In fact, it is very unwise to travel in such heavy snow.

However, it is not a few months before the Spring Festival, Qu Jincun not only needs to rush to meet his uncle during this time, but also has to arrange a place to live and find a famous teacher to analyze the topics of previous years...... There are a lot of chores, and there is not much time left for the road.

The ox cart creaked along the road, and the snow was a foot thick near Molly's hometown, but strangely enough, as soon as she left her village, the snow quickly thinned and disappeared after entering another village.

And the people of that village did not know that it was not far from them, and it was snowing as much as it could break the beams of the house.

- Molly analyzes that in Qu Jincun's second-level Inception, he has begun to ignore the details of the environment and some unimportant sense of logic.

――This doesn't mean that the second layer of the strategy is easier, and it is not good...... Contrary.

――In this layer of the strategy, maybe Qu Jincun is more difficult to let go of his defense than in the first layer.

Along that canal, there are winding official roads, and you only need to follow the official roads to go all the way to the capital unimpeded.

Along the way, Qu Jincun successively added carports, stoves, cushions, and futons to the ox cart under Molly's construction...... and other miscellaneous things.

He even filled a small iron pot.

Because sometimes they miss the lodging and have to sleep in the wilderness.

In the evening, the water in the canal was gentle, and along the banks of the river there were small boats selling fresh fish.

After Molly had settled the ox cart and fodder for the cows, she carried a small basket to buy vegetables.

In fact, it is common sense that there is no fresh food to eat in this season, let alone fish that can only be found in the plumbing time - but who calls this a world of strategies, the owner of this space wants to eat fish, so naturally there will be small boats selling fresh fish.

Qu Jincun didn't tell Molly how much he had brought, and Molly didn't ask him much.

She went out with a hundred dollars, just enough to buy five or six trash fish, some dried shrimp, and a few pickles.

By the time the boatman had packed up the fish and walked back with them in her hands, it was already completely dark.

The sky was dominated by brilliant dense blue and magnificent rose red, and white clouds like galloping horses slowly faded westward with the air currents above the clouds...... It's beautiful.

Qu Jincun's second level of consciousness space is very beautiful.

When she arrived at the side of the ox cart, Qu Jincun was looking at the sky in a daze.

After a while, he realized that there was another person beside him, and he straightened up a little helplessly, and asked, "Bought it back?" ”

Molly snorted, then set up the pot and prepared to cook the fish on the small stove that had been brought down from the ox cart.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" She asked with a light smile, the flames faintly reflected her face, "If you want to eat, you can't do it, let's only eat braised fish offal today." ”

The only dry food that came with the car was clean cooking cakes, which were frozen hard like stones by the air conditioning.

Molly prepares to cook the offal and then fill it with soup and stew the pancakes into it.

The fish maw, intestines, and liver have been cleaned, and the garlic, green onions, and ginger that have been dug up from home have been sliced and grabbed in a bowl, dried chili peppers, and the miso bought on the road have been scooped up for later use.

The fish bladder is washed and cut into sections, the fish intestines are washed with salt and flour and cut into sections, and the fish liver is washed and sliced. Slice the garlic, cut the green onion into chopped green onions, heat the pot with oil, add ginger, garlic, chopped green onions, dried chili peppers and stir-fry quickly, and then add all the fish offal to increase the sauce and stir-fry to change color......

The fragrance is already strong.

Molly also bought a small jar of wine, and after the fish offal soup in the pot was bubbling, she added some wine and began to cover and simmer.

Then she counted silently in her heart, until about three hundred, and then quickly fished out most of the offal and put it in a large bowl, and then poured the remaining offal from the small iron pot into the water, and then put it into the cooking cake torn into small pieces after the water boiled.

When the soup boiled again, the fish offal that had been specially served just now was poured on it.

The boiling fish offal soup and the soft cookcakes were scooped into a large red pottery bowl, and Molly threw a few slices of spicy pickles on top of it before handing them to Qu Jincun.

"Childe, please use it."

Qu Jincun lowered his eyes, took it silently, took a sip of soup carefully, and then said thank you in a low voice.

He took a small sip and ate it.

Molly smiled, scooped up her own share of soup and sipped it slowly.

Because the heat is just right, the fish offal is very tender, and the swim bladder will get old if it is cooked for a long time, but now it tastes soft and tender, and it is particularly refreshing.

The delicious texture of the fish liver and fish intestines neutralizes the dryness and tastelessness of the cookcakes, and the spicy soup and a mouthful of substantial food will feel warm from the mouth all the way to the tail when sliding into the throat.

While eating, Qu Jincun suddenly wanted to cry.

"Is this how the poor eat food?" He asked softly, picking up a fish intestine, "Can anything be used for cooking?" Trying to get the most out of it? ”

Molly glanced keenly at his expression and saw that it was not an aggrieved expression, but a ...... Grateful.

"Yes." She replied, "The ancestors have said that the great desire of men and women to eat and drink, in the poor family, every drop of food dare not be wasted. ”

Qu Jincun slowly raised his eyes, and under the fumigation of the heat, there was a trace of imperceptible wetness at the end of his eyes: "That is to say...... Even if it's chop, it's useful? ”

Molly nodded firmly, then took a deep breath intentionally, and said boastfully: "Actually, this soup tastes delicious, not only the taste of the fish and fish offal itself, but also the rich garlic, the luscious sauce, the fiery chili, and the intoxicating sweet wine - only each inconspicuous 'side dish' is neutralized in the right amount to make people want to stop." ”

Looking at her face, which was more heroic than a man and unpretentious, Qu Jincun's mood for no reason was better, he raised a smile and said gently: "That's right, it's very delicious." It's delicious. ”

Molly's eyebrows curled into laughter.

At noon the next day, I made braised trash fish, which was actually the body of last night's fish.

Slice the ginger, cut 1 chili pepper into rings, crush the garlic, and wash the green onion. Fill the pot with rapeseed oil, and when the oil is boiled until there is no foam, pour in the drained trash fish and ginger slices and chili peppers in the pot. Brown the fish on both sides over medium heat. Pour in some wine. Then pour in the soup and boil, about three or four hundred times silently. Remove from the pan.

Add a pinch of soy sauce oozing from the miso pasto. Add 1 tablespoon of sugar. Add a spoonful of salt. Add the garlic cloves and stir-fry gently. Sprinkle with sweet minced garlic.

When you board, the aroma was overflowing, and you could smell it from ten feet away near the carriage.

Just smelling it makes people greedy.

"It would be nice if there was white rice to eat with it......" Molly muttered a little wistfully as she got up the pot.

Qu Jincun heard it, stared at her silently, and then looked away.