The god of the stove is greedy for red dust and is difficult to leave the place where people live. Just because his appearance is not old, and his wife and daughter are always young, I am afraid that others will cause unnecessary trouble after seeing the clues, and they will be relocated from time to time.

On this day, there was a big family in the town to hold a happy event, and invited all the villagers and neighbors to the banquet, and the family of the god of the stove was also among them.

When she was about to go out, she didn't see her husband for a long time, and Zhang's wife couldn't help but feel anxious. I searched for people all the way to find the study, but I saw that Lord Stove God was still rummaging through the cabinets, and couldn't help complaining: "Husband, why are you still grinding here? ”

Lord Stove God asked without raising his head, "You and your daughters have all packed up?"

"I've already packed up and waited for you!" Zhang's wife said angrily, seeing that he ignored his urging, she couldn't help but step forward and ask, "What is the great thing, you have to look for it here?"

"The usual booklet is gone. ”

Zhang's wife knew about it, so she buried her head in search with her.

After looking for a long time, I couldn't help but ask: "But when I was 'doing homework' with my uncle, I inadvertently fell elsewhere?"

Doing homework is his Zhangjia secret language, which means cultivation. Uncle, it refers to the same skin as the god of the stove. Because Kui introduced him to his daughters as his brother of the Zhang clan, Zhang's wife called him according to the order of his uncle.

"Hmm. Kui snorted absentmindedly.

Seeing this reaction, Zhang's wife stomped her foot helplessly, turned around and walked out of the study to find Xiangliu.

When I arrived in the West Chamber, I saw Xiang Liu holding his cheeks in a daze under the window of his room.

Zhang's wife was already a little embarrassed by this unknown uncle, but she was glad to see this, but she saved the embarrassment of knocking on the door.

He bowed to Xiangliu and asked him, "Uncle has ever seen a booklet that my husband uses every day?" It is slightly longer than a palm, and the green bamboo strips are pierced with cow tendons, and the outside is tied with a red rope. ”

Sang-ryu came back to his senses and looked at her blankly.

Zhang's wife said secretly, saying that she was like an ordinary person than before, why did she still look like this?

Xiang Liu heard it clearly this time and shook his head.

"Found it, found it!"

This car is playing the piano to the cow, but he hears a joy from the room.

Zhang's wife stopped asking when she heard this, and told Xiangliu: "It's really rude to leave my uncle at home alone." However, the food was ready, and it was warmed on the stove by the embers. Refreshments are also available. Uncle can do everything at his own convenience, and we'll try to rush back as soon as possible. ”

After hurriedly speaking, he gave another salute, and turned around.

Xiang Liu looked at the back in a daze and turned the corner, and then there was a hurried movement in his ears.

"Qingji, have you brought the gift money?"

"Brought it. ”

"The carriage and horses are tied?"

"Tie it up, just wait for everyone to go!"

Trivial conversations, interspersed with the sound of tap-and-tap walking.

"Oh, I forgot to change my shoes!"

"Then don't go and change it!"

There was another kick and tap step, and then he went out of the gate.

"You go first, hurry up!"

"Little Five, sit inside!"

“……”

The house is locked, the carriage and horse start, and the noise fades away.

Xiangliu pricked up his ears and listened, making sure that the god of the stove had gone away with his wife and daughter, and stood up from under the window.

The fake was originally for the sake of the substitute in the coming day, although Kui did not deliberately ground Xiangliu, but he also did not want to be publicized in front of others, so as not to cause branches. Therefore, this family went to the banquet and did not take him with him.

Xiang Liu didn't care, a person has a person's comfort.

got up and walked out of the West Chamber, turned to the kitchen, and went to see what food Zhang's wife had prepared for him.

When I entered the kitchen, I looked around with curiosity, and then approached the stove and lifted the lid.

I saw that on the left was a half-pot of chicken soup, with a shallow bowl on top of it, simmering rice with diced fruits and vegetables and cured meat. On the right side of the stack of cage drawers, each layer is warm with a dish, meat and vegetables matching, and the color is harmonious.

Xiang Liu sniffed his nose and looked at both sides, and directly took a few vegetables into his mouth, smacking and touching, the saltiness was moderate, and the heat was just right. Then he picked up the spatula and picked out a pinch of rice to eat.

Ordinary rice, soaked with preserved fat and chicken broth, is far smoother than steaming in plain water, and has fruits and vegetables to neutralize the smoke and oiliness, adding to the freshness. In addition, it is cooked properly, the entrance is soft but not rotten, and the teeth are slightly elastic, which is both salty and fragrant.

Zhang's wife was originally a housewife, and after years of tempering and tossing and turning, her cooking skills can really be compared with others. This bowl of rice alone has already tempted people to give up.

It was not the first time that Rao had tasted her craftsmanship, and Xiang Liu had eaten several bites in a row. However, after all, I haven't eaten yet, and I'm not hungry, so I let go of it after a little bit of addiction. Then continue as his curious baby and visit the kitchen.

Raising his eyebrows, he found something.

Two clay pots the size of a strong man's fist, with ears on the outside, and a flying bridge on them, are connected together without leaving Meng Meng. The glaze of the jar is like honey, one white and one yellow, and it is divided into two different solids and liquids.

It's a conjoined oil and salt jar.

Xiangliu didn't know how to cook, and when he saw that the jar looked interesting, he lingered. Then he stretched out his finger and poked the salt powder, and then dipped it in vegetable oil and tasted it, and felt that it really didn't taste like the food, so he didn't continue to be stupid.

After playing with the oil and salt jars, I thought about other containers, cooking utensils, and all kinds of raw and cooked ingredients and condiments, and then studied the stove and chimney.

After consciously figuring out what was going on in the mess, he left the kitchen.

After turning around the courtyard, he stopped, his eyes flashed, and he ran to the study again.

Although the study is an important place for the male host, Zhang Ziguo is not a courtier, and he has the intention to avoid the identity of the gods, so he should only be arranged to be a floating table, imitating the scholarly door, displaying some books and antique calligraphy and paintings that do not attract thieves.

Pushing the door in, there are not many secrets to be glimpsed at a glance.

Xiang Liu stood in front of the bookshelf and flipped through it boredly, pouting his lips.

However, it is full of the four books and five classics of mortals, plus the self-proclaimed elegant "ghost painting talisman", and there is no cultivation method, so there is really nothing to look at.

Then he lifted his foot and turned to the front of the Bogu frame.

Bottles and cans are much cuter than those "cloth heads", "bamboo skewers" and pieces of paper.

Xiang Liu thought, there was no pill hidden in the pile of pots and pans in the kitchen just now, and I don't know if there will be any of these bottles and jars. So, with a tuck of the cuffs, regardless of height or size, they touched them one by one.

This exploration really made him discover what was inside.

There was a fat-bellied vase with two jars the size of bowls. The shape of the vessel is not as beautiful as the lines of these vases displayed outside, and there are no flowers, birds, fish and insects painted decoration, and the appearance of a bare brown clay pot is like the oil and salt jar of Fangcai.

Xiangliu looked at the unpretentious jar, and saw that there was nothing inside, which was a little incomprehensible. I can't figure out what this is for.

But I felt that this thing was mixed in a pile of fine porcelain, and it was hidden in the dark, which was really a little abrupt, so I paid attention.

I will definitely look back to see what secrets this thing will be exposed when it comes to Zhang Ziguo's hands.

The decision was made to quietly put the jar back in its place, carefully erasing the traces of movement.