Molly making the sauce tile fish.

Remove the large bones of the middle meat slice of the fish, slice it horizontally obliquely into a tile-shaped piece, knock in the egg, add Shao wine and mix well, and then add dry starch and mix into a thick paste sticking to the fish fillet.

Put the wok on the fire, cook the clear oil, and when it is hot, put the fish fillets sticking to the egg powder paste into the hot oil one by one, and remove them when they are fried until they are dark yellow.

The smell of fish overflowed, and the person three steps away couldn't help but start inhaling deeply.

When the oil temperature rises, return the fish fillets to the pan and fry them until golden brown and crispy, then pour out and drain the oil; Leave one or two oil in the pot, fry the green onion and ginger until fragrant, and the smell of burnt scallion oil is scattered and tumbling for a while, and it is pressed by the spicy ginger, and the fishy smell of the fish is washed away.

After stir-frying the red oil in the miso again, add half a bowl of water, salt, sugar, and rice vinegar to a boil, and immediately push the water away.

The sweet and sour flavor mixed with the aroma of miso rises in the small cabin.

Qu Jincun, who had already taken a deep breath just now, was reluctant to even exhale this time.

This fragrance scratches the heart and liver.

Molly focused on the food in her hand, not noticing his expression.

In the pot, the crab eye bubbles gradually increased, and the soup gradually thickened, and then she added half a tael of hot oil to push it evenly, and quickly returned the fish fillets to the pot and wrapped in marinade.

When it was put on a plate, Qu Jincun on the side was already swallowing his saliva gently.

The sweet and sour smell made his index fingers flutter.

At this time, Molly had already set the rice, and in the small crockpot next to her was simmering white rice, she poured the crocky fish onto the rice, and the rich and ruddy soup could not penetrate between the rice grains for a while, and it was spread out on the white rice, and there were small bubbles like small pearls between the thick and undissolvable soup.

Just looking at it makes people move their fingers.

"This rice smells so good......," Molly muttered, and then handed the chopsticks to Qu Jincun, "Childe, eat it." ”

They have now sold the bullock cart and taken a boat instead, and the boatman has provided a stove and an unexpected small bag of brown rice.

Although the rice grains taste rough, they complement each other with smooth and nourishing tile fish.

"Let's eat together." Qu Jincun insisted.

Molly smiled slightly and whispered, "Then, let's go~"

The fish is fried and soft, but the skin has some tendons, and some places are not soaked in the soup, and there is a crispy burnt aroma, which can be eaten together with the silky soup, which can immediately make countless saliva come out.

Although the brown rice is not very chewy, the fish pieces just need to be savored, so the food between the lips and teeth is well matched, and the food is refreshing and not greasy.

For a while, there was only the slightest sound of food chewing in the cabin, and the two of them quietly tasted the special food of Jizhong, and were soothed by the delicious power of the body and mind after a tiring day.

Since early in the morning, Qu Jincun has been busy renting boats, selling ox carts, writing letters to his uncle to contact him about entering Beijing, and purchasing daily necessities.

Molly, on the other hand, cleaned up the cabin while he was shopping.

Because the river is no longer frozen, it is obviously much faster to take the water route than the land route, so as soon as Qu Jincun has such a plan, Molly is ready to take a boat.

There is only one person in the boatman's family, a silent old man, he brings his own food, and is vigilant not to touch anything from Qu Jincun's employer.

When Molly offered to buy the brown rice he brought, he was confused and thought that this man and woman were not common people.

Fortunately, this is not a big deal, Molly is just too lazy to go to the market to buy, and buy that bag of rice with the jar of simmering rice, so that you can eat the rice that you miss day and night.

And Qu Jincun obviously likes rice food more than pasta.

He had eaten all the fish and rice, and then leaned against the cabin and began to snooze lightly.

After Molly packed her things, she sat at the stern of the boat and watched the scenery.

No matter how many raids she conducted, she couldn't get enough of the scenery in the Inception that was the target of the raids.

The closer you get to the capital, the greener the willows along the river become—in this world of consciousness, Qu Jincun thinks that Kyoto is a warm place, and spring will come earlier than other places?

The air currents flowing in the cabin took away the smell of the meal they had just eaten, and the occasional boat passed by their small boat, and the people on it couldn't help but stir their noses in search of the faint sweet and sour taste.

Seeing the reaction of passers-by, Molly was very happy.

She happily opened the system panel and found that her level had reached level 3, and there were five more dishes to learn.

The strategy of the second layer is unexpectedly smoother than that of the first layer...... Molly wasn't sure if Qu Jincun's strategy target had deliberately let the system release water to her.

――Probably not, it stands to reason that before each layer of the strategy comes to an end, Qu Jincun has no memory of the real world and the previous layer of the strategy.

In order to facilitate the journey, Molly has been dressed as a man, she looks like a delicate little teenager, always with a refreshing smile, no matter who sees her, she will feel bright, and her mood will be relaxed for no reason.

"Little brother, what did you eat on the boat just now?" At this time, a boat about the size of them rubbed over diagonally, and the man wearing a boat asked Molly with a smile, "It smells so good, I can still smell it after half a day!" ”

Molly smiled slightly, and said casually: "It's home-cooked fish." Rice is also a commonly eaten brown rice. ”

"And wood?" The man shouted, "Let my brother eat a piece too?" ”

Before the words fell, the next second, I saw a phantus flash, and then a strong wind howled, and with a plop, the man suddenly fell into the water.

Molly turned around in surprise, only to see the gloomy Qu Jincun standing upright behind her, and the peachwood sword in his hand had just been retracted.

The man didn't float out of the water.

Looking at Qu Jincun again, Molly found that the gentleness he had maintained along the way was now gone.

He's angry.

The anxiety between the eyebrows can't be hidden.

I only heard Qu Jincun snort coldly as he looked at the river, and then flicked his sleeves back to the cabin.

The boat went on for a long time, and Molly saw that the man who had been washed down by the current, the wolf bèi, swam back, and he climbed into his boat in a gloomy way, and did not dare to talk again, so he turned back to the boat and left.

Molly lowered her eyes, feeling that Qu Jincun was a little more real - his sudden nervousness was because the sound of someone else disturbed his rest?

That's why he suddenly hit people into the water in a fit of rage?

Or is it because he hates people asking him about his daily life, food and clothing?

This...... It's all open to exploration.

In short, Qu Jincun's condition was peeled back a little, and the insides he exposed were peeped at by Molly again.

Her hand rested on her chin, lost in thought in the cool river breeze.