Zhao Wushuang hurriedly said that he didn't dare to dare, as long as there was a place to stay, he would already be grateful......

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He rubbed his stomach embarrassedly, saying that he felt a little hungry.

Of course, it's impossible to be really hungry. He just wanted to eat a bowl of food made by his blood relatives to warm up.

At this time, a woman's voice came from the house.

"Desheng? Desheng, you're all right. Why haven't you gone back to sleep for so long? Who is so annoying, ...... of the big night"

"Oh, don't talk so much about women. Hurry up and go to sleep, it's a literate son who comes to stay, it's okay. You sleep first. ”

After speaking, he smiled at Zhao Wushuang and said, "Women's family, don't pay attention to her." Little brother hungry? I'll go to the stove house and make you a bowl of noodles. ”

He nodded and quickly said yes.

The two walked into the stove house one after the other.

Even the pattern is the same as when Zhao Wushuang lived!

In some parts of the rural southwest, most of the stove houses for cooking and the firewood houses for storing firewood are connected. The middle is separated only by a rudimentary wooden door.

On the stove, made of hard yellow clay, is a huge black iron pot. Below is the stove with firewood, which gives Zao Wushuang a sense of intimacy.

In his previous life, he had such memories of eating and kitchen when he was a child.

The boiling earthen stove, the steam, and the smell of food rising......

"Brother Zhao, I'm really bothering you. At night, the fire will be rekindled. Or I'll help you. Zao volunteered.

Zhao Desheng smiled dumbly.

I thought to myself, how could you, a rich boy with fine skin and tender meat, cook on a fire in the countryside?

But it was not easy to say it directly, but I didn't expect Zhao Wushuang to get up very skillfully and go to the firewood room to pick up a pile of firewood, and use the flint next to him to light the fire. Stuffed into the stove.

The whole process is smooth and very skillful. Zhao Desheng was stunned when he saw it.

Zhao Wushuang raised his head and smiled at him: "What's the matter, big brother?" Mr. once said that a scholar should understand the suffering of the people. That's why I was taught that. ”

Zhao Desheng showed a clear expression at this time, and then turned around to get some ingredients.

The people in the mountains are simple and honest. Since he had already accepted Zhao Wushuang into his home to spend the night, he naturally wanted to come up with good things to entertain him.

As the saying goes, rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, and rely on the water to eat the water.

Zhaojia Village is located in the deep mountains of the southwest, and there are a lot of mountain goods. For example, Zhao Desheng just picked the freshest basket of "umbrella mushrooms" after the rain from the back mountain this morning.

What is an umbrella mushroom?

This is actually a dialect colloquial in Sichuan and Chongqing. Its scientific name is the well-known "chicken longitudinal fungus"!

It generally grows in Yunnan and Sichuan in China, and is a very delicious edible mushroom. The future time and space before Zao Woushuang traveled through was a very top-notch delicacy.

Chicken fir fungus grows quickly at night when it rains.

Maybe you pass by the edge of the field or the mountain road the day before and there is nothing, and it rains in the evening, and the next morning, the people who go to the fields will find that the fields are full of large "umbrella mushrooms".

Speaking of this chicken longitudinal fungus, there is a little story here. It is said that an emperor of the Ming Dynasty was named Zhu Youxiao, who was an unserious carpenter emperor. And in addition to being a carpenter, this guy also likes to eat chicken longitudinal mushrooms, and often makes people quickly transport them from Guizhou to the capital, and Tang Xuanzong makes people quickly send lychees.

However, Tang Xuanzong is for women, and this guy likes to eat. It is estimated that when he is in a good mood, he will give some to the traitor Wei Zhongxian, and usually at this time, Wei Zhongxian will say something like "thank you, Lord Longen".

Zhao Wushuang's hometown, the area around Zhaojia Village, and the nearby mountains are rich in this delicious mushroom. He can be described as a snack to a big one.

So much so that when he later watched "A Bite of China" about the chicken fir fungus in Yunnan, he scoffed at it. I feel that the chicken fir mushrooms in the mountains near Zhaojia Village in my hometown are the most delicious. even once gave birth to whether to return to his hometown from Guangzhou and open a Taobao store to operate mountain goods......

The world is changing, the vicissitudes of life!

Those distant memories were almost forgotten. But today, back to his hometown one hundred and fifty years ago, Zao Wushuang remembers it all!

His fire was supernatural, and he could have secretly made the fire in the earthen stove burn faster. But he didn't use it, but honestly made a fire and burned a fire according to the memories of his previous life.

Zhao Desheng saw that this boy in white was really doing a good job, so he stopped stopping it. I went to cut mushrooms and make noodles on my own......

It didn't take long for Zhao Desheng's noodles to be ready.

A large bowl of steaming chicken fir mushroom slippery pork noodles was served on the wooden table. A pair of wooden chopsticks, placed aside.

"Little brother, let's eat noodles. The farmers in the mountains don't have anything good. I can only add a little bit of home-grown local pork to you. ”

"Good!"

Zhao Wushuang stood up and reached out to touch his face.

A black charcoal mark appeared on the originally handsome and fair-skinned face, which made Zhao Desheng laugh.

Zhao Wushuang sat down at the wooden table and looked at the bowl of noodles.

I saw that the soup was clear and translucent, and the fragrance was fragrant. Inside are pieces of wild chicken fir mushrooms, as well as very evenly cut farmhouse pork. The meat is coated with a thin layer of sweet potato powder, and the soup is crystal clear as soon as it is cooked; It tastes tender and refreshing, so it is also called "slippery meat".

It is a characteristic practice in Sichuan and Chongqing.

On the top of the noodle soup, there are some green green onions, minced ginger and garlic cloves that enhance the flavor, presumably home-grown in the vegetable field next to the courtyard. It was so hungry that Zhao Wushuang really felt hungry, after all, the fragrance was so tempting!

"Then I'll eat ...... first"

Zhao Wushuang picked up the chopsticks and began to gobble up this bowl of chicken fir mushroom slippery pork noodles.

I also found that this noodle soup is still a delicious broth made of pork bones, and the chicken fir mushroom is also smooth, tender, and fresh......

A gust of wind swept the clouds, and Zhao Wushuang ate the whole bowl of noodles cleanly. I didn't even drink a drop of the soup.

Zhao Desheng sat on the side, smiling and watching Zhao Wushuang gobble up noodles, while telling him to slow down, not in a hurry, it was not enough for him to do it again.

Bang.

Zhao Wushuang put down the big bowl in his hand and sighed sincerely: "This bowl of delicious noodles is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life!" ”

He is the supreme dragon god of the world's first-line powers, and if you really want to talk about it, the authority of the emperor is countless times greater than that of the feudal empire. What kind of gourmet delicacies do you want?

But in his heart, the best thing in the world is just a bowl of noodles made with ingredients from his hometown......

Sometimes, that's how life is. And for someone like Zao Woushuang, it's even more so!

Of course, he also knows in this era. I'm afraid it seems that my eighth ancestor family is not particularly wealthy. The bowl of noodles just now can be regarded as a luxury.

Zhao Wushuang took out a heavy ingot of gold from his bosom and said sincerely: "Brother Zhao, if you hadn't taken me in for accommodation tonight and made me noodles to eat, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lasted tomorrow morning." The jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains must have been very interested in the living, and they had already eaten me. So please be sure to accept this money. (To be continued.) )