Chu Heng was busy in the kitchen enthusiastically.
He moved the briquette stove out again, and now it was placed at the door of the kitchen. The charcoal fire in the furnace flickered on and off, baking the red casserole sitting on it.
As time passed, the air gradually became filled with a faint scent of oil.
Inside is soybean stewed pig's trotters, which is bright red in color, rich in flavor, fat but not greasy.
On the large stove, crucian carp and tofu soup is stewed. The milky white soup is fresh and fragrant. When it comes out of the pot, it is garnished with a few bright red wolfberries. Just looking at it makes you appetizing.
"Well, that's almost it!"
Chu Heng looked at the fish soup in the pot and saw that it was thick enough, so he took an enamel basin and poured the soup and ingredients into the basin...
Then, he poured some water into the pot, added fire and continued to boil, then put the pot fork on, sat the enamel basin on it, and covered the pot to keep it warm.
After finishing it, Chu Heng wiped himself and came to the coal stove. He looked at the pig's trotters stewed in the casserole and saw that the soup was almost gone, so he removed some charcoal, leaving only three or two pieces, so that it could be cooked
Maintain a certain temperature in the stove to prevent the casserole from getting cold and from drying out the stewed pig's trotters in the casserole.
"good!"
Chu Heng nodded with satisfaction, put the lid on the casserole, wiped himself and returned to the main room.
Walking to the huge Arhat bed, he lovingly stretched out his hand to touch the glyphs on it, then kicked off his thousand-layer-soled shoes and lay down lazily on it.
He had a soft cushion stuffed with cotton on his head, and a unicorn-patterned jade pendant was gently coiled in his hand. His eyes were half-open and half-squinted, and soon there was a sound of snoring in the room.
As a hard-working pioneer, he is really tired and tired...
He slept like this until about seven o'clock, when a gentle knock on the door woke him up from his erotic dream.
"Dong dong dong!"
Chu Heng sat up in excitement, his sharp eyes shining with silver light in the dimness.
"Tsk, it's really not the right time to come here. I just took off my clothes..."
He smacked his lips unwillingly and hurriedly put on his shoes and went to the ground to open the door.
The visitors were Shen Tian and his wife. They hadn't seen each other for many days. Zhang Min had become thinner again, with sunken eye sockets and more prominent cheekbones, making him look a bit skinny.
"Come in quickly."
Chu Heng welcomed the two in enthusiastically.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Hengzi." Zhang Min looked at him gratefully, his voice choked up, and his eye circles began to turn red.
"Is it done for you two?" Chu Heng shook his head helplessly, closed the courtyard door, and led the two of them into the main room to sit down.
Then, he ran to the kitchen and put the two still-warm breast-feeding tools on the Eight Immortals table in the main room.
Looking at the bright crucian carp soup and the fragrant pig's trotters in front of me.
Zhang Min swallowed in frustration.
After eating branyan vegetables for so long, how could she remain calm after seeing delicious food?
Not to mention her, even Shen Tian couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and his Adam's apple slid up and down several times.
All this was seen by Chu Heng, but he did not laugh at the couple. Instead, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He sighed softly, wiped himself and ran to the kitchen again, taking out a pot of cabbage and meat dumplings from the warehouse that he had put in at an unknown time.
This is his dinner with Shen Tian.
"when!"
Chu Heng put a large plate of steaming dumplings on the table and sat down carelessly. He smiled and said to Zhang Min: "Sister-in-law, eat it quickly. The pig's trotters and crucian carp soup are yours. Shen Tian and I Eat dumplings.”
Shen Tian, who was drooling while looking at the dumplings, hurriedly waved his hands to refuse when he heard this: "No, no, I've eaten it at home."
He was already troublesome to his brother, so why did he have the nerve to eat it too?
Although his greedy teeth are about to fall out...
"After you've eaten, come and have a drink with me." Chu Heng glanced at him, but without breaking it, he took a bottle of Erguotou, opened it, and poured him a glass directly.
"You..." Seeing this, Shen Tian also understood his intentions, sighed with a wry smile, picked up the wine glass and touched it with him, and said with a serious face: "I won't say more, Hengzi, you Remember, if I, Shen Tian, turn over in the future, I will be so devastated that I will have to repay you for this kindness."
"You are so boring like this. I helped you because of our brotherly feelings, but I never thought of asking you to repay anything." Chu Heng raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and said with an unhappy face: "From now on. We, brothers, will never do it again if we talk nonsense like this."
"If you don't want to hear it, just don't tell it." Shen Tian also drank a full glass of wine, then wiped his lips and said with a smile: "To be honest, being able to make you a friend is the most correct thing I have done in my life. .”
"Drink, drink, and stop talking about these useless things."
Chu Heng filled him up with wine again, then pushed the glass to change.
More than twenty minutes later, Zhang Min had finished half the pot of pig's trotters and drank a full pot of crucian carp soup, even eating all the meat on the fish bones on the bottom of the pot.
And her belly, which had been dry for many days, became bloated again.
Zhang Min touched her stomach with emotion on her face and turned to look at Chu Heng who was drinking with her man. Her gratitude was beyond words.
Without this person, her newborn child might have died.
This is a real blessing of survival!
I really don't know how to repay him.
She thought hard.
More than half an hour passed, and Shen Tian finally became a little drunk after drinking a pound of wine.
He, who had always been cautious during these days, finally couldn't suppress the anguish in his heart and vented his words to Chu Heng.
The content is very complex, so I won’t go into details here...
Half a moment.
After drinking and talking, Shen Tiancai left Courtyard No. 22 with his wife.
After seeing off the two couples, Chu Heng mysteriously closed the courtyard door and ran into the west room.
Not long after, a vague "crunching" sound came from the house.
He is grinding medicine.
Chu Heng once got a book in the old man's hands, called Xuan Yangzi's Flower Picking Records, which recorded four traditional Chinese medicines, namely Tiger Pencil Wine, Huanxi Powder, Da Meng Xiang, and Bai Yu Lu.
Over the past few days, he has been developing the Dream Incense, trying to see if this drug, which was only seen in martial arts, was so magical.
But this thing is really difficult to do.
There are more than fifty kinds of medicinal materials, and each flavor needs to be carefully prepared without any deviation. Considering the level of his two swords, it is really difficult for others.
In the past few months, he has made three big dream incense, but in the end they all ended in failure.
This time, it is the fourth time he has made it, if it fails.
He was about to give up on this crappy thing, turn around to study, and happily dispersed.
Anyway, it’s just to pass the time, so what are you doing?
"Crunch, crunch..."
Chu Heng leaned back lazily on the chair, holding Xuan Yangzi's Flower Picking Book in his hand and savoring it carefully, stepping on the medicine grinder with his feet.
Soon, it was past nine o'clock.
He quickly threw the half-crushed medicinal materials into the warehouse, changed into dark clothes, took the Fengyoujing he bought specially, and hurried out of the house.
