ugly moth

Fei Moth finally picked a skinny pigeon in the cage, because the soup does not need a pigeon that is too meaty.

Pigeon meat is not resistant to stewing. If there is a lot of meat, the meat will be scattered in the soup, which will easily affect the taste; for soup, the emphasis is on the soup, and the meat can be braised again.

Hot water was prepared in the big kitchen, Fei Moth did not take part in plucking and slaughtering the pigeons, but went to prepare the ingredients for the stew.

Fei Mo had already asked the kitchen staff that if Qian Weisheng didn't eat soybeans, then he couldn't use soybeans to make soup; after thinking about it, he decided to change it to astragalus, red dates, polygonatum odoratum, lily, wolfberry, ginseng, and yam slices.

They are all ingredients for nourishing qi and blood, and they taste good when they are stewed together; moreover, Astragalus ginseng has a strong taste, so even if you put ginger in it, you can't smell it.

He also said that the weather was fine today, but it snowed again not long after. Fei Mo was cooking soup in the big kitchen, and An Si came back from helping with the washed dry goods and said it was snowing.

"It's snowing again?" Fei Mo was warming up on the stove, and shuddered when she heard the snow, "Hey, it's really cold, it will rain again in March, and it will be May soon, and it's still cold , It’s so hot in summer.”

Dark Four didn't respond, after all, to them, it doesn't matter whether the weather is cold or not.

Fei Mo was just worried about Qian Misheng's legs. After thinking about it, he asked Ansi: "Ansi, you have been with the sect master for so long, do you know what is the condition of the sect master's legs?"

"What?" Ansi froze for a moment.

"How is the sect master's leg injured? The Qianji Gate is so big, so it's not impossible to heal the sect master, right?" Fei Mo asked doubtfully.

An Si shook his head: "We haven't seen the injury on the sect master's leg, and some people asked whether to invite Divine Doctor Xue to show the sect master, but the sect master refused."

Fei Mo was a little puzzled: "Isn't it good to be able to stand up? Why did you refuse?"

"How can we know? We are not roundworms in the stomach of the sect master." An Si said flatly, seemingly not caring what the master is like.

Fei Mo turned over her warming hands and roasted the back of her hands, still full of doubts in her heart.

This is so strange, why didn't Qian Weisheng go to see God Xue to heal his leg after closing such a big Qianji door?Or... have already looked for it, but it can't be cured?

If you don't understand Fei Mo, don't think about it, anyway, he will always know when he should know.

He wanted to ask, mainly because he wanted to know what happened to Qian Misheng's leg. If it was serious, he would help to recuperate it on weekdays, at least to make Qian Misheng's cloudy and rainy days less uncomfortable. Way to stand up?

Fei Mo always felt that Qian Weisheng should be tall and tall, and Qian Weisheng, who was not good at behavior, was too aggrieved.

"Steward! Steward!" An Si suddenly and anxiously called out the dazed Fei Mo.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Fei Mo asked hurriedly, agitated.

An Si took the cloth towel on the side and opened the soup pot: "The water is boiling."

Fei Mo patted her face and quickly took over: "Oh, it almost burned out."

Fortunately, there were only ginger and water in the pot, and nothing else was put in. Otherwise, the cooking would inevitably overflow a lot, and it would be too wasteful.

Put the marinated pigeon meat into the pot first, and wait for two quarters of an hour to stew. After the pigeon meat is fully cooked, add dry goods such as red dates and astragalus.

This time Fei Mo didn't dare to be distracted, she drank the meat soup and did not change the simmer, so she had to keep an eye on it, and skim off the blood after the water boiled, otherwise it would overflow.

After squatting in front of the stove for an hour, the pigeon soup was finally stewed, and the whole kitchen was filled with the smell of pigeon soup, and the lid was still open.

Fei Moth didn't open the lid in the kitchen, but put the entire casserole into the food box. It was cold, so it could keep warm.

Because of the snow, it got dark early, and when Fei Mo came out of the big kitchen, it was almost lighting up the lamps.

"If the door master doesn't like lights, what will happen to the daily life in the house?" Fei Mo couldn't help asking Ansi as she was stumbling on the road without lights.

An Si followed behind Fei Moth, stretching out his hand to surround Fei Moth in the air, so as not to trip Fei Moth and he couldn't catch it: "The door master will return to the yard at dusk, and the lights are usually on the side of the big kitchen, so it won't affect Gatekeeper."

"There are many yards around the gatekeeper's yard, right? No lights are allowed?" Fei Mo asked again.

"Those are brothers' houses, and we are not used to lighting the lights." An Si said lightly.

Well, no wonder they are masters and servants, they have the same habits.

Fei Mo really didn't know what to say, and continued to move forward with a wry smile. The sky was getting darker and darker, and he didn't dare to distract himself from talking.

"Is it true that you can't light a lamp?" The back was really invisible, Fei Mo turned sideways and stopped, "An Si, why don't you go find an oil lamp? I really can't see clearly."

Fei Moth is not like Qian Weisheng who can see at night, he is just a child from an ordinary family, no matter where he goes at night, he needs a lantern.

An Si was a little hesitant: "Qianzhai is not safe, I'm afraid the housekeeper will be attacked as soon as I leave."

"Isn't it? You go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you here." Fei Mo persuaded, he really couldn't see clearly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, a light spot appeared in front of his eyes, coming from afar.