The fire on the ground was only emitting some white smoke, and the flames were gone.
It was noon at sunset, and the sun had already risen above everyone's heads.
When Mr. Wei woke up, he found that the scholar and the autumnal equinox were standing next to a carriage, one was constantly saying something, and the other was nodding in agreement.
A big head and a bowl-sized hooves were standing in front of the carriage, shaking the tail behind him boredly, sniffing from time to time.
"Ni wake up! Then let's beat it up."
Just after rubbing his eyes and was about to turn over to wash, Mr. Wei's ears were like thunder on the ground, a rough and strong accent sounded.
"Aren't you?" Turning back, covering his buzzing ears with one hand, Mr. Wei asked in surprise at the old man in front of him who was of medium height, wearing a fur suit, with a cigarette puff and a horse whip on his waist.
The old man smiled and nodded, holding a black cloth bag and a small cauldron in his hand, squatted down, found a piece of flat ground and placed the things in his hand, and then took out a knife from somewhere.
Come on, and answered while opening the black cloth bag.
"I've been doing the handlebar style for many years. I'll come with your guy in the morning. I'm called Wang Huofly. I'll call him Lao Wang."
Nodding, admitting to saying hello, Mr. Wei turned over, walked to Han Qiufen, took the bamboo and salt that had ponytails tied in his hand, and walked to wash.
Han Qiuequin climbed into the carriage and carefully packed his bags and tied the ropes tightly.
The scholar who had nothing to do, looked at the busy autumn equinox, touched his nose, and walked towards the busy new groom, Wang Huofen.
The black cloth bag has oily inside, and the crystal clear Changshu rice is filled with a small piece of cake.
The scholar held his hands on his knees and looked closer at Wang Huofen's movements. He saw him stabbing into Mili with a knife and thrusting it around a few times. What was revealed was a piece of color like amber, crystal clear in the sunlight.
Clearly layered meat
piece.
"It's good to drip black pork, the skin must be tight, seven points fat and three points thin, and it must be five layers." Wang Huo Chou looked at the scholar's head stretching closer, and couldn't help but sniff out a mouthful of smoke stains.
Huangya stretched out five fingers and shook them.
"Don't wash it with water, apply fine salt to air, but! It's not possible to have too much salt." After doing a salt sprinkling action, Wang Huofly cut the whole piece of pipa meat with a knife.
A small piece as big as a palm came down, picked it up with the tip of a knife, and placed it on the cover of the small crucible.
"You have to press it with a bluestone slab, put a large stone on it, and put it on for a few months. Please help me get some water." Wang Huofen looked at the meat in his hand seriously, and the knife quickly and evenly took it.
Cut the pieces of bacon into three leaves to stack the thickness of the leaves.
The water that went out to fetch after the autumnal equinox last night was taken by the scholar. Wang Huofen poured the rice into the crucible, added water, and stuffed some weeds into the fire that still had residual heat and filled it.
Some small pieces of firewood.
Ordinary people need to cook rice, but since they are in this wilderness, no one will be so particular.
After the slight flame came out, the crucible was put on... Rice paste-colored foam kept rolling on the edge of the pot.
The rice that was used to cool the bacon was already stained with the aroma of the oil. As the flames licked the crucible, the aroma of the rice mixed with the bacon grease was accompanied by the steam gushing out from the water.
, scattered around.
After washing, Mr. Wei handed the thing to the autumnal equinox and smelled the unique fragrance of the smoke from the people in the air.
The Chongming Bird just ate the horse, but did not damage the property that several people brought out from Guobei County. The carriage was also damaged by the wind emitted by the big bird when it left, and most of the bowls and chopsticks were still well preserved.
He took four bowls, four pairs of chopsticks, followed Mr. Wei, and surrounded the source of the fragrance with the scholar, a small crucible.
There were still a small amount of water rolling, but the originally crystal clear rice grains were basically full of moisture at this time and became white and tender and stacked together.
Mr. Wen Wei took a pair of chopsticks, and Wang Huo Chou carefully covered the pot with the slices of just cut bacon, and arranged them on the pot of white rice in an orderly manner, and then covered the pot with a lid.
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Beg...
The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and formed spots on the ground where the leaves fell. Several people lay down under the trees for a nap, surrounded by a few birds and insects.
On a hot summer afternoon, this slight lingering and lazy person is really sleepy.
"Okay!"
Wang Huofen, who was smoking the cigarette pipe in his hand, suddenly knocked the gun in his hand, then turned over, walked quickly towards the small cauldron, and even greeted the people next to him.
Lid lift the pot...
No one could see what was in the pot, and a stream of water vapor that rushed up erupted in an instant.
The smell of rice, bacon, and fireworks instantly made everyone enjoy the expression of enjoyment.
I returned to the carriage and took a spoon. The rice shop that seemed to be melting with the grease into the bowls of four Qingxi porcelain flowers.
I grabbed a piece of bacon, and the slices hung on the chopsticks, constantly shaking.
Press a piece of bacon and spread it flat on the rice. The chopsticks pressed hard toward both sides of the meat slices. The meat wrapped the rice, and the rice was placed against the meat and put it into the mouth.
The environment can determine the mood of diners. There are woods around them and no human connections. Although the picnic of a few people is simple, it makes the four of them feel happy and their appetites are wide open.
Chi!
At some point in the canopy of the woods, a fat pigeon squatting appeared.
It was said that it was squatting because my belly was too fat and covered my legs.
Drops of saliva flowed out of the red bird's beak.