After eating honey rabbit meat, Molly's crockpot buried near the fire was already hot.

Although the soup inside could not be boiled due to the material of the crockpot itself, it was already quite hot.

Because she was afraid of being cumbersome, she only brought a stoneware soup spoon and two pairs of chopsticks, and handed the soup spoon to Qu Jincun first, and saw that he drank a big gulp of soup before she handed him the chopsticks and motioned for him to eat the pheasant and wild mushrooms.

The cold mountain breeze blew around the two, the mountains and forests shook gently, the withered yellow grass blades swayed in the wind, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. The smell of burning firewood drifted on the hillside with the wind, and Mars happily jumped out of the fire and jumped back.

Molly happily raised the flame with a wooden stick, she was not hungry for a long time, and she was impatient to eat with Qu Jincun with a spoon, so now while she was fine, she began to play with fire in her childlike heart.

Qu Jincun's big eyes crossed the crockpot, glanced at Molly from time to time, and after he finished eating a jar of food, he suddenly said loudly: "Roasted bird eggs are also delicious, have you eaten them?" ”

Molly tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously.

The two of them can be said to be poor now, and the clothes she is wearing are still remade from Qu Jincun's clothes, and she looks like a little boy.

Qu Jincun put the jar in his hand, jumped up and ran into the woods without saying a word.

Between the branches of the sycamore tree, there are dark bird's nests, which are made of many small branches.

At this time, many of the nests are empty, but there are also some that actually contain things, and they are round and small eggs.

I saw that the young man climbed up like a monkey dexterously, looked inside this bird's nest to look inside, and after finding the bird's egg, he carried it in his arms, so that after going up and down a few trees, he quickly made up a bag of round and bulging birds' eggs.

"Do you want to eat it grilled?" The young man pointed to the pile of loot in his arms as if offering a treasure, "It's delicious." ”

"The young master's meal is really large." Molly was speechless and grabbed the bag he had reached for.

After eating most of the honey-roasted rabbit and drinking a full can of chicken soup, I still want to eat it, is it because I am in the countryside that this appetite has become wild?

Because she was afraid of damaging these delicate eggs, Molly casually cleaned up the small crockpot that Qu Jincun used to drink the soup, and gently put the eggs into it one by one.

Not to mention, it didn't take long for him to pick up more than 30 bird eggs and fill the crockpot to the brim.

After lunch, the boy continued to chop wood with a blunt axe, and it was easy to get a whole piece of wood back into large pieces.

Molly had nothing to do, so she called up the system to check what wild crops could be eaten in the Mid-Autumn Winter in the countryside, and found that there were not many of them - because of the season, except for the sheep, all the wild vegetables had withered.

Molly dragged the bamboo basket, carefully turned over the clumps of grass, carefully rummaged for this dark green plant under the withered yellow grass roots, and it took more than an hour to find only half a basket of wild vegetables, but she was already tired and her back hurt and she was dazzled.

But when I straightened up and looked at my harvest, the satisfaction in my heart was enough to offset the hard work of half a day—when I went back, I had a little bit of noodles left to make wild vegetable cakes.

In the afternoon of this day, Qu Jincun's chopped firewood was piled up into a hill again, and he carefully and carefully tied up the firewood with a straw rope, with a large piece of wood underneath and a small piece of broken wood on top.

The boy bent down, put his arm in the straw rope, and then luckily puffed out his cheeks and stood up tremblingly.

"Let's go!" He said with a snort, his steps heavy and slow, "Keep up, don't lose you." ”

Molly diligently put the used dishes and chopsticks into the bamboo basket, and then followed closely after carrying the bamboo basket on her back.

The firewood was tied so high that it almost completely obscured the young man's slender figure, and Molly followed him, often worrying if the "mountain" would fall down and bury him underneath.

However, although the young man's steps were a little trembling, he never fell, let alone stumbled, and walked step by step, and the ten-mile mountain road did not pause until he returned to his home.

"I'll go and sell the firewood." Qu Jincun couldn't help but take a breath every time he said a few words, and he continued to walk towards the village without looking back, and instructed Molly, "You go back, close the door, here, there are wolves at night." ”

Molly looked at the axe and hatchet pinned to his waist, and wanted to take the heavy two tools to relieve him of the burden, but then heard that there would be wolves, and wanted him to keep himself for defense, so he had to go home first.

Dusk in the mountains came quickly, and after dusk night followed, and soon, night enveloped the small farmhouse.

Molly squatted in the kitchen herself, cleaned the eggs, soaked them in salt water, and cleaned up the wild vegetables she had picked one by one, so that she could use them to make cakes later.

It was completely dark, and only when the fire in the kitchen was bright and she had cleaned up all the ingredients did Qu Jincun come back with brisk steps.

The rabbit was gone, and of course the mountain-high pyre, and he carried a small pocket in one hand and a paper bag in the other.

"Is the meal ready?" As soon as he entered the kitchen, the boy sniffed loudly, and was a little disappointed when he found that the pot had not even come out of the heat.

