, my lord, good news, great news!"

Li Changqing, who was sickly lying on the couch reading a book, didn't even lift his eyelids. His children and grandchildren were still young and hadn't obtained any honors in the exams, let alone marrying a grandson's wife. What good news could there be?

Isn't this bullshit?

Didn't you see that he couldn't eat recently, and didn't have the strength to walk?

"Master, Mr. Chi is back!" The boy propped his hands on his thighs, gasping for breath, almost sticking out his tongue.

"What! Are you serious?" Li Changqing also dropped the book in his hand and sat up in excitement.

Good boy, he disappeared without saying a word, causing him to wait for so many days.

It's his fault, who made his mouth tricky.

It really confirms a sentence: Except Wushan is not a cloud.

After eating the food made by that kid, his picky eating problem became more and more serious.

Originally, he thought that he would leave for Beijing in a few days, after all, the Chinese New Year would be over in a month, and the family had already sent several family letters urging him to go back.

Looking at it this way, it is really good news.

Li Changqing stroked his beard, and couldn't read the book for a while, so he couldn't sit still, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, find the clothes for me, I'm going to have a look."

"You, remember to send all the good things hidden in the cellar to Xiaochi."

"All of it?" The boy opened his mouth wide, and the little abacus in his heart was crackling, a lot of money...

"Isn't this nonsense? It's a waste to store those things. If you can't hand over good ingredients to good cooks, that's a blasphemy against food!"

Li Changqing lifted his foot and walked out.

Now my legs are no longer sore, my waist is no longer hurting, and I feel refreshed, even walking with wind.

Chi Ming twitched his brows as he looked at the boy who was going back and forth, and Li Changqing standing behind him and the people carrying baskets of ingredients.

"Xiaochi, this is the rare delicacies that I have collected these days, you can figure it out." Li Changqing was not polite, and walked inside familiarly.

When he saw the packed things on the table, his face suddenly elongated, as if someone had suddenly stuffed an old garlic, the expression on his face was quite indescribable.

"Xiaochi, do you still have to go?" Li Changqing was a little short of breath, and when he thought about not being able to eat delicious food, he panicked, two words: uncomfortable.

"Well, I opened a restaurant in Tongjun Mansion, and I have to go back today." Chi Ming didn't intend to hide it.

"Open a restaurant..., it's good to open a restaurant!" Doesn't opening a restaurant mean you can eat delicious meals every day?

Li Changqing secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't disappear for fun, he would accept it.

He has already made up his mind that he will eat three meals a day, not five meals in restaurants.

It's okay, he still has private money, the guy in their family knows what's wrong with him, and he wishes he could eat more.

"Brother Xiaochi, why do you think of opening a restaurant in Tongjun's Mansion? Why don't you just open a restaurant in the capital? I have many shops under my name. Tell me which one you like, and I can rent it to you at half price."

It is impossible to be free for free, after all, it is his wife's private property.Li Changqing secretly planned in his heart, if it was opened in the capital, why worry about not being able to eat a mouthful of hot and delicious food every day.

But if it's in Tongjun's mansion, it's really beyond the reach, and it's too late to quench my thirst.

"I have no plans to go to the capital yet."

Thinking of those people in the capital, Chi Ming went back with disgust from the bottom of his heart.

If possible, he would like to never see those who passed by forever.

The author has something to say:

The coachman spat out the dog's tail grass: I want to eat every day without giving money.