But he didn't say anything, he found a wooden mound to sit by the fire, and began to help light the fire.

He was skilled, gently pushing the fan next to the stove with his hand, and the bellows stretched and contracted, rolling the wind into the stove, bringing up bursts of rising heat and rolling flames.

The light of the fire illuminated the young man's beautiful face, and he looked a little happy.

Molly couldn't stop looking, wondering what had happened to him?

It didn't take long for the young man to hold back his life, he turned his head and smiled to show his snow-white teeth, and squeezed his eyes at Molly: "Guess what people gave me when I sold firewood today?" ”

Molly shook her head.

Qu Jincun took the small paper bag and opened it to see that it was a light gray mass the size of two fingers.

"In addition to some rice noodles, I also gave two pieces of pig pancreas." He said happily, carefully placing the bag next to the stove, "Wash your hands with this thing, and your hands won't crack in winter." ”

His joy was so obvious and tangible that he could see that he was thinking about her from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, young master." Molly smiled sincerely, "That's good stuff. ”

Although the pig pancreas is an ordinary toiletry, but it can be praised by the girl in such a reverent tone, the listener will naturally smile widely, and even the chest can't help but straighten.

In the past, when he was not down, this master would feel rough even when using bath beans, but in this poor mountain village, he was already full of joy and secretly said good luck when he could catch such two pieces of pig pancreas.

- This is fate, the psychological gap it brings, Molly thought.

There are not many seasonings that can be used in the house, so when boiling the eggs, Molly puts a small amount of water so that the lo-mei can penetrate into the eggs more strongly.

The only spices are star anise, which is made by the hunters, and cinnamon, which they make by peeling off the bark of the laurel tree in the mountains and drying it.

Because there is very little soy sauce that can seep out of the homemade miso at home, Molly doesn't plan to use those dark things, but only puts salt in the water, puts star anise and cinnamon in it, and makes the fire small, gently throws the eggs into the salty water, first boils them over low heat, and then boils them over high heat to collect the juice.

While the eggs were boiling in the pot, Molly had already chopped the wild vegetables and passed them through boiling water, mixed them with some bean noodles and multigrain noodles, and grabbed the wild vegetables into balls.

In the lower part of the iron pot, the bird's eggs float and sink in the boiling water; In the upper part of the iron pot, the edges of the pot are hot.

When Molly felt that the heat was almost ready, she slapped the wild vegetable dumplings into a cake and pressed them firmly to the edge of the cauldron.

Because the bean noodles and wild vegetables themselves are a little sticky, as soon as they come into contact with the pot, they stick to it themselves.

Under the dual effect of steam and heat, the color of the wild vegetable dumplings attached to the edge of the pot began to darken, and the fragrance gradually dispersed.

Regardless of the taste of wild vegetables in the mouth, judging from the smell alone, it must be fragrant - because its taste is as fresh as the first ray of sun, mixed with a rich flavor of bean noodles, and soybean noodles because of their special aroma, after roasting, they will be steamed, so that the burnt aroma permeates the entire edge of the pot.

As long as you take a gentle breath, your heart will be filled with the smell of burnt aroma.

The boy sitting by the fire took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with joy.

By this time, his action of lighting the fire had stopped, and he looked at the food in the pot for a while, and Molly for a while.

Seeing that only the residual heat of the stove was needed to cook the eggs and cakes thoroughly, Molly asked him to stop the bellows.

Matches crackled in the stove, and Molly roasted the dried chili peppers by the fire, which turned brown and crispy with the heat of the stove.

When the peppers turned orange-yellow, she put the crispy peppers in a bowl and gently crushed them with a rolling pin, and suddenly a hot aroma came to her face.

Even if there is no oil, this seasoning is enough for Qu Jincun to eat a whole pot of food.

He scooped up the wild vegetable cake that was still hot, only to see that one side of the cake had turned brown, while the other side was still dark green.

As he ate it, he couldn't help but inhale so that the fragrance would stay in his mouth and nose longer.

Molly scooped up some of the eggs that had already been cooked and gently began to peel them with her fingernails.

The white, shiny, watery, shelled eggs were thrown into a bowl sprinkled with chili powder, and when stirred gently, the heat carried the spicy taste of chili peppers, choking people who couldn't open their eyes.

After Molly peeled a dozen eggs in a row, she had to stop and put the bowl on the boy's lap, which made her nose and eyes feel a little better.

"Let's eat!"

"You eat too."

Qu Jincun gently pinched a still hot bird egg with his hand and sent it to Molly's mouth: "I'll touch it tomorrow after eating, and eat it." ”

Molly opened her mouth to take the egg, the egg white was very crisp and tender, and the yolk was very soft, mixed with the indescribable smell of fat, and happily mixed together in her mouth, bumping against her teeth and tongue.

Soon, a bird's egg swallowed, because it was mixed with chili flakes, leaving a hint of spiciness, but it seemed that the yolk between the tongue was more fragrant.

Seeing that she had eaten, the young man smiled, took one in his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

In a farmhouse that lacks oil and salt, this is a pretty good meal.